Tasting Candy: Over 60 Erotic Pregnancy Stories

Even if I wanted to unfasten myself, my legs were so long that it would’ve been a struggle at the position I was in.

And then he stood up, giving everyone in the room a complete view of my spread, slick pussy with only the outline of the black panties around that shaved mound.

The guys hooped and hollered at that sight of me so lewdly displayed, and Asher grinned in triumph as he let them all get a good view. Though excitement was clearly rising, as I watched one of the guys put his arms around Laura, squeeze her breast and start kissing her neck. And she just let it happened. In fact, she grabbed his ass and continued to stare up at me with a grin of her own.

Asher though, he got down between my legs, leaned in and took a deep inhale of my cunny scent.

“Mmm,” he moaned aloud, “smells damn tasty boys.” He sank his thumbs into my inner thighs and leaned in, lashing his tongue along my slit and tasting me as everyone watched, taking such joy in savouring my carnal flavour it seemed.

I let out a garbled coo, the warm, firm sensation of his tongue nearly sending me to orgasm right then and there. It took so little, but my body was wound so tight. I’d never even had sex, and now I was spread and presented like a dinner piece, with one of the sexiest guys I’ve ever seen eating my pussy.

My back arched and I tried to sit up, but a hard hand pushed me back to the bed, and Asher pinched my nipple — hard — as if in punishment.

He kept me there, pinned beneath his strong arm for as long as he liked, brooking no dissent from me as he ate my pussy for all to see. My world was a pleasured blur as I lay there, panting and squealing, but he never relented. Not until he had his fill.

Being first to get a crack at me, he relished in his opportunity, until at last, with me on the cusp of another orgasm, he rose up, licked around his lips and leaned over me, his dick in hand as he teased my slit and on up to my clit. He grinned at me, maintaining eye contact as he sank on in, slowly gliding into my warm, wet, virginal pussy, with nary a sliver of protection between us.

I should’ve been more concerned, more cautious, but I couldn’t help it. All there was in my world was sensual pleasure. It all felt and smelled so erotic, so beautiful. The touch of his skin against mine, the dark twinkle of joy in his eyes as he unknowingly took my virginity.

As he made me his.

And oh, I wanted to be his. Though we had an audience, I wanted nothing more than for him to rob me of that last sliver of innocence.

I was a virgin, I wasn’t on the pill, or anything, and that should’ve alarmed me, but feeling Asher’s big, thick dick split my pussy open and sink to my utmost depths… I could only moan and revel in it. Savour the sweet feeling of that veiny dick filling me so completely, replacing that void as he began to pump his hips and fuck me.

The crowd hooped and hollered as Asher’s balls slapped against my ass, his grunting and groaning rising up as he was the first man to take me. His crass words ringing out loudly, “Ohh fuck fellas, she’s the tightest slut I’ve ever been in.” And that only got more cheers, and those words didn’t sound insincere at all.

I wondered if he knew, but I didn’t think he did. It was my little secret, and because of it, I was able to relax a bit more. If he thought I was a slut, it was better, wasn’t it?

My legs ached a little, spread open so wide as they were, and my hands went to my breasts, touching them. The skin was so receptive, and my nipples stiffened to hard little pebbles as my thumbs ran over them.

Asher grew harder, faster, building up his tempo as the team all watched. The team and Laura, whose own tits were now half-out, one nude breast grasped by a man that was kissing on her neck, as the other took her lips.

Though that couldn’t distract me from the bliss my body was feeling, Asher pounding me to another intense high as his thumb reached in, tweaked my clit so that I shook with another earth shattering climax as he blew his thick, virile load deep inside me with a loud lion’s roar of pleasure. My first load of cum.

I knew it wasn’t destined to be the last, and maybe that was what caused the orgasm to be so mind blowing. It was beyond anything I could’ve ever even dreamed, and my scream shook the chandelier.

I ground against him, straining my muscles as I greedily sought more, to feel him deep within my cunny.

And though I could see the pleased look on his face, he withdrew. His turn was up, and he knew better than to be greedy.

So with a squeeze of my tits, he slipped out, leaving me so empty once more, drooling his seed onto the bed.

“Next up, boys!” He said as he hopped on down, tagging one of the guys who was on Laura who then climbed up, his dick hard as he stripped himself down, letting his cock stick out. Though Laura wasn’t left unattended, she stroked her hand down Asher’s glistening chest, grasped his still hard cock and began to pump it as the next guy got in place before me.

It was Nick, the team captain, who slipped his cock into me without any foreplay or fondling. Just moaned loudly as he sank into the wetness of my cunt, heedless of Asher’s squelching seed that was left behind.

And it was even better that time. Not because Nick was a better lover or anything, but just because I was feeling so much more relaxed and calm. I couldn’t believe what it was doing for my mood, what they were able to make me feel just with that one piece of them that they kept hidden.

I wanted more. I wanted to feel hands everywhere, and I brought my own fingers down over my stomach, up over my breasts, fantasizing that the rest of the team had joined in and were all touching me at once.

It was beyond bliss, and I came again, so hard I thought I’d buck and hurt myself, or Nick!

Nick was so busy enjoying me, he didn’t appreciate what I was doing with myself. He was just hammering his dick into me, moaning. But Asher, he watched as Laura worked his honey-glistening cock up and down, and he called out.

“Hey, you guys, get up there. She needs more attention,” he said, slapping a couple other fellas on the back. And then in a blink of an eye, they were there. Two of them, one on either side. They shed their pants and began to fondle me, while one of them offered up his dick to my lips, slapping its meaty shaft against my moist pucker.

It all seemed to happen so fast, as if my eagerness made time speed up, and then when they were there, it slowed down, letting me more fully enjoy them all as they touched and caressed and claimed me. I felt so filthy, so dirty and wrong, like the college slut stereotype, but it felt so good. I didn’t understand why it could be seen as a bad thing.