Tasting Candy: Over 60 Erotic Pregnancy Stories

Slowly our foreheads slide apart, and his light stubble is tickling my skin as we’re cheek to cheek, his mouth so near to my ear.

“Makes me wish I could just have a little more,” he says, in that dark little whisper.

Oh God.

If this is a dream, I never, ever want to wake up. I’ve never been so turned on in all my life, and I swear, I can feel that slickness all down the inside of my thighs. My panties must be nothing more than a

puddle now.

I grind my hips forward naturally, the desire edging me on, even though I know how wrong it is. I’ve known it was wrong for a long time, the way I always dressed up in short skirts around him, always tried to make him feel the same was about me.

His hand rounds the swell of my ass, down over the pleats of my skirt before I feel him, bare skin on mine, sliding up beneath the edge of that fabric. He’s cupping my ass, and there’s no mistaking that little sign as he squeezes my flesh so fondly and gives me a soft kiss beneath my ear.

“You need more time to prepare for the next exam,” he says deeply, kissing his way towards my lips. “You don’t have time for a paper… especially not if we’re gonna be doing extra study sessions, you and me,” he remarks, looking into my eyes a moment before he presses in, kissing me so brazenly, right on the mouth.

I know it’s not a dream, because his breath tastes like mints and robs me of all the air in my lungs. It’s soft at first, but then it becomes fiercer, more demanding. I’m tugged in towards him, and I can feel his cock throb against my belly, separated only by his pants and my shirt.

I should pull away, I tell myself, desperately. This is wrong. He’s your step-dad! But the thought only makes me wrap my arms around his neck, tugging myself into him.

Then that kiss becomes something ravenous, and his tongue is in my mouth and we’re making out so hard and deep. He’s got me locked in his strong arms, and I feel like I’m almost crushed by his passionate embrace, but I’ve never felt so safe and loved.

Those fingers of his knead my ass, sinking in between the cheeks a little where only the light string of my thong hides. He slides his free hand up, cupping my breast through my blouse as he kisses me deep.

There’s nothing that can tear me from him now, not when his fingers are groping my ass, working towards that heated core between my thighs. My nipples stiffen beneath my thin, lace bra, and he pinches it roughly. I’ve never been touched like this, never been handled this way, but the little spark of pain fans the fire in my pussy.

His tongue silences all protests, but he must know as well as I do that we shouldn’t be doing this. Not only is he my step-dad, but he’s my teacher, too! And in his classroom, no less. What if we’re caught? Someone walking in on us, brazenly making out...

I moan louder.

I just can’t help it!

His hand hooks into my thong, and he’s sliding those panties down as he fondles my ass and upper thighs. He’s insatiable, I can feel it, taking charge, no shyness left to him anymore as he gives my tits another squeeze before moving to unbutton my top.

Our lips moistly smack apart, and he’s grinning at me unevenly, so confident. So sure.

“I think I’ve got a real special project for you, to make up for the lost grades,” he husks, his voice dripping with such raw masculinity as he reaches into my open shirt, to those exposed mounds of breast flesh, to slip his fingers into my bra and cup my tit bare.

I’ve been the only person to ever touch myself like this, and his hands... It’s better than I ever expected! So much more real, so much hotter. I’m grinding against him like a wanton slut, and I guess I am, because all I want is for him to tell me to get down on my knees and take out that cock of his.

I want to see it so bad, to experience it up close and personal, and my mouth crashes against his again with that thought on my mind.

We’re making out once more, and I’ve never imagined my step-dad being so aggressive. He was always so calm and caring with me, but here he is, ravenous, hungry for me. He’s like a beast as he squeezes my breast then slides his hand back up from my thigh to let his digits graze my slit, sending a shiver down my spine.

“Get down,” he says in a gravelly command between kisses, “there’s a quick opener you need to do for me. On your knees.”

Is this real? Is he reading my mind?

I pull away, and when I speak, my voice is a little huskier with desire.

“Dad, I’ve... I’ve never done this.” I swallow, suddenly worried that he might think I’d want to stop! I couldn’t let him think that! “But I want to. With you. Oh God I’ve...”

My cheeks flush pink, and I bite my lower lip to stop rattling on.

“Shhh,” he urges me, cupping my cheek and kissing my lips again reassuringly, such warm moist affection. “It’s okay, it’s all part of your new lessons,” he explains to me in a low murmur, but then I hear his belt come loose with a jangle, and his zipper come undone.

When I look down, I see it. My daddy’s thick fucking cock. Sticking right up, it's so big and long, veiny and hard, bulging out and big at the tip, where I see the purple crown glistening with precum.

I know it’s not polite to stare, but I can’t help it. I’m sure my eyes are as wide as dinner plates, and my mouth is watering like you wouldn’t believe.