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This 25,700-word bundle contains Breeding Her Husband with
the Babysitter, Breeding Her Husband with the Babysitter’s Friend, and Breeding
Her Husband with the Babysitter 3: Fertile Again.
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Breeding Her Husband with the Babysitter
After the neighbor's daughter is kicked out of her parents’
house, the Valentines are happy to bring her in as though she were their own
daughter. After all, she had babysat
their visiting relatives for them for years.
But while the wealthy Valentines dote on young Kaylee and seem to lack
for nothing, Mrs. Valentine's inability to conceive has her plotting. How will the innocent teen handle the rough
advances of Mr. Valentine, and will she be prepared for the ultimate demand the
loving couple intends to make?
Warning: This 7600-word story contains a young teen girl in
distress, a welcoming married couple, hot and messy oral sex in the shower, a
sizzling threeway, reluctant breeding, and impregnation. Adults only!
Breeding Her Husband with the Babysitter’s Friend
After Kaylee was kicked out of her parents’ house, the
wealthy Valentines took her in like their own daughter. But Mrs. Valentine asked the teen for
something special in return: to carry her husband’s baby. Many passionate weeks later, her belly was
swelling with Mr. Valentine’s seed.
But the loving Valentines want more than one child--and they
want them soon. The hunt falls to
Kaylee, who now finds herself replaying her own taboo seduction from the other
side. But will this new virgin teenager
give in to the temptations of the Valentines’ sizzling ménage and allow herself
to be deflowered and bred?
Warning: This 7200-word story contains a pregnant young girl
in a loving ménage relationship, pregnant sex, the seduction of a shy teenager,
hot and messy oral sex in the kitchen, a sizzling foursome, reluctant
defloration and breeding, and virgin impregnation. Adults only!
Breeding Her Husband with the Babysitter 3: Fertile Again
Kaylee never imagined that by
nineteen years old she would be a content breastfeeding mother. But a matter of months after giving birth
Kaylee is finding that she’s hornier than ever.
Then Vincent, Mr. Valentine’s
brother, came to visit.
Wealthy, roguishly attractive, and
twice her age, she can’t take her eyes off the brother of her child’s
father. And to make matters worse,
Vincent wants a child of his own—and Kaylee is the perfect little teen to bear
his child for him.
As handsome as Vincent is, Kaylee
isn’t ready to carry another man’s child, especially not so soon after her
first. Can the Valentines make Kaylee
remember how much she loved being impregnated, or will Vincent have to take
what he wants more roughly than the inexperienced girl is used to?
Free excerpts from each book:
“Are you enjoying your stay with us, Kaylee?” he said,
drawing closer. Her nose was filled with
the clean smell of soap from his still-dripping body. Is this
really happening? she thought, bewildered.
She was incredibly aware of how close to naked she was, wearing only one
of the tiny thongs Mrs. Valentine had picked out with her. She debated covering her perky chest, but
didn’t want to draw attention to it, either.
“Umm, it’s…good.”
Kaylee glanced down to see that his cock was thick and hard now, barely
an inch from brushing her bare stomach. “It’s so long…I mean, it’s been so long. Since I’ve seen you guys, I mean.” Her cheeks were on fire. She could tell her nipples were hardening and
her pussy was growing wetter by the second.
“It’s…uh…I really should be going, Mr. Valentine,” she said quickly.
Before she could take a step toward the door behind
her, Bruce’s two strong hands reached behind her and gripped her tiny ass,
enveloping it completely and pulling her close.
“But weren’t you going to take a shower, Kaylee?” Her heart pounded in her chest. He was leaning in close to her now, his cock
hot and pulsing against her bare skin.
She felt her pussy tighten with need at his touch, his wide grip
spreading her tiny ass cheeks apart. The
feel of his dick against her stomach was the most distracting thing she’d ever
felt.
“Well…yes. I
mean, no! Just lotion. I can come back!”
He looked down at her with a mixture of fatherly care
and carnal lust. “Nonsense. Let’s get you clean.”
Kaylee’s mind was racing. ‘Let’s’?!?
she thought nervously. Mr. Valentine
slipped his fingers into her thong and slipped it down past her knees in one
quick motion, making Kaylee’s breath intake sharply. Placing his hand on the small of her back, he
led her gently toward the shower.
Kaylee stepped into the shower with Mr. Valentine as
if in a dream. The water came down warm
and pleasant against her skin. She
watched as Mr. Valentine, this gorgeous, fatherly man, squeezed far too much
soap into his hands and rubbed it into a thick lather. “Turn around,” he whispered, his deep voice
sending a shiver down Kaylee’s spine.
I knew that I should go—if Emily saw me here, it might scare her off for good. But I couldn’t stop now. Seeing the two of them together was just far too hot for me to head back upstairs to my lonely bathroom.
Mr. Valentine finally broke their kiss. He wrapped his strong hands around Emily’s tiny waist and lifted her effortlessly up, setting her gently on the edge of the counter. Emily looked scared but incredibly aroused. Her nipples were hard and stuck out from her exposed chest like twin peaks. “Mr. Valentine, we shouldn’t be doing this...should we?” she said meekly. “I mean, what if...what if someone sees us?”
Tammy put her hands on Vincent’s chest and gently
pushed out of his grasp. “Not bored at
all. After all, we’re just a couple
stay-at-home moms, right Kaylee?” She
looked over at me and winked again. I
just swallowed and nodded, still too confused with my own emotions to trust
talking. “I was really just wondering if
we should order some drinks from that bar downstairs.”
Vincent’s eyes lit up.
“Ah, now that’s a great idea,
my beautiful sister-in-law.” A shiver
went down my spine when he called her that—a reminder that the obvious energy
between them was bordering on taboo.
“We
can just have the concierge send some—”
“No no,” Tammy interrupted him, stepping away and
walking back toward the door I was still standing next to. “I think I’ll just head down and get them
myself.” As she walked past me she let
her hand trail over my upper thigh, drawing my skirt up with it. “Have fun, sweetheart. I’ll be back in a while,” she whispered as
she strolled past.
“Wait, Tammy! I
don’t—” I hissed, trying to follow her.
But she just smiled and shook her head, swiftly closing the door after
her. There was no way to follow after
her without making a scene, and I could feel
Vincent’s presence several paces
behind me, strong and waiting. On the
other side of the door I heard the elevator slide open, then close softly
again.
I felt trapped.
And then he was behind me, his heavy hand on my small
shoulder. “Did you want to go with her?”
he asked. I turned around and looked up
into those ocean-blue eyes, and he looked back at me with genuine concern.
