Tasting Candy: Over 60 Erotic Pregnancy Stories

I was way out of my element!

Ma and pa had no problem with lettin’ me do that, I mean, as long as I came home on the weekends that is. Pa was a lil’ upset by it, I could tell, but he knew it was what was best for me anyhow. I needed to get out more, couldn’t spend all my life under their roof! Or at least, that’s what ma said.

So startin’ the next day, I toted a big ol’ bundle over to Mr. Avery’s place and I stayed the night.

“Here’s your new room, Daisy,” he said, guidin’ me on in with that big, strong hand of his on my bare, lower back. I gotta admit, that was the first time he ever laid skin to mine, and his hard hand was a right pleasant sensation. Like my pa’s, but bigger still, he was comfortin’ man, who made me feel like everythin’ was gonna be grand.

“Woo doggy, Mr. Avery!” I said, tryin’ to distract myself from how flustered I kept gettin’ ‘round him. “This is a big ol’ room!” And it was! The bed alone looked to be almost as big as my old room.

“I bought the bed for myself some time ago, splurged, ya know? But then I never did feel comfortable in that big ol’ bed all by my lonesome. So it became my guest bed. Now it’s yers,” he said warmly. “And dresser over there, for all yer stuff, figure it’s appropriate for a fine lady like yerself.”

And it was. Pretty as anythin’, it looked made for a lady. Didn’t fit in with big ol’ Mr. Avery none.

“I don’t know what to be sayin’, Mr. Avery,” I said, battin’ my lashes and lookin’ up at him sheepishly. “It’s a much finer room than I’ve ever had.”

He smiled down at me and rubbed at my shoulder, that big palm so large against my dainty limbs.

“No less than you deserve. And it’ll be real nice to have more of a lady’s touch ‘round here. It’s been sorely missed,” he stated, flashin’ me a wink.

“Now come on,” he said, “settle yer things in and then we’ll rustle up some supper, whadda ya say?”

I laughed and pranced on in, shovin’ my things next to the dresser for now before racin’ on out, eager to start in the kitchen.

Like I said before, Mr. Avery’s farm was bigger than ma and pa’s, and that went for the kitchen and whole farm house too. So much roomier than what I was used to, I felt like a queen instead of a silly lil’ farm girl out in the country. It was clear Mr. Avery had plans for a big ol’ family at one time, but now it was just him and me.

I reckon

ed to make up for lost time, by makin’ him some fine meals.

“Mm-mmm!” he declared after the last bite. Though to be fair, he hadn’t been quiet about any of the bites he’d taken. He’d loved every single one.

“That is one hell of a meal, Daisy!” He said, before coverin’ his mouth. “Sorry, shouldn’t cuss like that in front of a pretty lady,” he amended.

“Aw shucks, Mr. Avery,” I said, grinnin’ big and foolish, just so happy that my cookin’ got him so worked up. “Just makes me happy to know I could please you so,” I said, standin’ up and gatherin’ the plates to take to the sink.

“And that you certainly did, Daisy,” he remarked with a bright smile, helpin’ me take the dishes over. And even though the kitchen was so spacious, we was standin’ side by side, elbow to elbow. And I liked that a great deal.

I spent more’n an hour brushin’ down Ms. Molly that first mornin’, I’ll confess right off the bat. Didn’t help that Mr. Avery only encouraged me. He showed me the way that she liked to be brushed, her favourite snacks — fresh carrots! From the special patch he grew just for her — and then we even cheated a little.

“C’mere,” he said after we saddled her up, and he put his hands upon my waist, liftin’ me up with such ease.

It weren’t the first time I felt a funny feelin’ down below, but I’ll say this... it was the first time I felt it near so intense. Those strong hands, hoistin’ me up into the saddle gave me a stirrin’ in my loins like nothin’ I ever felt, and then there I was: mounted atop Ms. Molly.

“Ridin’ tall and pretty,” Mr. Avery declared with a bright smile, lookin’ about as proud of me as he was Ms. Molly. “You two was meant to be together, I think,” he said, and my heart skipped a beat.

“Don’t tease like that, Mr. Avery,” I said, cheeks all flushed pink as I clutched those reigns.

“I don’t tease!” He said, and then started to guide her out around the yard, each clip-clop a lovely sensation fer me. “Beautiful,” he said, and I think that was when I first realized somethin’: he fancied me more’n he’d ever fancied Ms. Molly.

Mr. Avery gave me plenty of time with Ms. Molly, and he took that opportunity to train in his new stallion. It wasn't long before he felt comfortable ridin’ on up to me, big ol’ grin on his face as he rode that horse in time with me.

“How about you and me go out for a lil’ joy ride, huh?” he said, and after all day workin’ hard, we was both weary and stripped down some, but none of my enthusiasm for a joy ride was dampened. Especially not with Mr. Avery ridin’ topless as he was, that broad chest showin’ off, all hard and bulgin’ with muscle.

Never saw a man like that before, nor since. Mr. Avery was a rare sort of man, kind, gentle, generous and strong. Oh so strong.

“I’d love to,” I said, my voice squeakin’ a lil’ I was so breathless.

“C’mon,” he said, and began to lead the way.