Tasting Candy: Over 60 Erotic Pregnancy Stories

I hadn’t figured my birthday party would turn into an orgy, and I couldn’t tell

her now that I was a virgin. Not after she did so much to set this up. She obviously must have told them...

Told them what? Oh lord… the things she must’ve said to them! I’d be infamous after tonight. Oh hell, I’d be infamous no matter how it went! I mean, even if I turned them all down tonight, they all were led to believe I was a huge slut. And nothing makes a guy’s gums flap like being spurned. They’d probably ruin my reputation all the harder for not sleeping with them.

I felt a shiver from the base of my spine on up, and I knew immediately that I had no choice. And that filled me with a sense of relief. And excitement.

“Who should you start with, huh?” Laura asked me giddily, pressing up against my side, seeming more excited for what was to happen than the birthday girl herself.

“Laura, I have to talk to you,” I murmured.

“Don’t be silly. What’s there to talk about?”

“In private,” I added on, and she shook her head.

“No way you’re going to be shy now, Vicki. They’re all here for your party, you don’t want to disappoint,” she said as her fingers went to my blouse, undoing the top button. The silk rubbed against my nipples, and I sucked in an excited breath.

“No, listen, you don’t understand, Laura. I’ve never done it before,” I whispered urgently, that excitement growing in my stomach as I glanced out at the half-dozen gorgeous, topless men. “I’m a virgin,” I tacked on, to hammer home the point.

That surprised her, I could tell, but then her smile twisted wickedly, and she leaned in, her hand trapped between our breasts. “You won’t be soon,” she promised.

The wine and the ecstasy were mingling together and making me have a hard time to muster up a defense. Instead I merely watched as Laura undid my top, showed my bare breasts to the guys around us, my nipples stiffening to such diamond peaks as I flushed, knowing they were all watching with lusty eyes.

“Hey fellas,” Laura said as she pulled my blouse on back over my shoulders, exposing me fully. “Vicki here can’t decide which of you studs should go first tonight. But I say… the MVP probably earned the right,” she said with such a devious grin, turning her gaze towards Asher, the quarterback.

He was the biggest guy on the team, broad shouldered, with a body to die for. He had long blonde hair he kept tied back usually, and he was stepping on up towards us with a grin on his face, undoing his belt as he approached.

“Sounds fair to me, boys,” he said as they let loose some cheers amid the other more disappointed sounds.

Everything about him screamed stud, his body so absolutely perfect, but all I could think about was the fact that all these guys could see my tits, knew how they looked with only the littlest straps of fabric outlining them.

And the weirdest thing? Was how much that turned me on.

I shuddered with excitement as his leather belt fell wide open, that treasure trail of his guiding my eyes down, down, down to that hidden secret.

I swooned a bit and Laura caught me, holding me upright as she smiled fiendishly at Asher.

“Once she’s up there, fasten her legs, mmm? She can have her hands unless she disobeys,” Laura commanded and Asher nodded his approval.

“Up where?” I asked a bit dumbfounded as Laura tugged off my blouse and very sneakily undid my outer skirt, letting it slip away to show the whole room my bare ass cheeks, and a glimpse of my scandalously semi-clad cunny.

My hopes that they meant the bedrooms upstairs were dashed pretty quickly though, as Asher — then bereft of pants and his boxers was now sporting a very thick, very nude erection right before me — guided me to a rather lovely round bed at the center of the party, elevated above everything so people could see. Something I’d dismissed earlier as a simple frivolous display. Maybe a place Laura would have me sit and open my gifts.

Instead, it was where Asher lifted me up and took me to, laying me down on the edge as he leaned in and kissed my neck in such a lascivious manner.

I was putty to his hands, the drugs making everything feel so much better. So much more intense. I moaned before I could stop myself, my body arching and rolling against his in a lewd manner I’d never thought myself capable of.

Especially not in front of so many people. But they were quickly forgotten as the pleasure started growing higher and higher within me.

The fact that the hunks of the football team were all standing around watching as their quarterback splayed my legs open, and touched his hand to my surprisingly glistening slit was only a delightful encouragement. He touched me so expertly, teasing me as he grinned.

“Damn, no need to get this pussy ready,” he said in his deep, husky voice, letting his index finger part my petals and dip slowly inside as his eyes widened and nostrils flared with excitement. He was hungry for me.

His touch was unlike anything I’d ever experienced before. It was like an electric shock going through me, making every bit of my flesh stand on end. I was so receptive to his every brush or fondle, my nipples so stiff they ached, my pussy soaking wet and wanting more. Wanting to be filled.

But then he denied me, his strong, rough hands roaming down my bare thigh, to my ankle just above my high heel. He tugged my leg open, crassly, and then reached for a metal hook, pushing the D-ring through it.

I tried to close my other leg, to keep some dignity, but he was too fast, reaching for it and then stretching it out. I was almost spread-eagle by the time he found the clasp, and he reached out, fastening me in place.