Tasting Candy: Over 60 Erotic Pregnancy Stories

“I thought of you the whole while, wishin’ I could be there at your side, providing you some relief from what you had to go through,” I murmured, my back arching as I pressed myself forward in the seat. It made him push against me just a little bit more, and I groaned in excitement. “Wishin’ we could do what we wanted to that night you left.”

“Oh god, Jilly,” he says with such deep, husky need. “I was gonna do so much to you before your pa interfered. I had it in my head for years you was gonna be my gal,” he says, licking his lips as he pulls over, coming up to a stop near our old spot.

He turns off the truck and turns towards me, reaching around, grasping me as he takes me for another deep, passionate kiss.

The truck is a bit tight, but somehow I manage to throw my leg over him, but it’s a clumsy and desperate move. I can’t stay like this, not for long, but it’s enough so that I can feel his passion flow from him right into me. My belly flips with excitement of the thought of finally losin’ it to him. Giving him my cherry, making it official that I’m really his girl.

He holds me on his rock hard cock a while, pawing all over me with his eager hands, his hungry mouth kissing down my neck. He’s a beast of a man now, seen combat, been honed to a sharp edge I can tell as I feel his chiselled muscles. But then he pushes open the door and slips out, carrying me with him as he rounds to the back of the truck, holding my ass with one hand as he pulls down the back then lays me down upon the sleeping bag we’d set up in advance.

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“Ain’t a whole army gonna stop me from claimin’ you this night, Jill,” he rumbles, stripping off his shirt entirely, so I can see his broad shoulders, his bulging biceps and thick, veiny forearms.

There’s a bit of the summer chill in the air as night settles in, which is good because otherwise, I swear he’d be on fire, he’s that hot. I can’t believe this is the same man that was just a scrawny boy not ten years ago, and I drink him in with an appreciation of what he’s done for his country and for me.

After all, this is gonna be a night I’m never gonna forget.

“Jack,” I gasp, and my little pussy is pulsing with excitement and need. He looks like a sculpture from out of a museum, all hard and perfectly made just for me, and I reach out to touch his burning hot flesh. He’s perfect, like what I’ve been dreamin’ of since he left so long ago. “I need you.”

Those big, rough hands of his slide up my thighs as I’m laid out before him, he pushes up my skirt, revealin’ the tiny lil’ thong panties I had on, and the very sight of them cuppin’ my naughty bits makes him groan with desire.

“Oh damn, Jill,” he growls, leaning in and taking a deep breath, inhaling my scent so close to my pussy. “You got no damn idea how bad I need to be inside you,” he says, his voice all gravelly with lust as his hands move up to my top, to squeeze at my breasts as his mouth kisses its way across my body towards my own set of lips.

Just his touch is enough to make my skin grow hot, even with the cool night breeze caressing each part of me as he exposes it. I can’t get over how good it feels, and I squirm against his mouth. I want this moment to last forever, yet I can’t help but want him just to take me so that nothing can interrupt us.

He seems intent on drawin’ it out, though, and he’s so strong and his mouth is like heaven, so I don’t wanna protest.

Those big strong hands of his massage and squeeze my tender breasts as we make out, until he pops the buttons and lets them burst free. Then, like the ravenous beast he is, he dives right for ‘em both! His hungry mouth devouring my teats, licking, suckling torturing those poor peaks as his throbbing hard cock presses against my thigh.

I’m grinding against him like a cat in heat, desperate for that connection and that touch against my throbbing pussy. It’s clumsy, but I don’t care, I just need something! And the way he’s teasing my breasts, I can’t help myself. He responds to each one of my cries and whimpers, his tongue and teeth easing off and then coming back again to tease me back higher and higher with each time.

He’s as desperate for this as I am though, so he doesn’t stay too much longer before moving on back down. His long fingers hooking into my panties, tugging the thong away from my slit, peeling the damp fabric away from my glistening labia.

Just one look at him tells me he’s entranced. Absolutely smitten with me, so much so he can’t look away.

“Damn Jill, you got no idea how badly I’ve wanted this,” he husks, pushing on my soft inner thighs, spreading my legs wide as he gets in and gives my lil’ twat a lick.

It’s like electricity jolting through me, and my back arches, and I nearly bump my head on the edge of the truck in my shock. It’s just that powerful, though, the way his moist tongue rubs against my slippery slit.

“Oh Holy Mother,” I curse, and I look up at the sky, at the twinkling stars, and I take a deep breath so that when he licks me again, I’m ready for it and I don’t buck like a mad woman.

It doesn’t matter anyhow, because Jack’s got those big ol’ hands pinnin’ me down. His strong arms bulging with muscle as he holds me in place, keepin’ me at his mercy as he tastes my virginal slit again and again with that ravenous hunger.

But it can’t last forever, not with how dang horny he is! Not with how long we’ve both been needing and wanting this. After what felt like just a moment and an eternity, he gives me a final lick before rising up and reaching to his belt, unbuckling it and unveiling the thick, long bulge of his manhood beneath.

I stare in awe, his masculine form etched in moonlight and makin’ him look even more gorgeous than he already is. It’s almost like there’s a bit of magic in the air, wrappin’ around us, making this all feel so much more special than anything that could happen in real life.

I sit up, just a bit, reaching out for him.

My fingers slip up in under his shirt, touchin’ on those hard, smooth muscles. I roll up his shirt as I go, letting those bulging abs glisten in the moonlight as he tugs down his pants and then hooks his thumbs into his boxer-briefs. Everything seems to pause for a moment as I hold my breath, but I know it’s all in my head. Because he’s too eager to wait any longer.

Jack tugs his pants down, letting that huge, throbbing shaft spring free. That weighty girth so full and hard, ribbed with bulging veins as it stands out towards me, pulsing with eagerness.

My fingers trace down, drawn to that bit of him that I’d never seen: his huge, throbbing dick.

“Jack,” I moan out just as my fingers reach around his cock, feeling it swell with my touch, and I can’t help but smile.

It’s hot and hard, like molten metal out of a furnace, and it pulses with such need. I can’t contain myself as I watch him, his bulging, sculpted torso on display as he gets down, spreads my legs even wider and angles his hips.