“Amy,” he moaned her name aloud again, his heavy balls smacking against her ass as he thrust harder, filling her completely as he took her legs and wrapped them about his tanned waist. “I want you so bad, sweetie,” he husked.
His words, his voice, they both sent a thrill through her body, her affection for him reignited by his passionate embrace. Her arms worked their way up and around him, hugging her chest to his as her breath came out in little pants and whimpers.
She scarcely felt like she could have pulled herself away from that situation, but once he was inside of
her, pumping his thick manhood with such precision, she couldn’t have imagined ever wanting to end it.
Even with her ass and cunny still smarting, and his thrusts doing nothing to alleviate that, he felt so damn good.
Mr. Kerny wrapped his arm about her waist, pulled her up off the ground just a little, held her there, her breasts mashed to his chest as he pumped, angling her body just right so…
She could never have fathomed such a feeling. So intense! So unlike anything she’d ever experienced, it made her feel like putty in his hands the way he took her. So much more expert than the Father had been with his intent to exact penance.
She was confused, bewildered by what was happening to her, but she wanted for more. Craved him, even as it hurt, as it felt so wonderful.
Her breathing was shorter, choppier, gulps of air into her lungs as she whimpered. Her large breasts were flattened to his chest, her head tilted back in the throes of ecstasy. Her mouth trembled and she pressed it to his, silencing her lewd sounds.
He groaned hard, his chest rumbled and she could feel his dick swell within her, straining her little cunny as he fucked her so hard and fast. He was a big, meaty powerhouse of solid muscle, a lifetime of hard labour bulking him up into such an immense man.
He struck at her just right, even as she could feel him tensing up, getting closer to his own release, a feeling she was fast growing intimate with despite her newly lost naivety.
“Cum on my cock like a good lil’ girl,” he roared in command to her as their lips broke apart again. “Cover my dick in your lil’ girl juices!” the beast in him demanded.
His crass words were jarring to her, but they called to her flesh as she ground against him so wantonly, nature taking over her body. Her lungs gasped for air and she felt her limbs tense as her nerves coiled within her.
It was as if her pussy knew what he wanted her to do, and it throbbed more aggressively and her eyes flew wide as she felt the waves of pleasure crash over her.
Then as he felt that tensing and squeezing of her pussy around him, his eyes shut tight and he let loose a deep, strained groan as he throbbed inside of her, swelling up until he was following her into bliss. His thick cock shooting its rich, creamy seed deep into her, splattering the entrance to her womb with that virile pearly essence as he let loose such a loud roar of satisfaction.
She whined at the intense sensations as it made her toes curl, her limbs stiffen and body tighten as she came atop his cock. Her juices flowed down upon his member, mingling with his seed as he filled her so fully.
“Ohh,” she panted out, her voice warbling and hoarse.
Through the tumult of their climax, he had lifted her off the ground entirely, held her in his arms and bounced her atop his thick cock. Only slowly did she come to a halt, her skirt bouncing up, revealing her bare ass as he pumped her full and felt that warm fluid run down to his balls.
As they slowly halted, he leaned in, kissed her passionately, again, then again, squeezing her to his hard chest all the while.
She trembled against him, filled with so many emotions as she tried to catch her breath, to regain her senses and understand the implications of what she’d just done before simply letting them slip away.
Instead she simply basked in the afterglow, her mind so wondrously blank.
Mr. Kerny wrapped both arms about her snugly, clasped both of her full ass cheeks in each palm, and pulled her up and down his shaft those last few times, milking the very last spurts of cum from his dick into her fertile depths until he finally stopped.
He lowered her down, rested her gently to the blanket as he bent over her, giving her a few soft kisses.
“Thank you, beautiful,” he husked in a raw, hard voice. “Bein’ with such a gorgeous sweetheart reminds me of old times,” he said with a smile, his eyes heavily lidded as he slowly pulled his length from her, that long, glistening dick leaving her pussy gaping and drooling his seed.
She was so exhausted, her body worn and tired, but she wouldn’t pull away from him. He felt so tender and safe, his strong arms holding her so gingerly, and she was afraid that if he let her go, she’d simply float away on a gust of wind.
She gnawed her lip as she looked at him, her blue eyes lidded as she tried to hide her soft smile, her breath slowly returning to normal.
“You’re welcome, Mr. Kerny.”
He kissed her again, then again, the two of them making out on the blanket in the warm sun, all memories of the morning chill long gone as Mr. Kerny’s large body pressed upon her once more.
At long last, he got up off her, kissed his way down her chest to her belly and rose up.
“Here,” he said, taking her skirt off her, “we should clean you up.” And with that he simply lifted her nude form up and carried her back into the river.