Tasting Candy: Over 60 Erotic Pregnancy Stories

Especially not with the image of my stepfather eating me out swirling in my head.

I know it’s improper, to fantasize about your own step-dad. And I know it’s improper on a whole other level to take a class taught by him. But when I arrive at his class he only ever gives me a warm, mischievous smile, just for me. It’s our little secret.

Part of me wants to work extra hard to do good in his class, to impress him, to earn my marks without putting any pressure on him to give me a break. But honestly, every time I’m in his class… I’m just too distracted to get much out of it.

Like mother like daughter I guess, because she married the sort of man I just can’t resist. He’s tall, broad shouldered, with dark brown hair and those emerald eyes that twinkle whenever he smiles at me. He’s handsome, and unlike the other professors on campus, he looks good when he shows up to teach.

He wears nice looking black pants, and an expensive blazer over top a stylish shirt, unbuttoned just enough to give a slight hint of that chest hair beneath. He even wears these lovely leather boots that show he’s a man of good taste.

Like that, another class has gone by and I’ve done nothing but admire and drool over him. Richard.

“Lisa?” he calls to me, giving a pretense of not knowing where I was as he held a paper in hand before his eyes met mine. The other students were already hurrying off out of the classroom.

I nervously tuck some hair behind my ear before I scramble towards him. His voice has this weird draw to it, like its magnetic and I’m helpless to resist. It’s masculine and rich and has a little bit of a permanent edge to it that drives me up the wall.

“Uh, yea, Mr. Monroe?” I don’t know why. I like saying his last name like that in class.

He lowers the paper in his hand, but while I can tell he’s trying to be serious, he’s unable to wipe that smile from his face completely.

“We should talk, about the latest exam. And your upcoming paper,” he said, that deep, husky voice so alluring. He stowed his things into his attache case, “Able to meet me in my office? Not during regular office hours, but sometime sooner,” he said, brow raised to me in silent query.

Well... that’s new.

I lick my lips, tasting the cherry lipgloss there, and shift in my high-heels.

“Did I, like, fail or something?” I mean, it’s a possibility. He was wearing this really sexy silver shirt the day of the exam, and he kept leaning back in his chair, showing off his torso. I couldn’t concentrate at all, especially since the night before he’d asked me to curl up with him on the couch and watch a movie. That blew my studying out of the water.

His full lips tugged up in one corner into a wry smile.

“Now you know I’m gonna do everything in my power to keep you from failing, Lisa,” he said as he closed the straps upon his satchel. “That’s why I want to have a chat with you now, before you have to do the paper,” he explained, reaching a hand out to rest upon my shoulder, that large grasp of his so big, so easily wrapping about my bare skin there as he squeezes.

I love it when he touches me. It’s like the entire world goes quiet and all that’s left is him and me, and all that bullshit baggage just kinda fades into the background. I know I shouldn’t want him so bad, but I haven’t seen a single guy that I’d consider getting with before my step-daddy.

“Okay. When?”

“You free now?” he asks, looking me up and down. “You don’t seem in a rush to get to your next class,” he says with a warm smile upon that handsome face, tinged with just a bit of dark stubble on his broad jawed face. He was an academic but he looked like he should’ve been a soldier or some kind of hearty labourer with those chiselled good looks.

“I have an hour break before the next one,” I remind him. It was, well... intentional. I knew I’d need a little breather between his class and my next one just to get my head on straight.

And, more than once, to rub one out in the ladies room. Yea. Embarrassing. But I can’t help it! He’s so damned sexy, and watching his mouth move.... Mmm. I just want to watch it all day, and think of what it would look like against my skin.

“Well, that’s not much time but,” he goes to the door to check outside then locks it before returning to me at the desk, “I wanted to have a private chat with you.” He is so good looking, and as he sits on the corner of the desk right there before me, he reaches out to take my hand in his.

“If I don’t do something Lisa, you’re gonna fail my class,” he says, a warm, understanding smile on his face. “And I can’t let that happen. Not to my favourite student.” His free hand reaches out to rest upon my hip, tugging me a little closer, to stand between his legs.

I know what he’s saying is serious, but the scent of his cologne is intoxicating, and my eyelashes flutter dreamily.

Then, the sensation of his thighs pressed on either side of me registers in my mind, and a whimper escapes my lips before I can stop it.

“Oh, it’s okay sweetie,” he says, hearing that sound and misplacing it for worry.

What worry? Over my grades? All I could think about was him! And in his concern he’s tugging me in closer, wrapping an arm around me.

“You know I love you, baby,” he says, leaning in so close, pressing his forehead to mine as I feel one of his strong hands roam from my hip down over the round curve of my ass, just a teensy, tiny bit.

Skirting between parental affection and something so inappropriate. Something I dream about, something I want, more than anything. I envision that hand moving down just a little more, trying to will it to action, and because the sound worked before, I moan again.

“You know, just having you in my class…” he says, speaking in such a low husk, “it makes me feel so good.” He presses in closer, until those lips are but a hair’s breadth away from my own. “I’ve got the sweetest, prettiest girl in all the world right there in front of me,” he declares in his deep, husky voice, stroking my skin with his hard hands.