Page 55 of Breeding Clinic

“Oops,” she says. “These things are hard to aim.”

Abandoning my cannon, I go to her section to help her. “The gun’s heavy. Let me help. What do you want to hit?”

“The school bus.”

I help her load and aim the heavy cannon, letting her do the fine adjustments while I keep it roughly aimed in the right direction. Her ass is pressed against my front. I don’t actually need to stand this close, but I’ll be damned if I don’t take advantage of the excuse to rub my pheromones all over her. My cock is at half mast. It hasn’t gone down since I saw her lick sugar off her thumb.

Once she’s satisfied with the angle, she pulls the trigger. The cannonthunksand her apple hits the bus, exploding into vaporized bits of apple.

“Yeah!” She does a fist pump that makes me grin. “Let’s try that big milk can next.”

Gabriel and Matthew finish before we do and join us to watch as Kat shoots apple after apple until they’re all gone.

“Why is that so satisfying?” she asks.

The sun is setting and the crowds have thinned by the time we finish. The families with young kids are mostly gone or leaving. Only a few couples and packs remain. My eyes travel across the field. I spot the corn maze and grin. “Want to do the maze?”

“Hell yeah,” she agrees easily.

Gabriel and Matthew give me knowing looks. They’re remembering the last time we came to a fall-themed orchard. When they got on their knees and took turns sucking me off in a dead end.

I buy the map from another teenager and fold it up, putting it in my back pocket. We disappear inside, swallowed quickly by the tall green stalks. The maze is huge. There’s a small one by the kid area for the young ones. This is the big one they’ll fill with costumed actors next month.

Solar powered lamps flick on as the corn maze grows darker. Spookier. Now that the sun has set, it’s getting cooler. Kat still smells like dirty cookies that are begging to be covered in cream. We let her lead, following her navigation blindly. Solving the maze doesn’t matter. That’s not why we came in here.

“We’ve passed that scarecrow before,” she says, looking around. Kat leaves the scarecrow and comes up to me. “That’s three dead ends this way. Do you have the map?”

The maze is harder in the twilight. It’s also perfect for our needs. “I do. But we don’t need to hurry.” I palm her ass, squeezing it through her jeans. Fucking jeans. I wish she’d worn one of her cute sundresses. But it doesn’t matter. I can still pull them down and fuck her.

“We don’t?” she asks, stiffening for a second before melting against me.

“They don’t close till nine.” I thank my lucky stars for their brewery. Some people travel far to get here for their famous hard ciders and themed ales. I squeeze her other ass cheek through her pants, then switch to her front. She shifts her feet apart in the dirt and I push my hand between her legs. Trace the seam of her jeans.

Her hips tilt, rubbing her clothed pussy harder against my hand. “How much time do we have?” she asks.

I move to the button on her jeans and tug it open. Slide the zipper down. They’re stretchier than I thought, with triangles of expanding fabric by the side seam. I push them down her hips and wiggle her panties down with them.

“Enough for this.”

When I cup her pussy, she’s already slick for me. My finger slips between her labia, gliding through her wetness. She loves it. The thrill of us taking her in public. The risk of getting caught.

This omega’s gonna be the death of me. Or the reason I end up in jail. Her sweetness inspires me to do lewd things with her.

“You like that, kitten?” I ask, working a finger up inside her. She’s soaked. I add another finger, pumping until she squelches. Her pussy swells in my hand. Plump with arousal, her clit swollen and begging for petting.

“Yes,” she whispers.

A group of people chatter not too far from us. All that separates us is a few rows of corn. With all the twists and turns, we won’t see someone coming before they’re on us. I need to listen for them instead.

“Can you be a good girl and stay quiet, or do you need Gabriel to keep your mouth busy?”

Kat whimpers and rides my hand, gripping onto my shirt for stability. “I need him.”

I pull my hand free, ignoring her frustrated whimper. “Then get on your knees.”

She gets down on her knees so fast that all the blood rushes to my cock and my head spins. It’s a beautiful sight. My pregnant omega kneeling at my feet.

Gabriel kneels before her, his hands working on his belt. Kathelps him, pulls his cock free, then leans down and swallows his cock. I circle around behind her, kneeling in the dirt. Grab the rolled edge of her pants and twisted panties and work them down her thighs until her beautiful ass and pussy are exposed.

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