Fertile Farms Bundle: 20 Erotic Farm Girl Collection

The look on his face, the sound of his pleasured voice, it all made sucking his dick such a delight for her. The salty little spurt upon her tongue as he guided her back off his dick was an added treat.

“Okay, careful,” he said, peeling her lips from his throbbing dick. “Not yet,” he said, breathing heavily in his fancy brown suit, ready for the first day of classes.

“Get up,” he instructed her, taking her hands and helping pull her to her feet in her high heeled shoes. He took his time, looking her over in her short skirt, her blouse strained not only by her pregnant belly but her thick breasts, all the more full from the milk that was engourging them.

“Damn you are so incredibly beautiful like this,” he said so sincerely.

She blushed at his compliment, never tiring of his sweet words, his delicate touches. She was so passionately, blissfully in love with him, and she leaned in and up to press her lips to his, tasting his mouth with her tongue.

Her fingers pet down her skirt, running out any of the little wrinkles as she looked up at him, her brown hair pulled back into a high ponytail that she thought made her look professional. It also gave him a little bit of a leash, should he want it, and that worked well for the innocent woman turned debauched slut.

“I dunno if I’ll be able to resist from keeping you in this state from now on,” he remarked, his arms reaching out around her, one cradling her belly, the other her ass, fondling those supple cheeks. “Maybe I’ll keep you knocked up from here on out,” he said sweetly, letting his hand round the curve of her belly to softly knead her swollen breasts, the mounds fleshy and tender from being so full.

She’d been curious, since that first day, if rumours of how she’d gotten the job had touched him, if he knew of her promiscuity, but it never came up.

She wasn’t certain how he’d have reacted, but she was so tender hearted towards him, filled with such affection and attentiveness that she barely left his side any longer, if she could help it.

And she had to admit, she liked how swollen her breasts looked atop her firm stomach, her body softening in such a supple and womanly fashion.

“Did you do like I told you?” he asked, a smirk upon his face as he reached down, and without waiting for an answer he very slowly raised reached down and raised that skirt, lifting it up to expose her bare little cunny slit. “Perfect,” he said, sliding his hand in between her thighs to rub at her slit softly. “Just like our first time,” he said approvingly, letting one finger slip into that slick little pussy of hers.

She sucked in some air, her body so turned on from pleasing him, from so willingly being his little mouth slut. Her darkened areolas stiffened beneath her tight shirt, her legs spreading a little as his finger delved within her slick, fleshy walls.

“Sir,” she gasped, her eyelashes fluttering downwards.

With his dick still throbbing hard and exposed, he stood up from the edge of his desk and directed her.

“Bend over,” he said firmly. “This load’s for your little pussy, even if it’s already too late to plant another seed there,” he said, smiling at her wryly as he guided her hands to the edge of his desk, positioning her just as he wanted her, those heels helping push her ass and cunt up to just the right height for him.

He got around behind her, lifted her skirt to expose her ass, that little pussy.

“So damn fine,” he muttered.

Her hands clasped her former teacher’s desk, holding herself aloft as her swollen pussy was presented to him. It was slightly darker, both with her need, and from her pregnancy, and was glossy with her juices.

She looked over her shoulder at him, that ponytail whipping along her face.

“I need you, Sir,” she pleaded, pushing her ass and cunny closer to him. “Take me.”

“I know,” he said simply, reaching out and grasping her ponytail, wrapping it about his hand as he sank his dick into that little pussy. It was still so tight, and wrapped deliciously about his dick as he began to pump his cock into her. His pace more careful and slow with her belly so fully of child.

“There you go,” he said in a deep, throaty groan, followed by a loud sigh of pleasure. “You feel so damn good,” he mutters lowly.

She squealed a little as he went in so deep, plumbing her depths with such angled precision as she wiggled her soft ass against

his hips.

He always felt so good. She never tired of the feel of his body against hers, of the way he made her sing out.

Her cries were warbled by the way he tugged her head back slightly, but she enjoyed that too. The little prickle of her scalp, the way he claimed her as his. And she so desperately wanted to be his. All of her childhood fantasies had come true, and she was still so utterly thankful.

Mr. Muran — as she still thought of him — pumped into her, smacking his groin to her ass as they fucked against his desk. His balls swung up pendulously to smack against her clit and mons, and he tugged back on her hair, keeping a tight reign on her.

“Your first task as— as teacher’s assistant,” he began, panting and finding his words interrupted by the pleasured moans, “is to get me off… before class starts.” He licked his lips and gave her ass a smack of his palm, “Better hurry. They’ll be gettin’ here before long, miss Amy.”

And even though she knew he was having her on, trying to entice her, she responded as if it were more than mere words, but an earnest warning. Her ass slapped against his hips as she gasped and gulped for air, her breasts rocking and the tender mounds aching with each thrust. Yet the ache only caused those darkening nipples to harden as she tightened her cunny around his thigh cock.

Her little squeeze did just the trick, it made him moan aloud, filling the room with the sounds of his pleasure. He didn’t have much more left in him, he couldn’t have; Amy had been sucking him off for some time. Toying with his balls upon her tongue, suckling on his prick. His cock was sensitive and bound to blow any time.