Fertile Farms Bundle: 20 Erotic Farm Girl Collection

She barely even registered when he reached out, and moved to undo her bra, his strong hands and his animal lust for her leading to him breaking the garment, letting her thick tits spill out across her chest. Though that only exposed a deep growl from him.

“Fuck Amy, I take it back,” he said, and cupped one of her exposed breasts, squeezed and fondled it. “You’re even hotter than your ma ever was,” he said right before he lunged in and wrapped his lips about one of her engorged teats, licked at her pale pink nipple and areola in his hunger.

She squealed, loudly, her spine arching and her body betraying her as it pushed that hefty flesh towards him eagerly.

It was a surreal sensation, and her body was exploding with such desire and lust, even as she tried to fight against it. She didn’t know what had happened with the Father, hadn’t had time to contemplate it, but this was wholly different.

Her body squirmed against him as her nipple stiffened against his eager tongue, that stiff peak pressed to his wet muscle.

Yet, had it not been for the Father introducing her to carnal things, she’d likely not have reacted at all as she did. Would have found the surprise and shock within her to pull away. Instead, Mr. Kerny had her beneath him and ravaged her soft, supple flesh with his needy hands and hungry mouth.

She could even feel that thick, throbbing dick of his bump against her inner thigh as she lifted it up, feel it nudge to her lower stomach and smear his slick, precum over her skin as he suckled at her thick breast.

She flushed so brightly at the sensation of pleasure as it kept shooting through her, unbidden, and she tried to shift away, but she didn’t want him to let her.

Her bare foot pressed against the blanket, as if she could somehow stand with his bulk atop her, but she knew it was fruitless.

More than that, she wanted it to be fruitless.

There was some part of her that had been awoken earlier that day, some carnal part of her mind and body that longed for a man’s touch.

The Father had taken her for God, but Mr. Kerny? He’d take her for who she was. Pure and simple. That should have bothered her more, but it only made it sweeter. He lusted for her without question, longed to have her.

He squeezed her tighter, kept her pinned there as he pulled his mouth back off her tit, leaving it to jiggle as he looked her over.

“I need you right now,” he said, pushing down his pants another couple of inches, to let his thick balls spill out as well before taking hold of her two legs, and spreading their smooth flesh wide before him. “I need to feel you around me, Amy,” he husked roughly.

She was helpless against him, her body so yielding as those soft thighs were pried apart and that puffy pink sex was unveiled. She looked up at the heavens and wondered what she was to do, but there was only silence, her sexual excitement having numbed her brain.

Her school skirt still flipped up around her stomach she looked down her body at him, terror and desire mixed in her expression.

“We shouldn’t be doing this,” she protested.

He kissed her, silenced her protests with his mouth as he brought his heavy bulk down upon her once more, that thick, pulsating shaft throbbing against her cunt as he ground his hips against her. A low, vibrating moan travelled through his throat and across to her mouth as he felt the slick moisture of her quim.

When he broke their lips apart he quickly kissed her again then said:

“Nobody’ll know,” and he prodded his thick cock to her cunt, slowly began to squeeze its girth into her recently deflowered pussy. It was a slow motion, taking time to stretch her little flower around his raw, hard cock, but he was intent on making it happen, and his hard, pecs and abs tensed with the motions as he gripped the base of his dick, pushing himself into her with a low, lewd moan.

Her eyes widened, as if she had no way to stop it and she were simply watching it happen from the outside.

But oh, her body sang as it sunk into the blanket, her eyes fluttering closed as he began to impale her. She was still sore, but soaking wet, and it let him ease that thick cock into her so much more easily.

The innocent, naive woman taken by her childhood crush, and writhing beneath him in pleasure.

Mr. Kerny filled her up in a way that the Father couldn’t have. He sank to her utmost depths and let loose such a deep, satisfied moan, so hard and masculine. He throbbed inside of her, the vein-bulging shaft stretching her further as he savoured that tight clench of hers for a while.

“Oh Amy,” he moaned, “just like yer ma…”

Then without further delay, he tugged back those rock hard hips of his and pulled his dick back. She was wrapped so tautly about his girth she felt like he might tug her insides out with him, but instead it just felt so intensely good, and soon he was pumping into her, his beastly lust building him to a quicker rate promptly.

Her thighs were still pressed back in his hands, the soft flesh and flexible limbs held taut as her eyes rolled back in her head.

She was filled with such an intense mix of sensations and emotions, but most of all, there was desire. Need. The way he made her feel...

The Father had awoken something in her, and Mr. Kerny was only giving it more steam. She couldn’t restrain the peppered moans and the little cries as he rut into her so crassly on the banks of the river.

As his brutish rutting grew faster, harder, her thick tits swayed atop her chest, rippling with each impact of his hard body. Those bulging pecs and abs of his twitched with the motions of his muscles, and he shuddered over her, such a big, strong man brought to such a quiver by the power of her soft, feminine body.