by Candy Quinn
“So close,” she warned him, already feeling her body begin to coil tighter and tighter.
He felt much the same, evidenced by how his balls no longer slapped noisily against her ass, the heavy, cum-laden sac tightening against him as he felt the fire of pleasure travel up his shaft. He groaned and thrust into her so delightfully hard, knowing her limits so well as he plowed right through to the edge of their release.
“I’m cumming in you Roxy,” he groaned out, squeezing her hand atop her pregnant belly as he shuddered, flicked her clit and buried himself into her with repeated, long thrusts, his dick spurting its rich cream inside her already seeded depths with such relish.
Those thrusts were all it took to send her over the edge, her mind and body reeling as her pussy vibrated around him, clenching and unclenching as she cried out. Oh, she didn’t hold back, those moans so wanton and filled with bliss as she shuddered and came around his cock.
“Doctor!” she whimpered, a little bit of liquid spilling from her breast, and running down the smooth round curve of her mound.
He was panting atop her, his hard, muscular body so gorgeous with that extra little sheen.
“We’ll have to do that more often Roxy,” he said, even as that big, virile dick of his pumped out the last of his spurts. “I don’t want you feeling lonely and untended to anymore,” he said in all seriousness, leaning down and giving her a kiss, a simple, sweet kiss. “Doctor’s orders.”
And she moaned against his mouth, a soft little thing filled with such tenderness as she smiled at him, slowly coming down from her high.
She flushed at his words, biting in her lower lip before letting it pop back out.
“Now, about your number...” she said softly.
When Roxy had said sister, she’d neglected to mention they were twins. Identical twins. The only difference between them at all was that Lily had a soft birthmark on the swell of her left breast that resembled a heart.
She sat atop the examination table, almost completely nude but for the unflattering blue dress that barely covered her generous tits, nor how stiff they were with the barbells through them.
Though where Roxy was the obedient one, Lily was the rebel, a dark tattoo of thorns and roses tracing over her hips and thighs. After a wild youth of chasing bad boys, though, she’d settled down somewhat. Gotten a job bartending at a nice little club, and a bouncer husband to match.
Too bad he was as sterile as a turnip.
On her sister’s advice, though, she’d sought out her Doctor, the one that’d knocked her up with his, so Roxy told it, ‘huge tool’.
But Lily had to see it for herself. Experienced it for herself.
Besides, it was time to grow a family, and if her husband wasn’t up to the task, then someone’s gotta be.
The moment the doctor came through the door, looking over her chart, Lily got a good idea the man met up to the hype. He was stunning even with his clothes on, so tall, so in control looking.
“Good to see you, Lily,” he remarked, placing the chart aside as he walked over to her with a warm smile. “Your sister put in a good word for you, and your chart confirms it all: you’re as healthy and fertile a woman as she was when she came in. There’s not a problem in the world wrong with you,” he said so certainly.
“I knew it,” she said with a roll of her eyes. “God, I kept telling him but no, it was all my fault.”
She sighed, her hands in her lap as she looked up at him, smiling beneath her dark rimmed eyes. She didn’t tan, unlike her sister, and she didn’t have the same manicured nails and over plumped lips, but she was still gorgeous and well groomed. Just in a different way.
“Well, that’s where my sister told me you helped her,” she said brazenly, none of the beating around the busy as Roxy had done.
The striking doctor wasn’t fazed by that sudden come on, he gave her a simple – but dashing – smile and a slow nod.
“Beautiful, healthy women who want to be mothers like yourselves, shouldn’t be deprived just because the men in your life aren’t up to the task,” he said simply, letting his gaze travel down over the voluptuous woman. “You’re a pretty confident woman I can tell, I suppose you’ve thought it through and there’s no point in asking if you’re sure,” he said, phrased almost as a question itself.
“Wouldn’t be here otherwise,” she confirmed with a bright nod and an eager smile. Over eager, maybe. She couldn’t wait to see what he hid beneath those tight pants.
“Besides, I trust a doctor to be clean and understanding of confidentiality,” she added on, her hands finding the edge of the exam table and pushing herself forward towards him. “And you clearly got good swimmers.”
He gave a simple laugh then reached out brazenly, touching his hand atop her mostly exposed thigh, that hard, strong grasp of his clasping her supple flesh.
“Got your sister the first try,” he said simply, head tilted a little to the right as she was able to see his strong jaw and chiselled features up close. “Not that we didn’t seal the deal with some insurance shots,” he added on with the slightest hint of a wry smile. “We want to be sure of this after all.”
“So professional,” she said, her voice taking on a lilted tone. She wriggled into his hand, her firm ass barely on the bed any longer as she sought to get closer.
“So what’s the deal, huh? How do you want to do this?”
“Your sister did it with her feet up in the stirrups,” he said to her simply, his jaw set firmly as he looked her over up and down. “But maybe you just wanna get to it, huh?” he said, and the next thing she knew, he had a hold of her two thighs, tugging her legs apart further as he pulled her nearer to him, making her dress move up her body further.
And she grabbed for his belt, true to his prediction, working the leather through the loop with ease.
“I’m not that picky,” she said in a low, seductive tone. “Just as long as you promise to knock me up good.” Her smile was dark as her eyes skipped up to his, then back down as her fingers worked his button through the hole.
“You do this to all your patients?”
“Just the special ones,” he remarked, reaching up and clasping her breast over her top, letting his fingers sink into that supple mound as she worked his trousers open.
Inside, his dick was bulging through his boxer-briefs, a thick shaft snaking along his groin to his thigh. When she pulled it out, the thick, meaty shaft was fast expanding, growing longer, harder in her touch, but already surpassing that of her husband back home.
“Nummy,” she cooed affectionately as she stroked it bare, getting a feel for just how much those veins were throbbing. His arousal was turning her on, there was no doubt about it, and she squirmed on the table, leaving a wet spot on the paper sheet.
“No wonder you like whipping this out.”
As she worked that thick shaft in her hand it grew and grew, until it was a thick, iron-shod rod in her grasp. She managed to get a few moans out of him in the process, and a little trickle of precum to run down from his slit and along her fingers.
The doctor pushed his hand up her thigh and in under her dress, letting his thumb trace down along her slit, finding it bare and uncovered.
“Well I’m glad you came to me, Lily,” he said in a deep husk. “Fine stock like you and your sister need to breed right. You’re far too beautiful and fertile to be wasting your time childless and burdened by sterile men.”
“Mhm,” Lily replied, but she was distracted. Her thumb ran along his flared tip, dragging the precum down. She wasn’t in a rush, her fingers and palm teasing him, encouraging the blood to fill him to his full girth.
When finally he got to that point, she briefly let it go, watching as it throbbed of its own accord, and she sucked in a deep breath.
“That’s gorgeous,” she said with a low whistle. The perfect specimen.
The doctor’s thumb continued to tease her slit, working at it with that gentle precision, up and down along her moist gash.
“Good enough to father you a child?” he asked, arching a brow at her in confident query. He knew the answer of course; she’d not say no, not with that expression. Not with her having come in in the first place looking to have her problems solved.
“Mhm,” she nodded obediently.
“Same thing I told your sister,” he said so smoothly, his voice lined with a pleasured husk as she teased and stroked his length, making him shiver just a little. “I’ll be your doctor through it all, and if any paternity issues come up… the tests can come through my office and I’ll make sure no one’s the wiser.”
“Devious,” she purred, and oh, she loved it. The idea of pulling one over on her husband. Her eyes went up to the doctor as she sat up straight again, her legs spreading and heels tugging him closer.
“You like it a certain way, doc’?”
“Get up and bend over,” he told her simply, a firm, authoritative command as he tugged her to the edge of the table by her thigh. Though he leaned in and bit her on the neck, kissing her over the place his teeth left their little indents as his other hand squeezed into her supple breast flesh.
She slipped from the examination table, pushing herself into his bite, his touch, so brazenly. Her grin was lascivious as her fingers ran along his jawline.
“As you wish,” she teased before turning around, revealing her bare back, the bow tied along her lower spine. She quickly untied it, shedding herself of even the flimsy excuse for a dressing gown and unveiling her perfect, tight little ass.
The tattoo wrapped from her hip and down her thigh, but her ass was pristine, and she leaned her forearms down on the table, pressing it towards him.
“You want that, Doc’?” she asked, wiggling back and forth, the smell of her sex rich in the air.
“Ohh I do,” he said in a deep, lusty husk, grabbing hold of her hips and ass to still the sway of that rear and get his dick up against her wet slit. “I’m gonna pump you nice and full, that husband of yours will be feelin’ the jealousy psychically,” he said with a wry grin, savouring the flavour of her cunt on the air and absolutely loving it.
With a firm, hard shove, he embedded his cock in her fully, letting loose a loud moan as he buried himself balls deep into her.
She squealed as he impaled her, blonde hair flung over her bare back as her wet cunny took his hard cock. He felt so fucking good and she thrust her ass back against him, grinding against him. He was so much bigger than her husband, and obviously much more virile. The thought that her sister had fucked him, as well, added a bonus thrill to the act.
His cock stretched her little cunny taut around him as he grasped hold of her hips and began to pound her ass. Those thick, juicy cheeks rippling with each impact of his hard groin, his balls swinging up to smack against her clit and mons with each pump of his hips.
He grunted and moaned lewdly, filling the examination room with their lust filled noises as he took her from behind.
“Even friskier than your sis,” he grunted out, giving her ass cheek a smack with the palm of his hand. “Here’s hoping I give you twins,” he said as he sank his fingers into her flesh.
She let out a laugh that warped into a moan, a smile lancing across her lips at his words.
“You better,” she said as she slammed her supple ass into his hard hips once more. “Fuck, let’s see how good you really are.” It was almost as though she felt she could goad him into knocking her up.
Her fingers dipped between them, neatly trimmed fingers lightly tugging at his sac as he pounded into her, already coated in her juices.
That gentle fondling of his sensitive balls made him hammer her all the harder, his rockhard dick pistoning into her, his stony groin ramming her ass. He grunted loudly, plowing into her harder, faster, filling her up with that thick, hard dick of his that put her husband to shame.
He couldn’t help it. He had to reach up and tug his shirt open recklessly, to get that garment off and get some cool air upon his hard, glistening chest. Then with this bare abs exposed as he rocked, he sank his two hands into her ass cheeks and thrust into her all the harder, throwing himself into her redoubled.
Every rock forward send her into the table, and they were both lucky it was bolted down. Still, the sound of the paper crinkling, their moans growing, they had to have been overheard, but that only gave Lily another enticing thrill. Her wails and pleading increased, rather than stilled, and she grabbed onto the table with her free hand as she rolled his balls between her others.
“What’re the odds of twins, huh, Doc’?” she purred.
His words came out strained through his grunts, as he never let up on that hard, rough pace of his thrusts, but he answered her alright, hammering her ass through each word.
“Fertile young woman like you… in the prime of her life? Virile man like me packin’ this big load I got?” he said more than asked, his dick twitching and pulsating within her slick, narrow canal. “Pretty good if you ask me,” he responded, licking his lips.
Especially since, clearly, twins ran in the family.
She slammed against him, the sound of slapping flesh resounding in the small doctor’s office, her breasts bouncing with each thrust as she relinquished his balls, once more tapping against her cunny and clit.
Her hands held her up for a few seconds, letting that rhythmic slap tease that bundle of nerves to a higher plane.
She could feel that bulging dick inside her throb and pulsate, the way it stretched her out wide would leave her feeling empty when next her husband slipped inside her. Yet in that moment it was sweet bliss, and the doctor hammered her toward her peak. The low, lewd moans he gave indicating he wasn’t far off himself.
“Cum for me,” he told her. “Cum for me like you never did for that sterile lil’ husband of yours!” He commanded, smacking her ass with a crack of his palm.
The sound filled the air and her fingers dipped between her thighs, feeling out that little, wet bundle of nerves. She was already so near to the edge, so deliciously teetering, that even the lightest touch was enough to make her knees buckle and mind go weak.
Her entire body trembled and jerked, her pussy milking him as it vibrated and clenched, her knees weakening.
“Oh God,” she hissed. “I’m cumming on your cock!”
His balls squeezed out a big, thick load of cum for her at that exact moment, and the doctor blasted it deep inside her. A low, loud moan filling the air as he dumped all he had into her waiting, fertile womb.
He didn’t restrain himself, pounding her ass again and again as he dug his fingers into her ass cheeks and grunted.
“C’mon,” he growled, “gonna make you one knocked up lil’ slut.”
She whimpered as those waves of pleasure took her in their current, spinning them about as she gasped. Another orgasm ripped through her and her knuckles went white as she grasped the table.
Her juices flooded his dick, mixing with his own fluids, and she ground against him, rubbing the crown of his cock against her womb’s entrance.
The doctor shuddered and groaned, his dick spasming as the last of his load spurt into her depths, seeding her loins as he huffed. He bent over her at last, giving her ass a final smack and groan as her little womb siphoned up his seed in that moment.
“There you go,” he husked in a raspy voice, giving his dick a few extra pumps to squeeze out all he had.
Two twins, with babies fathered by him.
He wondered if they’d look alike...
The Farmgirl & The Bandit
Book Themes:
Virgin, Barely Legal, and Breeding
Word Count:
8,547
I was giving myself half a second’s rest under the oak tree, a couple yards away from where a few of the horses were lounging, when I heard the telltale sounds of a truck breaking down a short ways down the road. This part of the state was quiet enough even during the busy time of the year—local folks tended pretty quickly to notice sounds that were out of pla
ce, and I’d been here all my life. But this was the slow, lazy season, and we didn’t get a lot of visitors.
Of course, I’d always been told that it was only right to give strangers the same hospitality as an old friend, so I picked up the bag of feed I’d been carrying and hauled it back to the barn before wiping my brow and heading down to the my truck. It was awfully hot this time of summer, and even the cut-off denim shorts that left most of my legs bare and the rolled-up flannel shirt half-unbuttoned didn’t help to do much more than let more of my skin get tanned.
Even though Ma and Pa weren’t around anymore, I still held onto everything they’d taught me growing up. If all those lessons about treating folks kindly and working together were what made my parents run our farm so happily when they were alive, well, they’d darn sure be good enough for me to do the same.
I was a sturdy gal, after all. Just turned twenty, and I’d never even really needed the help the rest of our little county offered after my sister and I ended up on our own. There were offers all the time, mostly from guys I’d known since I was a toddler, telling me they’d be more than happy to lend a hand.
But I was determined to do this on my own.
I don’t know if it was just something I had to prove to myself, or to my Ma and Pa in Heaven.
I brushed some of the curly blonde hair out of my face as I felt my cheeks get hot at the thought of my flighty sister. We’d been left with nothing but each other and this farm, and the moment she turned eighteen, she up and ran off to the big city to do who-knows-what with her savings.
But good riddance, I thought bitterly, she was never much help around here anyway.
Putting a foot up on the metal step, I hoisted myself up into my truck after making sure I’d brought my tools with me, and a moment later, I was pulling out onto the dirt road, driving with a setting summer sun in my eyes.
I glanced at myself in my rear-view mirror to see my own face, framed with my mother’s unbelievably thick and curly locks, and my father’s chestnut eyes, as well as his smattering of freckles across the nose. Sure, I wasn’t too tall, but long hours tending to the farm all on my own left me pretty well-toned. I liked to think I had legs that could kill, but there wasn’t really anybody around to see them, so they weren’t doing me a whole lot of good beyond running me back and forth on the farm.