Tasting Candy: Over 60 Erotic Pregnancy Stories

His balls squeezed out a big, thick load of cum for her at that exact moment, and the doctor blasted it deep inside her. A low, loud moan filling the air as he dumped all he had into her waiting, fertile womb.

He didn’t restrain himself, pounding her ass again and again as he dug his fingers into her ass cheeks and grunted.

“C’mon,” he growled, “gonna make you one knocked up lil’ slut.”

She whimpered as those waves of pleasure took her in their current, spinning them about as she gasped. Another orgasm ripped through her and her knuckles went white as she grasped the table.

Her juices flooded his dick, mixing with his own fluids, and she ground against him, rubbing the crown of his cock against her womb’s entrance.

The doctor shuddered and groaned, his dick spasming as the last of his load spurt into her depths, seeding her loins as he huffed. He bent over her at last, giving her ass a final smack and groan as her little womb siphoned up his seed in that moment.

“There you go,” he husked in a raspy voice, giving his dick a few extra pumps to squeeze out all he had.

Two twins, with babies fathered by him.

He wondered if they’d look alike...

The Farmgirl & The Bandit

Book Themes:

Virgin, Barely Legal, and Breeding

Word Count:

8,547

I was giving myself half a second’s rest under the oak tree, a couple yards away from where a few of the horses were lounging, when I heard the telltale sounds of a truck breaking down a short ways down the road. This part of the state was quiet enough even during the busy time of the year—local folks tended pretty quickly to notice sounds that were out of pla

ce, and I’d been here all my life. But this was the slow, lazy season, and we didn’t get a lot of visitors.

Of course, I’d always been told that it was only right to give strangers the same hospitality as an old friend, so I picked up the bag of feed I’d been carrying and hauled it back to the barn before wiping my brow and heading down to the my truck. It was awfully hot this time of summer, and even the cut-off denim shorts that left most of my legs bare and the rolled-up flannel shirt half-unbuttoned didn’t help to do much more than let more of my skin get tanned.

Even though Ma and Pa weren’t around anymore, I still held onto everything they’d taught me growing up. If all those lessons about treating folks kindly and working together were what made my parents run our farm so happily when they were alive, well, they’d darn sure be good enough for me to do the same.

I was a sturdy gal, after all. Just turned twenty, and I’d never even really needed the help the rest of our little county offered after my sister and I ended up on our own. There were offers all the time, mostly from guys I’d known since I was a toddler, telling me they’d be more than happy to lend a hand.

But I was determined to do this on my own.

I don’t know if it was just something I had to prove to myself, or to my Ma and Pa in Heaven.

I brushed some of the curly blonde hair out of my face as I felt my cheeks get hot at the thought of my flighty sister. We’d been left with nothing but each other and this farm, and the moment she turned eighteen, she up and ran off to the big city to do who-knows-what with her savings.

But good riddance, I thought bitterly, she was never much help around here anyway.

Putting a foot up on the metal step, I hoisted myself up into my truck after making sure I’d brought my tools with me, and a moment later, I was pulling out onto the dirt road, driving with a setting summer sun in my eyes.

I glanced at myself in my rear-view mirror to see my own face, framed with my mother’s unbelievably thick and curly locks, and my father’s chestnut eyes, as well as his smattering of freckles across the nose. Sure, I wasn’t too tall, but long hours tending to the farm all on my own left me pretty well-toned. I liked to think I had legs that could kill, but there wasn’t really anybody around to see them, so they weren’t doing me a whole lot of good beyond running me back and forth on the farm.

Something about the afternoon air, though, wouldn’t let me shake the thought that I was awfully lonely on the farm, much as I liked it.

The broken-down truck I’d heard was just down the road. If I’d waited another few minutes, I reckoned, the owner would probably be knocking on my front door.

But I saw him leaning over an open hood instead. He kept his head down until I had pulled up in front of him, and even then, he didn’t turn to look at me ‘until I turned my engine off and stepped out, toolbox in hand.

Well damn, ain’t no locals in Pleasants County who look like that!

His height was what struck me the most, at first—he must have had at least a head or more on me, easily. His dark brown hair spilled down behind his neck, just barely touching his shoulders, pulled back away from his forehead. His chiseled jaw looked mighty strong, but it pointed into a little cleft chin that was so cute I couldn’t help but smile.