Tasting Candy: Over 60 Erotic Pregnancy Stories

“I want’cha to be mine, forever and always,” he husked to me, strokin’ back my hair between kisses.

And I knew I didn’t ever want for nothin’ different. We had somethin’ special, me and Mr. Avery, and as the sun set around us, it was the most beautiful moment of my young life.

At least, until a few months later when I started to swell up with a baby. He was so proud, Mr. Avery, and did every little thing for me. Treatin’ me real kindly. Ma and pa were a bit shocked at first, but I think they kinda expected it, so they weren’t too mad or nothin’. Just excited to become grandparents.

From then on, whenever I went home for a visit, it was with Mr. Avery at my side. And me as Mrs. Avery.

Rosa

The Fertile Farm

Book Themes:

Breeding, Oral Sex, Creampie, and Interracial

Word Count:

4,885

Running a farm is hard work. Doing so alone? Well hell, ain’t many folk that could manage that. But I did. For a good few years, since my pappy passed on. He was a big man, like me. Strong and hardworking, never rested when there was work left to be done, and I learned all I was from him.

So every year when I’d get migrant workers comin’ on by, looking for farmers to hire them on for the harvest season, I turned ‘em away. Not out of heartlessness, but pride. I could run my own farm just fine, and I wanted that sense of accomplishment for myself. I didn’t care to share it with anyone.

That is, not until Rosa came along.

I suppose it should’ve seemed silly.

I got so many big fellas who knew what they were at when it came to farm life, throwin’ themselves at me in offering for a job. Yet it was that caramel skinned beauty who finally convinced me of the need for help.

“What’ll you do for me?” I said, my plaid shirt undone, showing my hard chest as I used my rag to wipe away the sweat as evening approached.

Rosa had looked so good that first time, even though it was clear she’d been travelling a long time, on the road, lookin’ for work.

Though honestly, it didn’t help me that her shirt was tied just beneath her large breasts, her firm stomach on display. Daisy duke shorts clung to her hips and thick thighs, and she brushed some of her long, dark hair from her face.

“Anything you need,” she said with her accented voice. “Cooking, cleaning.” She looked past me for a moment before her chocolaty eyes returned to mine and her lips warmed with a smile. “Make your house a home.”

Part of me wanted to take offense to that. My place had been home to my family for generations! But when I found myself looking at Rosa in the late afternoon sun, hearing her say those words… I felt a pang of emptiness. My house may have been home to generations, but it hadn’t been much of a home for me since my family passed away and moved on.

It was just where I slept and ate after a hard day’s work.

So I was made weak to her charms then and there, without even realizing it.

“Think you got time enough to fix a meal for supper now?” I asked, because I hadn’t even given the meal a thought. I was just gonna eat a sandwich again probably, like it’d been doing since ma died. Cold food, prepared in a jiffy, that’d been my sustenance for far too long.

Rosa looked up at the sky before she returned her gaze to me and her smile broadened.

“I can whip something up,” she replied, and I just wanted to hear her talk more. Her voice was like music to my ears, and the way she kept lightly caressing her skin made it all the sweeter.

“Come, show me inside so I may get started.” She was brazen, I had to give her that. Like she knew what was best for me.

That only made her all the more appealing to me. And where I’d not taken an instruction from anyone since my pappy died, I led her on into the house. It was a big place, with a spacious kitchen, and though the furnishings were a bit old they were all good and working fine. Not that I was great at cleaning, I just rarely set foot in the house anymore so it just never got dirty.

“Here’s everythin’ you should need I imagine,” I said, showing her the fridge, the oven, all of it. “There’s fresh milk, steak, eggs and chicken here, though normally I’d just pass that on to one of my neighbours since I don’t rightly cook. I think you’ll have enough to work with for now, but if there’s anythin’ more you need, well…” I shrugged my broad shoulders and plucked my hat off my head, fanning myself with it as I brushed back my blonde hair. “We can see to that tomorrow,” I said with a smile.

“More than enough,” she said as she reached for the chicken, her smile never faltering.

“Chicken omelets,” she said, more than asked, but I was distracted by the fact that her shorts were riding up, letting me see the soft curve of the underside of her ass as she reached over to turn on the stove.