Tasting Candy: Over 60 Erotic Pregnancy Stories

rough the roof. It was bad when I was looking at myself in the mirror. It was worse, walking down the hall, feeling my thighs grow slicker with each step, with every new cat call.

Now I’m not even sure how I’m maintaining enough control to not just start fingering myself right in front of him.

I smile broadly, my fingers curling around my hair as I let him look at me, my breathing making my breasts rise faster, my nipples stiffening against the sheer fabric.

I haven’t said a word, and some inner voice is telling me I must look like an idiot. The other part of me is just concerned with tilting my hips in just the right manner. Turns out that part knows what it’s doing more, because Malcolm is entranced.

“Hey,” he says again, licking his lips, and I know I’ve ensnared this serious young professor, “I was about to head up to my room, drop off my things and then go for coffee. Wanna join me?” he asks, but I have no interest in coffee. Just him. And the football team after.

I pull my lower lip into my mouth, suckling it a bit as my mind rages. Part of me wants to say no, part of me wants to follow him up and just get to it.

“Can I come up with you?” I ask, my voice slower, sultrier than I’ve ever heard it before. “I need to use the ladies room,” I say, though it’s not true at all. I lied! I never lie.

“Sure,” he says with a wry grin and turns, leading me towards his room which he had clearly been coming from in the first place, not heading to. He lied too! But his hand touches the small of my back as he directs me up to his room, and who the fuck cares about anything else?

I’ve never thought such curse words, never thought about such temptations of the flesh, but my mind is a tizzy and I beg for him to touch just a little bit lower.

And then, almost as if I had some telepathic control, his hand does go lower, and I can feel it on the top of my skirt. He’s so close to the source of my heat, and the walk back is exquisite torture, because I know soon, I’ll finally have what I want.

I’ll finally lose my virginity, and it’ll be to a man I’ve long desired. Isn’t that what it’s all about?

I wonder if he knows he’d be my first. I wonder if he’d care.

Once we’re inside his neat and tidy place, he lets his laptop drop to the cushioned chair and turns on me. He’s like a feral beast suddenly, just barely able to contain himself as he presses my back to the door, hands on either side of me.

“Damn Tiffany,” he says, looking me up and down with a building hunger. “I always thought you were hiding a lot of beauty beneath your usual sweaters, but this…” he says, and he’s smitten, letting one hand trail up my thigh, between stocking and skirt. That short stretch of bare skin before he was lightly raising my skirt on his fingertips.

Even if I were smitten with him, the old me might have felt cornered and trapped by his sudden shift.

New me, though?

He has me right where I want him to have me, and his touch is like a glowing, beautiful light. Suddenly I realize that there is nothing more Godly than giving myself to someone, to feeling that carnal pleasure. This is a little slice of heaven on Earth, and I intend on indulging.

“You like?” I mewl, my voice all sugar sweet.

“I do,” he says, and those two simple words of mine seemed to give him license to unleash. His fingers lifted up, and he barely had to touch the button on my blouse and it burst open. I went from having to thick mounds of cleavage to having to heavy tits exposed and pointing hard nipples at him. He grasped one just as his mouth lunged in to kiss and lick at my neck, letting his long fingers sink into my supple tit.

“Fuck your tits are so huge,” he husks with delight.

His words are so dirty, and it makes me wetter, that heat between my thighs almost unbearable.

“I want you,” I gasp, his lips and mouth and teeth teasing my sensitive flesh. I’ve never been kissed like this before, and my entire body is crying out in pure joy.

My entire body except my still aching cunt, that is. And I do something I never would’ve dared before, never even thought of before: I grasp his hand at my thigh, and I pull it up higher, guiding him beneath my skirt.

And before he even lays a finger on my bare, glistening pussy, he gasps, able to feel its heat. Once his digits are gliding over my puffy, needful slit though I’m mewling with delight. I’ve never had anyone touch me there before, and though it’s still not a hard cock pounding me, it’s the best thing I’ve yet felt.

“Christ Tiffany,” he says, squeezing my tit harder as he pulls his face from my neck to look at me. “You’re so fucking wet,” he says, finally overcoming his shock to tease and touch my needful clit with his middle finger.

“I’m so horny,” I say, my voice sounding so desperate that it surprises even me. “Are you horny too?” I ask, and now that he’s touching me just where I want, I reach out for him, my fingers grazing against his throbbing hard cock, still covered by his damnable clothing.

I want the real thing, hot and hard, bare as he shoves it into me and steals me of my innocence.

“You’re damn right I am Tiffany,” he growls, and I feel it in the way his dick throbs through his pants, so thick and bulging. Thankfully I don’t have to feel it through the fabric for long though, because he’s undoing his belt and tugging his pants down. I start to get so giddy with excitement, knowing I’ll finally get to sate my cravings, fill that empty place inside of me.

But then I see him handle a condom from his pocket, and it’s enough to momentarily distract me from the act of tugging his boxer-briefs down, and wrapping my hand around his huge, hard cock to stroke him.

“I’m on the pill, it’s okay,” I tell him, not caring that the pill clearly isn’t working as intended, and instead of feeling safe from pregnancy I feel like I’m a bitch in heat that needs to be bred. Oooh, I like thinking of it that way…