Amy is careless while chasing the sheep
She was grazing sheep. The weather is extremely hot. There can’t be a July like this. Her lips were dry and her pussy was mud from sweating. If you’re fat like me, both your pussy and ass will be cooked. Amy giggled. I have become a very immoral woman. These are very embarrassing thoughts. She dropped her water bottle. As the warm water flowed down her throat, she complained that there was still time until evening. The sheep don’t return to the village until they finish grazing. I wish there was a shadow of a tree. She shielded her eyes with her hand and looked into the distance. Is this our sheep? Where is this fool going?
She ran after it, shaking her plump ass.
“Stop..! Hey..! There’s the cliff..!” Stupid sheep why don’t you listen?
As she ran huffing and puffing, she warned the other sheep, “Don’t follow me.” Where’s the damn dog! You’ve been trying to jump on sheep’s backs and fuck them all day. Do something useful now. Go and follow the herd!
The rocks on this side of the mountain are sharp and slippery. She could reach it without falling and breaking something? Oh what she will do when she catches that sheep. I’ll grab your ear and bring you back! I’ll throw it to the dog just as punishment. I’ll say, hey dog fuck this fool. It’s not good to laugh while running. Her foot slipped.
Before she could say goodbye, she found herself falling off the cliff. Childhood memories flashed before her eyes. While I was harvesting the crops here, I kissed a boy. I made love to a woman while crushing grapes there. My father beat me so badly there. Just because I gave my virginity to one of the tourist men who came to the village. But then he forgave. My face is not like an angel, I am short and I weigh a hundred kilos, isn’t enough, dad? Don’t be mad at me. None of the young men in the village wanted to do that job with me.
Now, as she lies at the bottom of the cliff in the prime of her young womanhood, her eyes look happily at the sky.
Memories, what beautiful things.
Her mind became blurry. She fell into the mists. She felt cold up her legs. She saw a dark shadow sneaking closer. Pale-faced death, have you come?
The person who came was a tall, imposingly built and handsome man. This was exactly how Amy imagined death. At least let a handsome man’s lips touch mine in the last seconds of my life.
The big man leaned over to Amy’s face and placed a very wet kiss on her lips. Amy smiled with pleasure and thought, ‘I’m ready’.
The man continued to kiss and lick her. He had beautiful, big, black eyes, and his hair was like a thick forest. He walked around Amy and examined her. The young woman thought to herself, “I wish he would fuck me.” What a beautiful death.
The man hugged Amy and put her on his back. Well, you’re not a skinny princess to be carried easy, Amy. She wrapped her cold arms and numb legs around the man’s back and warmed herself. Man you are so hot!
Her head hurts. With every powerful step the man takes, her brain seems to shake. She hit her head on the rocks while falling and is bleeding. Suddenly it got dark. Amy thought it was evening. Come on sheep, run to the fold! As for that dog. I’m going to cut off his dick. What did a sheep running away cost me?
They traveled for a while in the dark. The man laid her down on a hard floor. A bed of dry grass. He’s obviously poor. But he has a good heart. Look, Amy, the man brought you to his house.
“Sir ..” she started to say but at the same time she is afraid of the crackle in her voice. Did I hit my head too hard? My brain shaken?
The man growled back at her. Apparently an uncouth countryman. Hey! I’m from the countryside too. My village is right here. What about you, handsome? Are you a foreigner? I’ve never seen you around here.
Amy collected the questions she would ask when she got better and went to sleep.
While she was sleeping, she felt the wound on her head being cleaned. The dried blood on her head was wiped with something wet and soft.
When she woke up, she encountered the real pain. It was as if all her wounds blamed her. Amy wondered which wound she should cry about.
The man returned to her moans. Amy was very happy when she felt the man’s warm breath on her face. She wrapped her arms around his neck and wanted to kiss him. She found the man’s wet lips among his thick beard and mustache and kissed them with all the gratitude in her heart. The man did not leave her interest unanswered. He returned it with the same wet kisses.
The pain has lessened a little. Do you know that the pain in one’s body is not very important? The real pain is in our souls. It is much more painful to be unloved, disliked, unappreciated, ostracized and ridiculed. So no one can know what touching lips means for this chubby girl.
She found peace, forget her pains and fell asleep again.
When she woke up it was still dark. She wanted to call out to the man, but her throat hurt again. The man saw her moving and came to her. He put a piece of fruit in her mouth. Amy chewed and swallowed with difficulty. Blueberries! She wondered where he would have collected this from. Then another fruit. Rosehip! Oh dear man. How can you know what Amy likes? These are my favorites.
How sweet it would be if you gave me a kiss now. Again arms reached out, lips met again. Amy, if she was dead, was glad she was dead.
The aches, pains and throbbing never subsided. Amy cried. The man came and looked at her wounds one by one. She has a wound on her knee. The man licked her knee. His warm breath soothed the pain like a balm. “Look, it hurts here too,” Amy moaned, showing her leg under her torn skirt. The man licked there too. Each wet kiss comforted Amy. “Look here too.” She took off her t-shirt and showed her huge breasts. The man did not object. He licked everywhere Amy pointed her pain.
Amy loved this type of treatment. You’ll heal me very quickly this way, sir. I’m afraid I’ll have to jump off that cliff again every day.
“Here, here, and right here.” She threw off her skirt and her panties. She showed her wet pussy between her fat legs and said, “My wound that hurts the most is here.” The man was merciful. He kissed it, licked it, kissed it, licked it. Amy orgasmed, crying out in pain and pleasure at the same time, and her mind could no longer cope with the contrast. She fainted.
She slept uninterrupted for hours. When she waked up it’s still dark. She heard the man snoring nearby. He is also sleeping, so everything is fine. Finding some strength in her arms and knees, she crawled over and lay down next to him. The man was very hot. Amy hugged him and wished for peaceful dreams.
He woke up with wetness touching his lips. She opened her eyes thinking it was a sweet good morning kiss, but it wasn’t a kiss. A piece of fish. And raw! Amy wasn’t disgusted by the taste as she chewed it. She was very hungry and that was a good thing. If she feels hunger, it means she is recovering. She felt that her cells were renewed and her wounds itched. It was impossible to understand how many days she had been in this dark house. She slept so much.
As soon as the piece in her mouth was finished, he gave another piece. As Amy chewed and swallowed, he gave her a new one. The wounded young woman felt that she would fall in love with this handsome man who fed her with his hands.
She was fed, rested, and once again she showed her places, one by one, as the pain had diminished, and asked for attention. The majestic man took her through the sea of orgasm with the smacks of his powerful tongue. She fell into another sleep with a peaceful surrender. Hours later, she woke up with a delicious dessert dripping into her mouth. Honey! The man poured the honey from his fingers into Amy’s mouth. While Amy sucked and swallowed hungrily, the honey flowing down her neck, breasts and belly was the man’s share. He grunted with great appetite and licked Amy’s everywhere.
Amy was wondering when the big moment would come. So when are they going to do that thing? So, you know, the man gets on top of the woman and she wraps her legs around his waist. Amy shivered as she thought about this. Should she encourage him? She can’t say to the man, “What are you waiting for to fuck me?” The best thing is to wait for him to sleep. She closed her eyes and pretended to be asleep. The man slowly retreated to his corner and after a while he started snoring.
Amy got out of her bed of dry grass and crawled next to him. She got into his bosom, turned her back and leaned her butt against the man’s crotch. If the man wakes up and asks why did this, she will say ‘I’m cold’. If he doesn’t speak up, Amy will reveal his secret by rubbing her bottom. Ahh. I hope his secret is big.
She picked the first fruit shortly after she leaned against the hot male body and started rubbing her ass. Here is a masculinity rising. She would melt with pleasure as she leaned on the hard organ standing between her butt and moved it around her wet pussy. It was the first time she desired a man so much. She has never had a man who understands her, likes her, or cares about her. Is it too early to imagine marrying becoming his wife?
She marveled at the hardness, volume and warmth of the organ that grew as it leaned against her ass. It burns like a torch. So is Amy. She can’t wait any longer. She reached out her hand between her crotch and caught it. She was glad that it was so thick that it spilled out of her palm. This was exactly what she wanted filled inside her. She leaned it against the juicy entrance of her pussy and left the rest to her man.
The man suddenly stirred, grumbled and became angry. He grabbed Amy around the waist and turned her around like an empty sack. While the young woman found herself bent over and was trying to understand what was happening, she felt the grunting breath of the man who got on her back from behind, right next to her ear. Immediately afterwards, she moaned with pleasure as a powerful cock penetrated her pussy. The dick stuck into Amy’s pussy like a spear.
The young woman screamed with pleasure as she felt her pussy expanding, stretching, and being filled. After a few slow movements, the man began to press like a cruel train. OMG! Amy thought bombs were exploding inside. What a fuck! The man fucked Amy’s pussy with brutal thrusts like a wild animal. This not an orgasm, something else. What happened? He became a maniac! While the man’s boiling sperm was scalding her womb, Amy’s tongue was hanging out with pleasure, her eyes were looking faint and smiling.
She fell to the ground with the taste of the legendary fuck that no woman has ever had. The man walked out, grumbling.
When Amy came to, her orgasm was still ongoing. She couldn’t find the strength to get up from the ground. She moved her arm, orgasm. Her foot moved, orgasm. The man fucked her so badly that all the young woman’s cells were filled with maximum charge. Every movement she made triggered a new orgasm. She laughed and orgasmed again.
Even hours after the fucking was over, her pussy was trembling and her juices were flowing like a waterfall. Amy thought the women in the village would die of jealousy. And yes. She fell in love with the man.
She slowly sat up as she started to breathe regularly. She managed to stand up. Taking a step with difficulty, she followed the man. As she walked, her surroundings became brighter and she realized that they was actually in a cave. The man lived in a cave! But Amy didn’t mind. She doesn’t remember how many days she stayed in the cave, but she felt fine as the July sun warmed her wounds.
When she came to the exit of the cave, saw the man. He was shaking a wild pear tree. The most majestic, strongest and hairiest man she had ever seen in her life. His whole body was covered with stiff black hair. A pear fell from the tree. The man picked up the pear with his mouth and brought it to Amy. His big black eyes were looking at with love.
Amy bit the pear while it was in his mouth. She stuck her tongue into his mouth, searching for bits of fruit among his hot saliva. She ran her delicate tongue between the man’s huge sharp teeth. She licked his huge tongue and hugged his big head and kissed his black lips.
She giggled in delight as the man caressed her back with his sharp claw. She hugged his thick fur-covered arm and murmured happily, “You are a handsome and kind husband.” The man grumbled.
The days chased the nights. Amy and her husband lived happily in their cave. Some days they heard human voices around. Her poor father searched the bottom of the cliff inch by inch, wanting to at least find the body of his missing daughter and bury her in a proper ceremony. The only thing he could find were pieces of the helpless girl’s skirt, which got stuck on the rocks and was ripped. Some villagers said they saw a happy bear wandering around the fields. But what did this have to do with the missing girl?
After weeks, the sounds faded away and the searchers lost hope. Apparently she had been eaten by wild animals. It turned into a memory told with sadness in the village.
End.