Tim was in the zone. He had her tight by the sides and roughly pulled her up and down, feeding her like he was ordered. Every time he felt himself bottom out deep into Amy’s tight succulent body, he felt a surge to his ego; he felt like he was doing something that no one had done to her. Those big booms were only getting more pronounced the harder she threw herself on his young dick. No one could hear them. No one. Ever.
Amy laughed and shook her head back and forth before crying out and pulling his head back while she started leaking all over his balls, coating them in fluid. Amy’s legs shuddered and she dismounted, but he shoved her back down on it and started lifting her up and down, driving long strokes of meat to the hilt. Amy’s eyes closed and her mouth fell open as she doused him again, squirting all over both of them. Tim didn’t say a word and focused on making Amy get what she wanted. He wanted to explode, but he was determined to repay her for everything she had done so far.
She didn’t skip a beat and sat up straight, finally regaining some composure. Amy slid her nipples through her fingers and ran her hands down her smooth tummy before resting them on his abs, using them to springboard herself on his big beautiful dick. Her hair draped across her face and he took in all of her gorgeous features, spending time staring at lovely cleavage and heavenly blue eyes. Amy was beginning to give it her all, dropping herself on it repeatedly. The wood started to squeak at the ends where it was bolted and that made her want to bounce faster.
“What’s that, baby?” she said, barely hearing him.
“Turn around,” he ordered.
Amy stopped the onslaught on his thighs and weakly lifted away, his log pointing directly towards the sky with no sign of fatigue. She pushed his legs together and turned, presenting her fat bubbly ass before him. Tim went out quick and slapped it, making it shake in waves.
“Couldn’t resist, could you?” she smiled.
Tim smacked the other side and then spanked it again, making her moan. He grabbed those cheeks and wobbled them back and forth before clapping on them again. Hooking into her waist, he made her sit down and sandwiched his huge boner between her red booty. Amy popped her hips and he held it tight, driving through her slippery valley. Much to her approval, he had it by the base, banging it against her bubble butt.
“Mmm, naughty boy,” she sighed.
For some reason it was instinct to smack his cock against her. It felt amazing to beat it onto her ass over and over, strengthening his arousal ten fold. Amy loved the feeling of him leaking all over her backside, smearing the hot liquid across her slick skin.
“Please get back on it,” he told her, desperate to feel her again.
Amy went up and he watched the aching purple mushroom squelch back in as she inhaled his cock. Amy slid effortlessly down to the base and was using him as a seat. Both arms in front, she filled her palms with his gigantic overflowing balls, juggling their smoothness up and down.
“Mmph, these are full,” she commented, squeezing them gently in her grasp. “I can fix that.”
He knew that she could and he spread his arms out wide, watching her press her hands up into her hair and turn to glance at him, blowing a kiss. He lined up a hand on her ass and beat on it causing her to rise and drop on it. He slapped the other side and Amy let out a colossal thud as she bottomed out. She pushed off of her planted feet and filled herself with cock, trying to quench that ravenous hunger. The view for him was unreal. The thick jiggling was to die for and it was mesmerizing to catch glimpses of her jugs swinging around from the sides.
“I love how big you are,” she sighed, throwing herself up and down.
The ultimate compliment in this moment. He didn’t have a choice and slid his hands around her waist, helping her.
“Fuck me,” she said, louder.
He was using all of his strength to make her hammer down on his lap and groaned every time she swallowed up every fat inch. They were both so sweaty that it was difficult to hold on, but he went back again and again, bringing her down on it.
“Gawd,” she shouted, “I can’t take this much d-nnggg…”
He couldn’t catch his breath and roamed his hands all over her backside, unable to hold on anywhere. The burning in his lungs was worth all of this and Amy was wildly bouncing, her violent thuds tearing through the sauna. Tim finally reached up and grabbed her by the back of the head.
Amy was gasping towards the ceiling as he tightened his knuckles in her hair, helping her plunge that broad foot long into her sheath. Their bodies clapping together rang out, flinging sweat and arousal across the room. The bench crunched as Amy’s thick frame fell, spanking her ass on his waist rapidly.
“Take it, take it, fucking shit, I’mgoingtocum,” he blurted out.
Tim’s leg was shaking unknowingly to him and he was clamped around her neck with both hands. Amy’s hands found his chest and she braced, fucking him with everything she had. Her hair fell into his face and he couldn’t see, but it didn’t matter. He shouted into her long red strands and Amy screamed out into the air as the volcanic eruption of spunk blasted her insides and drenched her cervix in thick jizz. Neither of them wanted to stop and Amy crushed her hips into his swiftly, feeling burst after burst into her depths. Both of them let out their frustrations vocally, moaning to each other as they came together. Those huge heavy balls unloaded splash after splash, splurting from the corners of her lips as he filled her tunnel to the brink, splattering it all over his thighs.
“Fuck!” he shouted, making her giggle.
Amy slowed, panting heavily and collapsed onto his chest, leaving him burrowed inside. He moved away some hair so that he could breathe and filled his hands with her chest.
“Jesus Christ,” she said weakly, sprawled out. “That felt wonderful,” she sighed. Her hips went side to side, flooding her body with shivers as she felt the globs sputtering out of her to a puddle that was rolling towards his knees.
Tim sank into the bench and felt that overwhelming sense of sleepiness washing over him. Amy was peeling away and lifted his legs onto the seat so that he could lay out. She crawled back to him and hiked her leg up across his waist, nuzzling into his neck. It wasn’t long before the two were snoozing.
Day 3: Early Morning
His eyes fluttered open and he was staring at the open door to the sauna. He looked around for Amy, but she wasn’t in the room and pulled the blanket away. With a slide to his chair, he slowly wheeled out and spotted her on top of a picnic table. He rolled out into the sounds of crickets and twilight ambiance.
“Thanks for the blanket,” he said, groggy.
“The one you didn’t bring with you?” she smiled, turning away from her tablet. “It’s chilly out here, silly boy.”
He was completely naked and didn’t even think about it.
“Can you warm me up?” he said with a drowsy grin.
Amy got up and ran her fingers through his hair on the way by and came back with the forgotten blanket. She rolled him up towards the table and she slid into his lap, putting her silk bra and panties against him. With the blanket thrown out, she put her legs up onto the wood and he wrapped around her. Amy was gently pressed into his neck and looked out at the water, full of stars.
“I’m glad you came,” she whispered.
Tim tightened his grip. “I’ve came a lot, actually,” he mumbled.
“That’s not even what I… you’re not funny,” she said, biting his neck.
“I’m fart and I’m smunny,” he flinched, laughing.
“Treat’cha self,” he said.
“Treat. Yo. Self,” they said in unison, giggling into the night sky.
“Four in the morning and ‘Parks’ quotes,” she sighed, “What am I going to do when you’re gone?”
“Arrange for me to keep coming back,” he said without hesitation.
Amy kissed his cheek. “I’m going to do my best, but this is our secret.”
Tim let out a small sigh, “Yeah, I know. I won’t tell anyone.”
“But honey, people become suspicious,” she reminded him.
“I’m young, but I’ll be careful,” he said, squeezing her hand.
Amy lifted away and filled her hand with his morning wood, catching him off guard.
“But I’m not young and I’m not being careful,” she said, serious in tone. “I’m being extremely careless.”
Despite the severity of their conversation, he was still pulsing between her finger tips.