Fertile Farms Bundle: 20 Erotic Farm Girl Collection

She turned and looked over her shoulder, spreading her legs as wide as the jean shorts around her ankles would allow, her brows furrowed. Anyone could walk in and see her. How long had it been since she entered? When would the librarian return from lunch? What if one of her old classmates walked in?

What if they joined in?

That was the thought that made her heart throb, and her eyes flutter shut.

She’d definitely changed. Maybe for the better.

She saw over her shoulder as Mr. Templeton undid his jeans and tugged them open. He reached in and pulled out that thing she now knew to crave. His hard, throbbing cock.

“Time for you to take it like the good girl you are, Brittany,” he said, giving her thick ass cheek a playful smack, before teasing his length along her glistening wet slit. He didn’t waste too much time though, before he began to press inside her, stretching her slick hole around his manhood as he gave a deep, husky moan. A final thrust lodging hims

elf inside her fully.

She was already so wet from earlier that even as large as he was, even in the somewhat awkward position, she was able to take him deep on the first thrust. Her breath held in her chest, her entire body burning with lust, and she pressed her juicy ass against him, her body contorting with pleasure as she held onto the shelves for balance.

He was so much taller, he had to bend his knees a bit as he had her bent her, one hand on her waist, the other on her breast as he supported her. That thick shaft pulsating inside her, almost like she could feel very thick, bulging vein as her own favourite teacher took her amid the books.

“Fuuuck yes,” he husked as he pulled back, feeling her clinging, wet vulva cling to his member, then thrust back into her with a soft clap to her ass. “Perfect little pussy, such a good girl…” he growled.

“Did you think about this in class?”

The words escaped her mouth before she could even process them. Before she could wonder where the thought came from.

But as they hung between them, and she felt his cock throb in her tight little pussy, she couldn’t help but let out a little moan. She’d never fantasized about this. About him.

Now she wish she had.

“You’re the hottest woman in town… in the state,” he grunted, grasping her tighter as he began to thrust into her deeper, harder, faster. The smacks of their bodies, of her thick ass against his groin and thighs, getting louder as he took her with more passion and intensity.

“Of course I did,” he admitted at last, his cum-laden balls smacking heavily to her clit as he took her against the bookshelf.

Blood rushed through her body, throbbing in her clit, in the space between her ears, blocking everything out but the sensation of his body on hers. In hers.

Her glossy lips dropped open as she pushed against him, swept up in the moment, pinned between her teacher and the romance section of the library. Anyone could catch them. Anyone could see what a slut she was becoming.

What a temptress she was, turning all these men so bad.

And in a moment, all her fantasy about being caught… became reality.

Her eye lashes fluttered open to see to her left, standing there, one of her old classmates. A bookish but handsome young man, her own age, staring in shock at them both from behind his glasses. All while their teacher grasped her hips and one heavy breast, pumping away with such intense desire.

Was she hallucinating?

It wouldn’t be the oddest thing to happen to her today. Perhaps it was all a dream. Just a strange, odd dream that lasted so long and felt so real.

“Ah! Ah!” she moaned out with each thrust of her teacher’s cock, her mind abandoning language. She couldn’t even push back enough to point.

Her brows furrowed in the center, her face tightened with concern and fear and apology, even as that little bud between her legs began to spark and spread warmth throughout her body. Her eyes fluttered closed as the sensation overtook her, the pleasure too much to fight against. Her pussy tightened around her teacher’s cock as she began to tremble and shake, her knees weakening.

“Ohhhh f-fuck, Brittany--!” her teacher choked out, struggling against that tight clench of her pussy, holding her up as she squeezed out all resistance from him and sent him plummeting over that edge into bliss against his desires. No force could hold him back against the milking squeeze of her climaxing cunt, and he shoved himself in deep and let loose such thick, virile loads of seed, bucking against her, as they became two wild messes in the bookstacks.

And they were lost to all, until her old classmate spoke up in their post-coital haze.

“I won’t tell…” he said, clearing his throat. “If you let me go next.”

She didn’t want to open her eyes. She didn’t want to face the truth, that she’d been caught. That she liked knowing someone was watching her.

It could upset her entire life. Everything she held dear.