Tasting Candy: Over 60 Erotic Pregnancy Stories

“You’re still so damn tight, Roxy,” he said with a moan, grasping her legs as he began to pump his cock into her, not wasting his time being overly careful. He knew exactly how hard he could be with that big cock of his and he built himself up to that limit fast, slowly snaking one hand up her body, across her belly to grasp at her thick, jiggling jug.

That table of his, the way he had her legs hoisted up and parted in the stirrups, it all let him sink in, nice and deep. She still couldn’t believe how thick he was, the ribbing of his veins p

ulsing through her slender canal.

At his words, she tightened her muscles around him, desperate to make him moan.

She succeeded, and in the process of getting another husky moan out of him she got to see his magnificently perfected body shiver and stretch. Those hard abs tensing, his pecs twitching a little. He was glorious to behold and he took such pleasure in her body.

“You’re such a good girl, Roxy,” he panted out, pounding into her with such perfect strokes of his dick, one hand sliding up her thigh so that his thumb could reach in and tease her clit, while the other so expertly kneaded her thick tit, teasing the nipple with gently tugs and twists.

He had a way with the female form. Maybe it was simply his scholastic leanings, but she didn’t think so. He had a true passion for her body, and knew just how to touch her to make sparks fly beneath her tanned skin.

Her clit pulsed and she sucked in a hard breath. “Right there,” she demanded, though she knew he already understood, because even before she spoke, he read her body language and focused on giving her just the right pressure.

“Come on Roxy, baby,” he said to her, sounding less like the professional doctor he so seemed, and more like the doting lover he felt in the flesh. “I’m gonna cum soon with this tight pussy of yours,” he said in a deep, strained voice, “I need you to cum with me.”

He was so stunning, his hard physique coated with a thin sheen of perspiration as his balls bounced against her ass, his dick spasming thickly inside her as he got nearer and nearer, his thumb working at her clit so perfectly. He let her breast go to stroke at her pregnant belly so affectionately, knitting their fingers together atop it.

If it weren’t for the examination table, the crinkling of paper beneath her and the flimsy dress wrapped around her, she would have felt as though they were partners, filled with love and tenderness rather than two people giving into their carnal desires and need for affection and lust.

Her lips parted as she began to purr, her breathing up high in her throat as she gulped in her breath.

“So close,” she warned him, already feeling her body begin to coil tighter and tighter.

He felt much the same, evidenced by how his balls no longer slapped noisily against her ass, the heavy, cum-laden sac tightening against him as he felt the fire of pleasure travel up his shaft. He groaned and thrust into her so delightfully hard, knowing her limits so well as he plowed right through to the edge of their release.

“I’m cumming in you Roxy,” he groaned out, squeezing her hand atop her pregnant belly as he shuddered, flicked her clit and buried himself into her with repeated, long thrusts, his dick spurting its rich cream inside her already seeded depths with such relish.

Those thrusts were all it took to send her over the edge, her mind and body reeling as her pussy vibrated around him, clenching and unclenching as she cried out. Oh, she didn’t hold back, those moans so wanton and filled with bliss as she shuddered and came around his cock.

“Doctor!” she whimpered, a little bit of liquid spilling from her breast, and running down the smooth round curve of her mound.

He was panting atop her, his hard, muscular body so gorgeous with that extra little sheen.

“We’ll have to do that more often Roxy,” he said, even as that big, virile dick of his pumped out the last of his spurts. “I don’t want you feeling lonely and untended to anymore,” he said in all seriousness, leaning down and giving her a kiss, a simple, sweet kiss. “Doctor’s orders.”

And she moaned against his mouth, a soft little thing filled with such tenderness as she smiled at him, slowly coming down from her high.

She flushed at his words, biting in her lower lip before letting it pop back out.

“Now, about your number...” she said softly.

When Roxy had said sister, she’d neglected to mention they were twins. Identical twins. The only difference between them at all was that Lily had a soft birthmark on the swell of her left breast that resembled a heart.

She sat atop the examination table, almost completely nude but for the unflattering blue dress that barely covered her generous tits, nor how stiff they were with the barbells through them.

Though where Roxy was the obedient one, Lily was the rebel, a dark tattoo of thorns and roses tracing over her hips and thighs. After a wild youth of chasing bad boys, though, she’d settled down somewhat. Gotten a job bartending at a nice little club, and a bouncer husband to match.

Too bad he was as sterile as a turnip.

On her sister’s advice, though, she’d sought out her Doctor, the one that’d knocked her up with his, so Roxy told it, ‘huge tool’.

But Lily had to see it for herself. Experienced it for herself.

Besides, it was time to grow a family, and if her husband wasn’t up to the task, then someone’s gotta be.

The moment the doctor came through the door, looking over her chart, Lily got a good idea the man met up to the hype. He was stunning even with his clothes on, so tall, so in control looking.