Fertile Farms Bundle

by Candy Quinn

  She was so pliable against him, submissive to his motions, even as she shrank from his words with uncertainty. Amy’d barely had any time to process what had happened with the priest and Mr. Kerny, but she couldn’t hide her own arousal, her desperate curiosity.

  She stared, watching him as he moved against her and then himself, with such an intense gaze, trying to drink it all in.

  Despite his status as mayor, his pale body was hard and muscular, very lean but cut. His pecs and abs showing prominently, with an obvious indent along his hips down towards his groin. And then when he freed his manhood, that impressive shaft bobbed free, so very stiff and erect for her, criss-crossed with thick veins.

  “You pretty little vixen,” he remarked with a bright smile, so obviously delighting in her as he rests a hand upon her knee and starts to slowly pry her thighs apart. “You could get anything you want with those big tits of yours, and you know it.” He spoke in a velvety voice, looking so entranced with her.

  And Amy was like a deer in headlights, uncertain of what to do, if anything. Her world had been shaken upside down so quickly, her morality left in tatters along with her innocence.

  It was as though once the veil was lifted from her eyes, she couldn’t help but become more enchanted and interested in the world. She’d always been a curious girl, and had grown into an interested and thoughtful woman, and being exposed to so many new sensations and feelings in such a short time was an absolute rush.

  The mayor laid her out upon the banks of the river, splayed her legs open and got in between them. He held his manhood in one hand, and propped himself up by grasping her breast in the other.

  “Ohh, I’ve not had a good fuck since your dear mother left us,” he said as he licked his lips, guiding his dick up and down her slit, toying with her slick cunny, teasing her sensitive clit. She was still a little sore from losing her virginity, from being pounded by Mr. Kerny’s big dick not long before, but still… the excitement and pleasure that rose from her loins was dizzying.

  Her head tilted back and she let out a sound of mewled pleasure, her body to tense as she was posed like a doll. His words flooded her head, dizzying her, and her whimpers grew louder, more passionate.

  She wanted it. Even if she was confused and conflicted, it didn’t stop her interest, the way she craved him. Her lips dropped open as she sucked in a breath, biting down on her lower lip to quiet her little whimpers.

  Once the older man was inside of her everything but their fucking ceased to exist. It was just the throb of his dick inside her tight cunny that mattered, the way her narrow little canal squeezed his shaft and made him moan aloud.

  “Ohhh fuck,” he groaned out, the words so deep and heavy, “you’ve a sweeter little pussy than I even imagined!” He exalted her cunt even as he began to rock his hips, pumping himself into her slowly on the banks of the river. That lean, hard muscle overlooking her twitching and tensing as he moved.

  She cried out, her body so sore and yet it only made the sensations more intense. Both good and bad. She couldn’t silence herself in the face of that as her large breasts rocked against her ribs with each thrust.

  Her legs pressed into his sides, holding him there as she cooed, “Mr. Aaronson,” affectionately.

  His dick pumped into her raw, nothing between her and the older man as he thrust his shaft in deep with each push of his hips. He squeezed and fondled one of her breasts, forcing his eyes open to watch in awe as that big, round tit melded to his touch, until his hunger overcame him and he lunged in for it, licking at her teat with a ravenous desire, suckling upon it as he pumped and thrust.

  She arched her back, shoulders and head digging into the shore as she forced her tit into his mouth, that tongue brushing against her feeling so amazing.

  Her body was on fire, alight with new sensations and she couldn’t help but squirm and writhe beneath him. She was acting every bit the wanton slut, even though she’d been so innocent to a man’s touch until that very day.

  Innocent not only to their touch, but to all things about them. Despite what they’d hinted at about her mother, she’d never so much as touched a boy inappropriately or had one do that to her. She’d had crushes, innocent little crushes, but that was it.

  So to be experiencing the third man in a few hours to be fucking her raw, unprotected and uninhibited was beyond her imagination.

  Yet there he was, the mayor as dashingly handsome as he was, his hard chest on display as his pale, throbbing cock vanished into her cunny, only to pull back out glistening with her honey, again and again.

  “Fuck,” he groaned aloud, his dick swelling inside her, pulsating with desire, “you’re the most beautiful girl in town, and I’ve never felt so damn good before!”

  She was so wet, none of those nerves or hesitations doing anything to weaken her arousal. Her arms went around him, and for those few blissful, wonderful moments, she felt complete. Her worries melted away and was simply left in that carnal embrace, her body grinding into him so lewdly.

  It was as though it responded of its own accord, that sweet clench of her pussy, the hardening of her nipple, all completely out of her control. Her purred moans filled the warm, spring air as her legs latched onto him, tugging him inwards.

  In so little time, three strong, older men had awoken her desires, and the latest one reaped the greater reward. Pistoning his cock into her with such passion, feeling her legs tug him in and urge him on as his balls slapped noisily to her ass.

  The lake was theirs, their pants and moans carrying across its waters as they rut noisily. He was captivated with her, tugging upon her nipple, suckling away before he tugged back and let that elastic teat snap into place.

  His eyes trained back upon her chest, watching those thick tits circle and jiggle as he thrust harder, and harder.

  Her head was spinning, dizzy with lust as she cried out, again and again, craving more. She was so much lewder about it, even as she tried to keep biting down on her lip, silencing her moans. But it was harder to calm those delightful sounds when he hit against her just so and made her cunny sing.

  Mr. Aaronson’s chest developed a light sheen of perspiration, that hard muscle gleaming in the midday light that reflected off the lake. He tensed and quivered, pounding her cunt as he clearly barreled towards release himself.

  “Fuck! I’m gonna cum in you,” he blurted out, his silver hair a little tousled by his fevered rutting, only making him look better to Amy’s eyes however. And despite the tension in his body, it made him strike into her so deliciously right.

  She still didn’t have a great grasp of what that meant, but the way he hammered into her was perfect, so she didn’t care. He could do whatever he wanted to her, that warm flood of blood thrumming against the surface of her skin and making her cheeks redden.

  It was embarrassing to enjoy what he was doing so much, for she felt like it should be bad and wrong, but it felt so damned good.

  When he shook atop her almost violently, and gave a long, strained moan, it was sweet bliss. The delightful pinnacle of their time together as his dick twitched inside her and then spewed his rich seed up into her fertile depths.

  She didn’t grasp the repercussions of it all, she just knew how good it felt — for herself and him — and the way he looked so beautifully pleased. And then, how he struck inside her cunny just right so that he brought her over the edge along with him at the exact same moment!

  Her head was thrown back as her back arched, shoulders lifting off the beach as that powerful sensation jolted through her. Her pussy clenched and vibrated against his cock, her throat warbling so beautifully as her senses exploded.

  It was an explosive, dizzying moment and she couldn’t even be sure of how long it lasted, she only knew when it ended, he was panting atop her, fondling her large breasts and kissing at her neck and shoulder. She could feel the thick, creamy slickness of all his seed dribbling out of her cunt, for though the mayor wasn’t as big as Mr. Kerny by any measure, he’d m
ade an incredible mess of her quim.

  “You’re an incredible young woman,” he said, breathing heavily, looking down at her with such bedroom eyes even after he’d gotten his rocks off.

  She blushed, her eyes darting to the side in embarrassment at his compliment. He could do such lewd things with her, to her, and yet his words were the things that most made her belly flip. She smiled, his weight rested upon her as she took in panted breaths, trying to come back to reality.

  “Mr. Aaronson,” she said softly, reaching to try to push her school skirt down as if that would hide the creamy mess of his leavings between her thighs.

  “Oh, so bashful,” he said, sounding delighted by her. “So scandalous, yet still blushing adorably,” he remarked, reaching up to stroke her cheek tenderly, he leaned in and gave the corners of her lip a kiss before he pulled out, leaving her dribbling such a thick mess.

  “Do you know how to clean a man up proper, Amy dear?” he asked, reclining back onto one arm, his still stiffened shaft glistening with a mix of her honey and some smears of his creamy spunk.

  And she had an inkling of an idea. To clean his tool, as the Father had said to her in the parish. Yet the reminder of what she’d done, of the taste... It still lingered in her mouth and she felt herself blush brighter.

  But instinctually she licked her lips, even as she looked away bashfully.

  “Come on,” he beckoned her, reaching out to stroke her hair. “Not nice of you to entice a man, make a mess of him and leave him sullied,” he said, as if it was all her fault, and that mess about his dick was her doing. The tug at her hair added to the importance of that task.

  Her braid was coiled about his fist and she couldn’t do anything to resist, even if she wanted to. He stripped her of choice and let her simply do what felt right, without worrying about how it made her seem.

  Her mouth parted as she got on hands and knees, her mouth drawn to that male organ, tongue pressed to the lower row of her teeth as she looked up at him with those bright, blue eyes. She wanted to see if she was doing what he expected.

  “That a girl,” he said encouragingly, holding her long, braided ponytail like a leash. He watched as her mouth and tongue met his organ, and he gave a low, rumbling moan in appreciation. “I knew you wouldn’t disappoint,” he said, his hard chest rising and falling before her, drawing the eye to his etched muscles.

  She tasted her own tang, mixed with his muskier seed, and closed her mouth about it and let her bright blue eyes flutter closed. She let herself experience him, instead, through touch and taste, her tongue trailing along his crown in curious exploration.

  He reclined back, lounging up on his folded arm as he watched her work at his cock, that rigid pole twitching against her mouth and tongue, losing none of its hardness as she worked it. The sight of her bent over him, those ripe tits dangling as she suckled his manhood kept the older man rock solid as he watched, spurting some more of his precum into her mouth.

  “Either you’re a natural cocksucking whore, or you’ve been practicing, sweet Amy,” he remarked to her with a deep, moaning voice.

  She made a soft noise, muffled by the flesh of his cock, and her lower lip pressed against him wetly as her tongue darted upwards. She followed the taste, licking him like a lollipop and finding the little hints of flavour as she held him upright with her hand.

  Mr. Aaronson twitched at her oral ministrations, wrapping her braided ponytail around his fist to tug her in closer, pull her down around his dick further. He reached his free hand out to pet her cheek and feel the bulge there from his manhood inside her mouth.

  “Ohhh Amy,” he said aloud, his words all deep and pleasure-laced, “you’re a sweet girl. When you’re working at the school, you’ll have to make sure to pop by the town hall and see me now and then. I’ve got all kinds of things I’d like to do with a natural slut like you,” he declared so casually.

  His words electrified her body, making her writhe as her tongue whorled along the underside of his shaft. He was clean and free from the fluids that she was supposed to gather, but he kept tugging her in and so she didn’t stop.

  Her wet muscle traced along the veins, feeling them out as they throbbed against her kittenish tongue, her eyes fluttering at his words.

  Mr. Aaronson groaned loud and lewdly in time with a thick, throbbing in his cock that stretched her mouth open wider. He was relishing the oral affections so deeply, every little flick or lash of her tongue eliciting a vocal response from the dashing older man.

  “You can come sit in my lap in my office,” he said in that deep, throaty voice, so peppered with pleasure, “pull out your tits and show your appreciation for your new job. And I’ll suck those beauties until you’re sore,” he declared.

  Her nipples responded right away, hardening so tight and aching for his mouth, even as her body flushed with shame at the natural response.

  Her pussy throbbed and her hands went to his thighs, holding herself there as he guided her movements with her braid.

  Her lips were full and flushed from the friction, and she teased some of his flesh into her mouth before letting it go with a pop.

  Mr. Aaronson groaned aloud at that, and his lean, hard chest heaved and undulated.

  “Clean the balls now too, girl,” he bid her, watching with such relish as those two, ripe tits dangled down, capped with such hard nipples. “You can’t half-ass a cock-cleaning, you know? You’ve got to gently lick and suckle that nutsac.”

  Her eyes opened, looking up at him with such confusion, his cock lodged in her mouth. She swiped against his flesh again before he dragged her head up off his member, leaving her lips glistening and full.

  “What?” she asked, breathlessly.

  His brows furrowed, and he looked confused that she didn’t get it.

  “Down here, girl,” he said, reaching down and cupping his two balls as he head her down, directing her mouth to them. “Lick and suck, but do so very gently,” he guided her to them. “You can handle that like a good little girl, can’t you?” he asked, brow raised in challenge at her.

  She swallowed, her eyes still upon him, his cock throbbing gently and hindering her gaze as she was so near his loins. Her tongue poked out, curiously, and ran along the textured flesh, surprised at how it responded. It wasn’t firm and hard like his cock, but gave against her mouth, and she had to press herself into it more lewdly.

  His reaction wasn’t quite the same as when she suckled his cock, but it was a definite positive. He tugged at her braided ponytail again, pulling her into his groin as he shivered with delight.

  “That’s it,” he said lowly, “that a girl.”

  She found that flavour once more, hunting it down with her tongue, her lips, her mouth, devouring him with such hungry excitement. The flesh gave to her and she chased it, her nose pressed to his skin, his cock resting against her cheek as she so ravenously cleaned him.

  The mayor moaned in delight, and his dick throbbed excitedly, smacking against her face with a wet thud.

  “Come on, just a lil’ more…” he beckoned her lustfully, absolutely ravenous for the sight of her slathering over his balls, his dick pressed to her pretty, youthful face as she worked his organ.

  The older gentleman was turned depraved with his lust for her, she realized, his features usually so warm and serious looking simply lascivious as he watched her work his cock and balls. His shaft spurt a little precum against her face.

  She made a soft sound that hummed through his textured sac, eyes shutting once more. She couldn’t look at him any longer, with such dark intents in his gaze. Yet never did she still the licking of her tongue, feeling him out wetly. Every time he encouraged her, she worked a little bit harder until she was sucking his sac in between her lips, tongue running along it.

  He was fast reaching his limits however, and he brought his free hand from her to his dick. As she licked and suckled gently upon his balls, he began to pump his slick, saliva-glistening shaft up and down, beating it right
before her face so crassly.

  “I’ve got another lil’ gift for you, Amy,” he said breathily, his dick spurting more of that precum out over his purple crown.

  She felt his knuckles brush against her cheek and moved down between his thighs further so he couldn’t hurt her accidentally. Her lips still sucked in his flesh, even though her tang no longer resided there, simply covering him with her saliva as she hummed against his flesh in response to his words.

  He wasn’t satisfied with her moving away though, and he tugged her back up over his dick.

  “Stop,” he told her, ordering her in place, “Stay right there.” He grunted, his fist pumping so fast over that shaft as he worked himself up into a frenzy. She got to watch as he worked that cock up and down, and then in a deep, throaty moan… he came.

  She got to see it all, the thick, creamy white jet of his cum shooting out, splattering across her face. Only then did she close her eyes, unable to see the rest of it as those gouts of creamy spunk lanced across her cheeks, nose, lips and chin. It was so much, even after his recent climax, and those heavy balls of his seemingly packed such an impressive amount of cum.

  She let out a soft squeal, her tongue reaching out to free her lips of his seed, instinctually trying to clean herself up. Her tanned skin was laced with white, some of it dripping down her chin. She pushed herself up, onto her haunches, and a few droplets splattered down along her chest.

  The mayor watched it all with such glee, seeing that little splatters of his spunk dribble onto her thick tits, he gave a deep, rumbling moan as he pumped out the last spurt onto those mounds purposefully.

  “That’s a good, good girl,” he cooed to her affectionate, and she felt his cum-slick cock press back to her lips, unable to see with her eyes still shut. “Just one last little cleaning to do there, sweetie,” he said, wanting her to wipe away the stray spunk that lingered upon his crown.