Tasting Candy: Over 60 Erotic Pregnancy Stories

She licked her lips as her smile widened and her arms tightened around my neck.

“Oh, I would love that!”

I couldn’t help it, but I lifted her up then and spun her around with glee at her excitement. I’d never longed for someone’s companionship like I had with Rosa, and maybe it was my over excitement, but once the spin came to an end, I found myself ensnared in her gaze again, and dove down to steal a kiss from her lips.

Maybe I could claim it was manly bravado, but dammit, I was just caught up on the moment. And those full, succulent lips of hers cried out to be kissed.

I couldn’t have been more grateful that she kissed me in kind. I couldn’t detect even a second’s hesitation or uncertainty as her lips pressed to mine. I felt more like I’d just proposed rather than simply offered her a long term job, but clearly both of us knew it was something so much more.

Those long meals filled with easy conversation and flirtatious glances weren’t nothing, after all.

I couldn’t help but feel out her smooth back, on down to her round rear. My strong hands traced down over the curve of her cheeks before sinking in through her shorts and savouring the supple feel. I could’ve spent an eternity just feelin’ her then and there as we made out. Our lips smacking together, the moist sounds filling the afternoon air as the sun warmed our skins.

As I pulled back our eyes met once more, and I was just smitten. In love, I realized for the first time.

“I want you, Rosa,” I said in a deep, gravelly husk, as if my mouth had detached from my brain and just spoke the truth of its own accord.

It all happened so fast after those words tumbled from my mouth. Her hand was on my bare, sweaty chest, feeling out those hard muscles with such relish. It traced down, finding the button of my jeans before descending further, her hand rubbing along that throbbing piece beneath the denim.

She rubbed me, all the while staring at me, feeling my thick hardness so brazenly.

I couldn’t help but groan aloud at that touch, my dick swelling beneath her fingers, getting bigger so much faster. It’d been years since I’d rolled in the hay with the girls at the holiday get togethers, my sex drive put on hold as I coped with isolation.

Yet feeling her touch me, stirring that beast of a cock to life, I just couldn’t help myself. I grasped her ass tighter and lunged in, holding her long, black hair as I kissed and bit at her neck. I was ravenous for Rosa then, like I’d never been for another, not even when I was still a teen and hormones ran wild.

Her ass was so deliciously curved, fleshy and soft just the way I thought it should be, but her mouth was all heat as it pressed to mine, then along my jaw, trying to connect with me. I found the hollow of her throat and felt the coo that erupted from her as much as I heard it.

She kept rubbing me, her hand more eager.

“So big,” she muttered.

We stood there so lewdly at the center of the farm, right outside the farmhouse itself. Yet I was shameless. Nobody could see us, unless someone happened to be driving up then and there — and that was highly unlikely — but still, it seemed to skirt decency to slide my hands around to the front of her daisy duke shorts and unbutton them.

As I did that, she mirrored the action on my own jeans, unbuttoning them so eagerly.

I worked her shorts off only to immediately dive my hands for her ass again, to feel those cheeks bare against my palms, my hard, calloused fingers kneading their smooth flesh. All the while, my dick strained the cotton fabric of my underwear, the bulge of my dick pushing the waistband out so that some of that meaty shaft became exposed all on its own.

She felt so warm and clean, somehow. Not like my own rugged masculinity, my chest gleaming with fresh sweat from the heat and activity. It was as though she retained all the warmth of the sun but none of the humidity, her skin still so dry against my palms even though she radiated hotness.

“Tyler,” she gasped again, watching my cock throb, hunger in her eyes. Maybe it’d been a while for her, too, though with that body and smile and her genuine sweetness, it was hard to understand how that might be.

Every time my name rolled off that tongue of hers I felt my desire rise, and I moved from her neck to her lips again. I was at the mercy of that beauty and my desires for her, and I pushed down her shorts further, mauled her ass and felt those simple panties of hers.

The grass beneath our feet was lush and green, and I shifted upon it, bringing one hand up to untie the knot of her plaid shirt and get at her breasts beneath. That rough, calloused hand of mine desperate to feel those supple mounds.

She wore a simple white bra, her breasts so soft and round as my hand skirt between her flesh and the material. She squirmed as she took her hand, reluctantly, from my package and instead to her back. In a simple, single motion, she unclasped the bra, letting my hand flick it away.

Her breasts were magnificent, and I had to take a moment to stand back in quiet awe and simply stare. Her nipples hardened under my gaze as I exposed her to the warm air, her body almost seeming to glow under the sun.

I palmed one of her large mounds and felt it meld to my touch, watched that flesh swell between my fingers as I squeezed. I’d never felt a pair of tits like hers before, never lusted for a set quite so much either.

“Oh Rosa,” I said right before I dove down, lowering my much taller body down

to kiss at her breast and pull one of her teats into my mouth. She was already a good foot shorter than me, tall as I was, but I had to get down and suckle at that breast just a little.

Her body was fluid against mine, thrusting her breasts towards my mouth. She was just as eager to have my mouth against her teat as I was to taste her. Her hand went to the back of my head as she begged me in, not hard, but just firm enough that I knew she wanted it.

My hands grasped her hips and ass again as I pulled that stiff nipple into my mouth, tugging upon it with my tongue and teased it with a swirl. I was out of control, because suddenly years of repressed desire were welling up, overwhelming me. I lifted her weight in my hands and lowered her down to the grass, getting down upon my knees between her legs.