Tasting Candy: Over 60 Erotic Pregnancy Stories

We rode on out along the country paths, through the fields where I’d not even known of. He got me to take Ms. Molly faster than I ever took her before! And a combination of watchin’ him in the saddle topless, and the feelin’ of all that jostlin’ against my ladybits...

I was a right mess by the time we came to a stop in a grassy clearin’.

“Here we are,” he said, climbin’ down from his saddle, pullin’ a pouch and blanket from the horse.

I was afraid to get down, my legs was like jelly, and my cheeks was flushed redder’n beets!

So when he looked back after settin’ out the blanket and food, I was still sat up there.

“Come on, we’ll have ourselves a lil’ picnic Daisy,” he said, reachin’ up to me, helpin’ lift me off that seat with those strong hands again. I was part way between dyin’ of embarrassment and goin’ to heaven. I guess one would lead to the other, huh?

“Sorry, I’m just a lil’...” I trailed off, unable to come up with anythin’ good to say as he helped me down.

I watched him, so much taller and bigger than me, size me up. His nostrils flared for a moment, and I swear he got a whiff of me, like we was some animals in heat.

“It’s okay, Daisy,” he said, rubbing one hand over my waist and hip, the other comin’ up to cup my cheek all tender like. “You’re more beautiful than a gal has rights to be out here, ya know?”

He was just such a charmer, and didn’t make me feel ashamed, not at all, even though I knew I musta been blushin’ like crazy. I tucked some of my brown hair from my face and tried to hide my eyes from him, but wasn’t like that was gonna work. Was just the two of us in the clearin’, ain’t no runnin’ from that.

“You’re awful sweet, Mr. Avery,” I managed, but my voice was like a whisper on the wind, all shy and awkward. I didn’t know what to say to that. He was the best lookin’ man I’d ever set eyes on, but I didn’t know if a woman was to tell a man that or nothin’. Ma never said that to pa after all...

"Sweet on you, that's all," he said with a big, warm smile just for me. "C'mon, food's a waitin', don't want your sandwich to grow cold," he said with a playful wink as he took my hand — makin' it feel so tiny inside of his! — and guided me on over to the blanket.

Ms. Molly and her new beau Dusky sidled up to one another as Mr. Avery and I got down onto the blanket.

The summer sun was bright and hot, but still we sat close by as he unwrapped the sandwiches for us.

We ate in quiet for a while, until near the end he reached over, placed his big ol' hand on my bare knee and thigh.

"It's been real nice havin' you stay with me this past week," he said, and though he sounded so happy, I could tell he wasn't lookin' forward to my havin' to head home for the weekend.

“Ya, it’s been real swell,” I said, licking my lips and hating the way his brows furrowed a little bit, makin’ him look so much sadder. My thumb went to his face before I could even stop it, trying to smooth out those lines before I realized what I was doin’.

“I’ll be back bright and early on Monday, you know,” I said as I squirmed beneath his hand. It was makin’ me feel even hotter, especially between my thighs and beneath my plain white panties.

As big and strong as he was, he was a sweet man, and when he leaned in and placed his lips to mine, I wasn't frightened. Nor was I upset! I was surprised, but pleasantly so. And I couldn't help but flutter my eyes shut as I got what was my first, honest to goodness kiss.

A real grown up, adult kiss, I mean. A man's lips to mine, passionate and lovin', not like the silly kisses kids give each other, or a ma gives her child, which was the only other sorta thing I ever had.

Mr. Avery squeezed my thigh and I could feel his moist tongue prod between my lips. I parted 'em willingly, and felt him explore my mouth just a bit.

It was such a sweet moment, and my body still felt all rubbery and soft from the ride. I felt like I could just melt right into him, truth be told. And his free hand came up to grasp me at the shoulder and brace me, as if he sensed that.

He pulled back at long last, our lips parting as I opened my eyes and found us staring at one another.

I didn’t know what to say. I ain’t done nothin’ like that before so I didn’t know even what to do. But I wanted more. I really liked the feel of his mouth on mine, tasting the way he tasted, feeling his warmth. It was making me all tingly on the inside, and I stared at him for what felt like a long time before I became really aware of how his hand felt on my thigh and the way his fingers were digging into my flesh.

He was so near my womanhood, and I was kinda scared and nervous but at the same time I wanted to feel him move up just a little, brush against my jean shorts. Just enough to take the pressure off that throbbing between my legs, nothing serious.

But at the same time, I kinda wanted for somethin’ I didn’t have words for and that made me feel a bit ashamed, but not, ‘cause it was him and not some dumb boy. He was old as my pa, and lonely like me. He squeezed my shoulder and I moved in towards him, feelin’ so good.

“Mr.

Avery,” I said, but I didn’t know what I figured was gonna follow.

He took care of that, all he needed to see was that I wanted him, like he wanted me.

Big and strong, he moved his hands. From my shoulder, he dipped down to my bare back, from my thigh he crept up beneath my jean shorts to my soft, inner thigh flesh. He pressed his lips back to mine, and we made out.