Tasting Candy: Over 60 Erotic Pregnancy Stories

“No,” I murmured honestly.

Those expert fingers of his, that must’ve seen more action than I ever would, continued to move up and down along my lil’ slit, workin’ it so wonderfully. Better than I ever could in the brief moments I dared test sin in the bathtub. He made me quiver and moan in excitement right there, in the gosh darn barn as he felt me up.

“This ain’t nothin’ but a bit of foreplay,” he said to me so casually, workin’ his digits along my delicate, feminine sex. “You know you gotta drop these panties for me now, don’t ya girl?” he said so pleasantly, as if we was just best of friends.

As if he weren’t some outlaw, runnin’ from the Sheriff and who knew what else.

“I can’t,” I said so softly and instantly I regretted it. My body was makin’ me regret it, because it wanted more. I didn’t know how I could go back to not feelin’ him right now as he touched me.

He gave a disappointed look, but he never stopped. Instead, he spoke up again.

“That’s a downright shame. Well then… let me,” he said, and he slowly retracted his fingers from strokin’ at my slit, and reached up, grasping the waistband of my panties and slowly drawin’ ‘em on down, lettin’ ‘em sink on down to gradually expose my naughty bits. The slightest of actions could’ve stopped him, he weren’t usin’ no force or nothin’.

But I didn’t wanna stop him. I didn’t want him to stop, not even a little. He was turnin’ me on like I could never’ve believed until that moment, and I wanted to know so bad what he’d do next.

I stepped outta the panties and the daisy dukes, feelin’ so exposed even though I was still wearin’ my top. I could feel a little sheen of sweat begin to develop, the heat and my excitement conspirin’ against me and makin’ my mind move slow.

As he stared at me, lookin’ me over, sizin’ me up in my naked glory, I could feel a bead of sweat dribble on down between my two breasts, and he stood there, starin’ and watchin’ the whole thing, shameless as anythin’.

“Beautiful,” he remarked in a deep husk, lettin’ his fingers slide on back, rubbin’ at my lady bits without even the panties to separate us now. Just his bare fingers strokin’ my wet folds as he stared at my body with such obvious desire.

“You’re a vision of beauty,” he said in his growling voice, and I could see a bulge formin’ in his jeans. “The prettiest sight to see for ten counties over, at least.”

“This ain’t right,” I protested, but my heart wasn’t in it. I was a slave to passion just like any mortal, and I breathed harder and faster as I shifted under his stare.

My body was gettin’ so wound up, my muscles tightenin’ as he touched me, and I was feelin’ so exposed.

And so sexy...

“But it feels sooo damn good, don’t it girl?” he said, a big grin on his chiselled, handsome face as he touched right upon my most private of parts. His thick fingers circlin’ my clit, stokin’ my fires so high as he moved in, and placed his lips against my neck. It made me tremble, more so when he did it again, then moved on down to my collarbone, kissin’ his way towards my chest, until he was smackin’ his lips right upon my breasts.

I gasped, because even when he was touchin’ my sex, nothin’ could compare to the combination of his mouth and his fingers working together.

I whimpered, my head thrust back and my tits thrust into his face, my mind completely gone. It was just my body responding to his in the most animal of ways, and I couldn’t fight it no more. I wanted him. I wanted his mouth and his hands and his body all over me.

He was kissin’ his way down, over the mound of my supple breast flesh, his fingers workin’ such a miracle on my loins as I moaned and writhed. He was a master of the flesh, I could tell. There weren’t nothin’ he didn’t seem to know about my own body, more’n I knew by far.

Before I knew it, he’d undone the knot that held my top in place, and my breasts spilled out. His kisses landin’ around the areolas, teasin’ the edge of my hard nipples. All as his fingers teased the entrance to my lil’ pussy.

“I’m gonna need you to turn around now, darling. Turn around and bend over, with your hands against the wall,” he instructed in that dark, grizzly voice of his, so laced with authority and desire.

Part of me didn’t want to obey. That part wanted to see him, to watch what he was doin’ next.

But with my eyes closed, it wasn’t easy to see much of anythin’, to say the least.

I didn’t know much about sex or nothin’ like that, but I knew it was how women got pregnant, and I didn’t wanna get pregnant by no man that was gonna be on the run.

I tried to tell him that, but my brain was so fuzzy it came out as, “I don’t wanna baby,” instead of anythin’ intelligible. It must’ve seemed even sillier since I was turnin’ around at the time.

“Don’t worry your pretty lil’ head,” he husked to me, as I heard him workin’ the buttons of his jeans. And I couldn’t help but peer back over my shoulder, watch as he dropped those trousers, and out popped this massive, throbbin’ length of manhood.

It was like nothin’ I’d ever seen. Big, criss-crossed with bulgin’ veins, and lookin’ so damn needful. It was glorious, with a glistenin’, purple tip that stretched out for me.

“Just spread yer legs, and put yer trust in me, beautiful,” he said, slidin’ his hand over my bare, round ass cheek, fondlin’ it so intimately. “You probably won’t get no baby in you.”

“Probably?” I whimpered, but I was staring at his tool, distracted by it as I wat

ched it pulse in time with the pounding of his heart.