Tasting Candy: Over 60 Erotic Pregnancy Stories

My mind was a jumble of thoughts. I should have been laughing off the man’s absurd offer and getting into my truck right now, and every part of me knew it. Well, almost every part, I realized as I moved my hips and felt a wetness between my legs I hadn’t noticed.

He’s right, said something at the back of my mind. It was unbearably lonely on the farm. I worked all day with no more company than the animals, and at the end of each day, I headed inside to an empty house, no other noise but my footsteps on the old wood.

But I was a good gal, like my folks always taught me. Still, there were plenty of nights I’d lain in bed, wishing there were somebody lying beside me, and still more nights I’d felt my own hand wandering down below my waist.

Guilt burned in me those nights, even as I comforted myself, and it burned just as much now as I realized I was actually considering his words.

I was a good girl…but it wasn’t like I hadn’t pictured a man with a strong jaw going to work on me before. I licked my lips as excitement tickled my womanhood and shame made my face go red.

“Okay.”

The word just kind of…spilled out of me. It was like someone else had said it through my mouth, but the next moment I was hauling moonshine into my truck.

Both of us moved fast. I was used to loading trucks fast, but I didn’t expect Jason to be so quick. He obviously had some experience with this kind of illicit work. Just what kind of criminal had I just invited to my farm—and between my legs?

I opened the truck door after we’d finished and sat down with my legs hanging out the side, my heart racing. Was I really about to go through with this? Help some stranger stash some contraband on my land and let him—

My thoughts were interrupted when Jason appeared at the open door, still catching his breath from hauling the jugs so quickly.

“Well,” I nodded to the passenger’s seat, “let’s get going, it’s just up the road, but the sheriff won’t be long now.”

“Think I owe you a little something first, miss.”

I blinked and stared up at him, and my face flushed. “Wh-? We don’t got time for that, and we can’t,” I stuck my head out the truck to peer down the road, “you can’t just do that out in the open like this, someone might see! Sheriff might pull up on us!”

“You sound like you like that idea,” he purred.

I huffed, unable to meet his eyes for a few seconds.

“You do still want this, don’t you?”

I finally turned my eyes to meet his, his expression full of hungry expectation. He already knew the answer to his own question. I wanted it.

God, I wanted it. But…did I really want it this way? My first time, in the middle of the road with a stranger? Did it even count as a first time if he did…what he said he would do? I didn’t know, and as I felt a knot in my throat, I realized that I didn’t care.

“Come on,” I breathed, and I clutched the side of the door as he went to his knees and started to undo the button on my shorts, strong hands helping me down to sit on the step bar.

His fingers were as deft with my clothes as his arms were with the moonshine. I felt my denim shorts being tugged down roughly in no time, the warm summer breeze tickling my suddenly exposed lips.

My heart fluttered. I’d never been exposed like this outside for as long as I could remember. And certainly never in any kind of situation like this. I felt like there were eyes all around me, watching me reveal myself in front of a man I’d only met a few minutes ago. What in the hell was I thinking?

Warmth spread up through my body before he even touched anywhere near my privates. His big, rough hands held my hips as though he’d held them a hundred times before, and the low rumble from his chest told me he felt as hungry for me as he looked.

This man, this bandit who could throw me to the ground and take me any way he wanted me, was relishing the moment before I let him taste my cunt.

“I’ve been to a lot of little places like this around the South,” he murmured as he squeezed my ass, “but the hospitality down here is unlike any other.”

“C’mon, don’t keep me waiti-OH!”

I’d put my own fingers in my vagina plenty of times before, more times than I’d like to admit, but nothing, nothing felt like the strong jaw that pressed itself into my wet folds, and my whole body shuddered as his tongue gently massaged the outside of my pussy. It pressed up against my lips and wasted no time going in when he realized how soaking wet I was.

“Sweetheart,” he husked, “I didn’t know you were this ready to give a little love.”

“Keep doing it,” I whimpered, “and hurry, he’ll be here soon!”

Honestly, whether or not the sheriff was getting close wasn’t the foremost thing on my mind. From the moment his tongue touched me, I just wanted him closer, further inside me. I wante

d to feel him comforting me the way I couldn’t do it myself.