Tasting Candy: Over 60 Erotic Pregnancy Stories

“I can’t resist you, Sienna,” he growls, and I can tell he’s hardly able to put words together, he’s so full of desire for me. “I’ve needed you since the moment I saw you, and I knew I had to fucking have you.”

“Fuck me all you want, Tristan,” I gasp, guiding his hands to my underwear. I don’t know if anyone is left on the beach, and I don’t care.

“I’m going to breed you, Sienna,” he says, and I realize he’s pulling my underwear down my legs. They fall to my ankles, and I kick them aside. They’re useless around Tristan. “And I’m going to fill you up with everything you’ve ever wanted.”

He nearly rips the bra off me, and I feel myself being guided to my knees. My whole body feels like it’s melting for him. I reach back and feel his hardened sides, his rippling abs, and his cut hips on my way down, all the way down to those toned calves before I put myself on my knees and push my ass up for him.

“I’ve had dreams about nothing but you since I started this trip, Sienna,” he growls as my knees touch down on our towels. “I wish I had someone to drive us so I could fuck you the whole time.

My whole body curves itself up, anticipating him. My mouth is practically watering, and my cunt has been warm and waiting since I watched that shirt come off his gorgeous body. Even if we weren’t the best surfers, watching him handle himself in the water made me want him. He has a kind of command over his own body and the world around him that’s simply supernatural.

“Is there anyone left on the beach?” I gasp, hardly able to get the thought out as his hard, long cock slaps against my cunt, and he grinds it up against it, a cruel tease. Every few strokes, I feel the tip of his bulging crown brush against my clit, but he takes it away painfully soon.

“Don’t care,” he growls, and before I can protest, he seizes my waist and impales me.

I let out a gasp of pleasure as he slides all the way into me, his balls swinging beneath us as he fills me up. I’ve wanted this so badly, touched myself in the backseat of the car while he drove, fantasized about it in those scarce moments we aren’t all over each other.

I’m eighteen. My hormones are driving me mad, and Tristan is only a year older than me—he wants me just as badly,

and his need to empty himself in me overwhelms both our senses.

He starts rocking into me, and immediately, I feel warmth run up from my needy, swollen cunt to my chest, and I sigh in relief. I relish his cock, the feeling of wholeness I have with him inside me.

“God, you’re so tight, Sienna,” he groans, and for a moment, I forget I’m not in one of my dizzying dreams in the back of the diner. This is real. And god, it’s better than anything my imagination could have carved out.

This is better than fantasy. This is Tristan.

We’ve spent the whole afternoon with our wet bodies pressing up against each other for warmth, and I’ve been keyed up ever since. I’ve been watching cold California water wash over his impeccable British body, and the sight alone has been keeping my cunt warm and ready for this.

As he starts to rock into me, I nearly fall flat on my face, but he helps hold me up by the hips, using me like some kind of doll in his hands, like he’s so fond of calling me.

I feel his cock stiff and ready as he starts rocking back and forth, massaging the innermost walls of my pussy just the way I’d always dreamed, but better. The bottom of his cock that I so lovingly licked earlier is returning the favor in full force, grinding against the upper walls of my cunt and brushing against my g-spot with such a natural ease. It’s like my cunt was made for his cock, and I never want them to separate.

“Each second I don’t have you fucking me,” he grunts, “it’s torture, Sienna. Fuck, you’re so warm and tight!”

“Do you have any idea how sweet your cum tastes?” I answer, my face barely propped up by my arms on the towel. “I can’t tell you how bad I wanted it in my cunt, Tristan.”

“If you’re good for me,” he growls, “you might just get it, doll.”

I whimper as I push my ass up into him, feeling his hardened pelvis as he ploughs into me, his shaft working me harder than he ever has before. The same primal instinct to breed is taking over him just as it’s been smothering me sweetly these past few days, and there’s nothing holding him back as he holds me tight and fucks me raw and hard from behind.

It hardly takes any time for heat to well up within me before exploding, rippling up my muscles as the orgasm wracks my body, leaving my jaw hanging open.

The smell of sea salt and sand fills my nostrils as I feel bliss, nothing but utter joy as his cock keeps ramming into me, bucking harder and harder, no sign of stopping anywhere in sight. He’s so reckless, his bare cock striking my innermost depths, yet he’s totally in control. As I start to slip, he pulls me up, and when I feel myself getting tired, he moves my legs just so that I can keep feeling every bit of ecstasy he wants to inflict on me.

My toes clench as I feel another orgasm coming on, and I ball my hands into fists full of sand, trying to keep quiet. There are surely still some people somewhere on the beach, and I open my eyes long enough to see boats out on the water, far from us. I blush furiously—what if someone sees us? What if someone calls the police? What if-

“Aaahhhhh!” I cry out as the orgasm wracks my body so hard that I fall to my face, sand in my hair as I desperately try to push myself up, but Tristan just laughs, and soon, I feel his cock leave my cunt, and I look over my shoulder at him desperately, need written in my eyes.

He lays on his back, nodding for me to come and sit on him. The silent order sends a pulse of desire through my body. That stiff, erect cock, pointing up towards the sky, reminds me so much of the view of it I had in his car, and I’m reminded of how badly I needed him inside me then.

I feel it twice over now.

Without hesitation, forgetting any witnesses, I mount him, and I waste no time in letting myself sink onto his cock. I gasp in pleasure at feeling it in me again, and this new position feels like renewed bliss.

I start rocking back and forth on him, but I almost laugh at myself. I feel so silly, trying to buck into him with the same force he could deliver. There’s nothing sweeter than riding his cock, but I feel so powerless up against him. Then he starts pushing his hips up.

My orgasm hits me without warning, and I’m a limp doll on his cock, barely supporting myself on those rock-hard abs as my whole body aches for more of him. How could I have never lived with this kind of burning lust before? It feels so warming, so all-consuming that I feel like I’m not myself without it anymore.