Tasting Candy: Over 60 Erotic Pregnancy Stories

“Oh God,” I whimpered, as that spring began to uncoil within me.

And then there was nothing but fireworks as my pussy tightened around Mr. Robins, the muscles squeezing him as I cried out.

It was as explosive a moment for Mr. Robins as it was for me, as with the convulsion of my body, my narrow little cunny milked his dick dry, and he found himself caught in its vice grip. He buried his length into me, balls deep, his dick swelling, spewing such thick gouts of virile seed from his older cock. The elder principal lost in a deep series of moans as he pumped all the creamy contents of his loins into my pussy, claiming it first.

“There you go,” Mr. Thatcher said, smiling and leaning in to press his sweet kisses to my lips.

My entire body felt like it was vibrating and I lashed my tongue along Mr. Thatcher’s as my principal’s cock spurt another blast of cum against my cervix.

I felt so... proud. So much more mature and feminine, and when I opened my eyes at Mr. Thatcher, I knew there wasn’t going to be any waiting, or teasing games. No, I wanted him next, now, taking Mr. Robins’ place behind me.

Instead, however, the older men took charge of me, and once Mr. Robins pulled out of me cunny — leaving me so sadly, achingly empty! — he left me drooling his seed as he slapped my ass again, making me squeal.

“Onto the couch,” Mr Robins dictated, and he took hold of my hair, using it like a leash as he guided me to the thick leather couch. I could feel his cum running down my inner thigh as he got me to kneel down and bend over the arm rest. Then he got before me, undoing the buttons of his shirt, to show his hard chest, peppered with a mixture of grey and black hair, looking so ruggedly masculine as his thick, glistening cock suspended before my mouth.

“Now’s your chance, girl, go on,” he told me as Mr. Thatcher stripped off his own jacket, and prepared to have me from behind.

I looked at his dick, throbbing so full with blood and covered in my own juices and cum as it glistened in the dim light, and I felt my pussy pulse in anticipation.

I wanted it so bad. More than anything.

I opened my lips and instantly brought my mouth about him, ravenous to taste him. My tongue lay flat against the bottom row of my teeth, and I went down until I could feel that crown throb against the back of my throat as I wiggled my dripping pussy and round hips towards Mr. Thatcher.

Before he could even enter me, Mr. Robins took hold of my head and began to pump that shaft of his into my mouth, taking control of the situation as was his way. Ever the domineering man in every situation.

My dear, handsome teacher, however, stripped away his shirt, showing off his smooth, hard chest before his own gloriously beautiful cock sprang into view. He was about thirty, and just marvelously put together. So it satisfied me so deeply to feel him climb up onto the couch behind me, and then slide his dick on into my cum-coated pussy with a soft squelch of juices.

He showed no disappointment with how Mr. Robins had stretched me out, because he moaned lewdly, took hold of my hips about the edge of my dress, and began to pump his dick into me with such sweet gusto and energy.

Never before had I been pinned between two men like that, and it was hard for me to fully concentrate on lavishing Mr. Robins’ dick with my tongue. Though, with how he was manipulating my head, I didn’t feel as if he were disappointed with my mouth.

Besides, with him controlling my blow job, I was able to better focus on how Mr. Thatcher was pounding into me. Both my professor and my teacher working in tandem to knock me up, to father my children.

They’d offered me the world — or as much of it as our little island could handle — and all I had to give in exchange was my body. And, oh, how they showed their appreciation for it. Not just with the promised gifts, but the way they thrust into me, the way their cocks throbbed and pulsed with desire.

Mr. Thatcher was behind me, but then I noticed that the tall glass door behind Mr. Robins showed his reflection crystal clear, and could see how that stunning older man pounded into me. How beautiful the motions of his body highlighted his rock hard abs and bulging pecs. He was stunning to behold, and exquisite to feel inside me, though the spurt of salty cum onto my tongue sought to steal my attention away from that gorgeous sight.

I closed my eyes so I could better focus, that crown throbbing against the back of my throat as Mr. Thatcher pushed into my creamy pussy. I felt so dirty, so good, and I slammed my ass back against him as hard as I could, begging him in deep.

My tongue ran along Mr. Robins’ flared tip, eager to taste his own rich seed against my tongue.

The two of them were so different, yet alike, and they pistoned me between their two cocks. My throat put to the test as Mr. Robins stretched it about the tip of his shaft before I was pulled back down around Mr. Thatcher’s entirely. It was intense, dizzyingly so, and I let loose such a throaty hum that it made the dick in my mouth vibrate, getting my principal to let loose a deep moan of his own.

It was the most overwhelming moment of my life, and I wanted it all and more. I wanted more of their cum, and I could feel Mr. Thatcher building up to his release, eager to add his seed to my womb. Though before he got there, he reached down around me with both hands, one grasped a hold of my heavy tit, squeezed and kneaded its flesh. The other… oh, it went down and began to tease my sensitive clit.

I’d already cum once, and by God, I was already so close to the second time I couldn’t even believe it. I’d never cum more than once. It was the most intense sensation and I almost choked on Mr. Robins’ dick as my body began to quiver and shake, my mind growing dim.

I was nothing, just a body, pistoning between two men as they used me and filled me up with their seed, and it felt... sublime.

Again, the convulsions of my spasming cunny caused that dick inside me to topple over the edge with me. The clench of those slick, narrow walls pulled my teacher into blis

s, pulling his thick, creamy spunk deep into my cunt, so that his load would help fertilize my womb with Mr. Robins’.

It was all so intense, and I quivered and quaked through each moment, crying out even with the dick in my mouth, making it thrum with the sounds, and sending Mr. Robins to heaven along with us. We were a threeway mess of pleasure, cum and honey, and the salty tang of more jism upon my tongue as my principal shot off into my mouth.

I couldn’t ever remember being happier in my life.

Six months later…