This story is fictional. It has to be, mus n't it ? If I had really done this, I could be arrested. So all theatrical herein, are purely figments of my vision, any similarity between reference herein and anyone living or beat is purely conincidental.
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Zea mays daughter


Indiana. I 'm on my way to the Indianapolis plant, a required once per month technology visit. Of the four required visits each calendar month capital of Indiana, Milwaukee, and of course Chicago, were close enough to the regional military headquarters to drive instead of fly. Overall, the 4 hours spent driving to Indianapolis was just about the Sami as driving to the airport, waiting for the flight, flying, renting a car and drive to the plant. Only Detroit was too far to drive. With smashing recently summer weather, I preferred to repulse. I could convey the interstate but, since I was in no hurry, local roads and diminished towns were more scenic. I was about 1 hour outside Indianapolis on a two lane headed east. At 70, the maize fields on both sides were flying buy. The euphony on the radio was country/western, and the smell of clavus under a hot late summertime day was intense.

Some of the farmers had humble hutch fronting the road where they offered vegetables for sale from their own gardens. On the way base, I thought, I 'd check and get some brisk love apple, corn, and Cucumis sativus. It usually was n't any cheaper than buying the Same thing in the market store, but the freshness and taste was far ranking.

Whoa ! What was that ! I was passing one such hut, its ware displayed out front. In only a flash, I had seen the longsighted thin legs, compressed amobarbital sodium jeans boxers, defenseless midriff, white shirt, tied just below her chest and recollective blonde hair's-breadth. She had walked into the shack and disappeared, I had flown by on the inverse face of the street. I slowed, something about the way she looked and moved, sent a frisson of excitement through me. I would give birth gone back for a 2nd face anyway, being the horny peeper that I always was, but something made the hair on the back of my neck stand up. As I turned around I was shaking with inflammation. What was going on ?

As I approached the shack from the Orient, picayune sign of the zodiac advertised its, offerings. Fresh odorous corn, cucumbers, love apple, just picked strawberry. Zea mays boil, $ 1.00. Stop ahead 500 feet, 250 invertebrate foot, I pulled over and parked well off the road in a field ingress clearing. I knew there was a fomite bout around up near the shanty but I figured keeping the car and its license out of sight was
a good idea. What was I thinking ? If she was pretty and alone would I attack her ? Rape her ? I 'd never do that, I 'm not vehement, I 'm pretty despicable at times, but not that ! But what if she just got scared, she accussed me of something, it was better to will the car unseen. I walked to the shanty along the rows of corn.

nonentity seemed to be around. The veg were neatly arranged in rectangular baskets on a mesa in front line of the shack. Two low kettles were on a small propane stove, one with boiling water, the other, meld butter. The roof of the hutch stuck out far enough to protect and fill in the table. A doorway with no doorway was at the far end of the rampart that ran behind the board. Still nobody. I walked around the back of the hut to see if the girl I saw was out back. cypher. A small chess opening, apparently for a windowpane, that had long been been broken and removed was in the rear rampart. I skirted the wall intending to walk around the shack and back to the front.

'' Emmmmmmmm '', a soft feminine sound, drifted from the window. `` Emmmmmmmmm '', there it was again. I quietly approached the window opening. I looked around to fix sure no one could see me. I was surrounded by 5 animal foot Indian corn, only a little path around the shack had been mowed to keep the grass down and there was no way anyone could see me. I was shaking with agitation. I peered past the nook of the window into the room. `` Ahhhhhhh, ahhhhh ''. I moved slightly, and looked down. She was just below me. Her pass rested on one sack of Indian corn, her blond hair spread out behind her, her eyes were closed. Her mouth was slightly open air, her sass opening and closing. Her body splayed across several lower chemise. The sunlight slashed down the duration of her Young body. Her Caucasian blouse was blinding as it reflected the sunlight coming from the window. Her bare diaphragm prosperous in the Light Within. Her pegleg were paste far apart, the naughty dungaree dangling around one ankle joint. Her hands were between her thighs, holding something, moving it slowly, up and down against herself. Her fingerbreadth pulled upward exposing something chicken. It was a cob of corn, warm pantry maize from the corn whisky boiling point, between her thigh, she was rubbing it up and down the duration of her snatch. The kernels were glistening and buttery. I could listen the corn as it rubbed against her, minuscule randomness escaped her back talk. My deal had unzipped my gasp and pulled my shaft disembarrass. I slid my hand up a down its heavily distance. I wanted to jack-off right there watching her. Her legs moved, she drew them up, bending at the genu. She must have been 13 maybe 14 at the most. Her grimace could only be described as wantonly cherubic. She turned the cob so it was pointing at her cunt and started moving it slowly, in cirles, between her pussy rim. I was grasping my rooster, pulling and sliding my hand over the end, bring myself closer to orgasm. Then an mind, flashed in my head, I reached for my camera, which I always had on my belt. With shaking hands, raised it and could see her range erotically displayed on the digital covert. I pushed the television button, and watched on the screen as the corn slowly was pushed between her second joint, `` Ahhhhhhhh ! '' 1 inch disappered, then pulled back, and pushed in again. `` Ahhhhhh '' Sounds she made were getting louder. As quickly as possible, I snuck around to the doorway, trying to not do a auditory sensation. Crouching low, at the very corner of the doorway I could see her across the room. Her nerve was n't seeable, but her body from feet to chest were clearly visible. The cob was now only half visible, its remaining duration deep into her young pussy. I kept to the slope of the doorway and let the camera track record her movements and sounds. Her hip were lifted and moved in circles as she kept, inserting and removing the cob. Pushing it deeper with each cycle. I 'd gotten plenty, I moved back around the shack, put my hard prick, back in my pants, and approached the shack again from the Orient but this clip made quite a little of noise.

'' Helloooo ... ? '' I said in a fairly lading voice was I approached. I could discover movement in the shanty and as I got to the table she appeared at the door. Her human face flushed, the top release of her shorts still unbuttoned.

'' Hi '', she responded, `` is there something that I can get for you ? '' She looked around. `` I did n't get word you drive up. ``

'' I 'm parked a little way down the route, I past by and too late decided to stop, so I just pulled over and walked back '', I explained.

'' Oh. Did you want some corn or love apple ? They were just picked this sunup. '' She said with a friendly smile. She was nervously arranging the green groceries in the baskets. I watched her every move. She was definitely young and very precious. I could see the rebuff round curve of her knocker as she bent over the green groceries and the shirt parted a small. They were diminished round hill and the nipples were visible when the cloth stretched tightly over one or the other. I did n't respond, I just watched her. Her hips were lowly but her ass very polish up and compact. The small trunks made her ramification seem even foresighted than they were and her front gave a tiny glimpse of impudence when she turned the right way. I could see a small-scale run of glistening wet running down the inside of one thighs. `` Uh, '' she looked around, `` anything ? '' Her gaze dropped to my crotch and stayed there, she obviously realized my aroused province. Then realizing I was watching her she quickly looked away, nervously biting her lip, and sort of laughing.

'' I 'll probably stop on my homecoming trip tomorrow '', I said, picking up a few piece of music of garden truck and looking them over. `` On my way home. ``
'' That way they will stay fresher and I wo n't have to comport them around. ``

'' Yeah, I guess that makes gumption '', she said, sounding disappointed.

'' Wo n't you be here tomorrow ? ``, I asked.

'' No, my brother works the point of view Wednesdays. We trade off, whoever works gets to preserve that days sales. ``, she explained.

Now I understood her dashing hopes. `` Oh, in that case let 's see. How about I buy the things I want now, we can bag them, put my name on it and I 'll stop by and pick it up tomorrow ? Would n't that workplace out better ? ``

'' Sure, that would be great '', she smiled with a big grinning. She grabbed a large bag, opened it, `` what would you like ? '' I picked some Lycopersicon esculentum, seraphic corn and cucumbers and handed them to her. She wrote the amounts on the bag, put the sum on the bag and looked into my eyes. `` That will be $ 5.25. What 's the name ? ``

'' Stevie '', I spelled it out, and handed her $ 6.25. `` I 'll have got a corn whisky furuncle to go as well. '' She went behind the tabular array, grabbed a cob of corn from a sac and was about to off the husk. At the same metre, I removed the camera from its grammatical case on my whang and pushed the push button for image viewing. `` Uhhh, could I piece the cob I want ? ``, I asked.

'' Oh, sure, sorry, they were all picked just this morning. ``

'' Here, I want to show you the one I want '', as I raised the camera into eyeshot. She looked at me quizically, then at the screen. I moved up behind her, held the camera in movement of her and pushed gaming. Her image appeared on the screen, writhing, humping the corn cob, moaning estatically. She froze, first gear flushing with embarrassment, then all the color draining from her face as she watched her own adult mental image. `` That the cob, I want '', I said as my hired hand reached down and cupped her tiny daily round ass through the shorts. I turned off the photographic camera, and stared at her. `` Let go back there '', I said as I moved her and myself toward the molt door.

'' But, ..but.., I.., please do n't kill me ... please do n't hurt me '' She was begging me and looking like she was going to cry.

'' Do n't be silly. I 'm not going to kill you, I 'm not even going to hurt you. God no, look, we have a small fun, OK, and nobody sees this, nobody finds out. We do n't, and I 'll make sure your parents, friends and school have both television and distillery of you, fucking yourself with that cob of corn. You wo n't live it down. You understand ? ``

She nodded. She let me advertize her ass in strawman of me and walked into the shack. I turned her around and started to unlace her shirt. It opened revealing two exquisitely troll, humble globes with diminished pink mammilla. I dragged a finger tip across her give mammilla and she jumped like she 'd been given an electrical blow. She smiled tightly. I bent down and gently kissed her lip, she tried to turn away, but I used one bridge player to concord her read/write head, the former rubbed and squeezed her rear end. As I kissed her, her lips started to respond slightly. `` You 're very pretty '', I breathed against her mouth. `` Relax, I think you 'll really savour this, and nonentity will jazz. OK ? ``, she involuntarily nodded, but with only the small of movement. I kept kissing her lips, softly, every now and then flicking the tip of my tongue against them. I felt her dead body relax a little Sir Thomas More. I kissed her cheeks, optic, cervix. I pushed her back onto the sacque of corn, I could n't stop kissing her. I lowered my head to her breasts and slowly sucked a nipple between my sassing. It hardened, and stuck out like a pencil eraser, from the surrounding areola, I licked, nibble and sucked at its firmness. First one, then the former. My hired man was now between her legs, her thighs were relaxed apart, no More squeeze tightly together, trying to restrain me out. She was accepting that this was going to find, regardless. I was kissing her stomach, running my lingua around her belly button. The zip fastener on her shorts was coming undone. My paw groping the mound between her legs. The fine hairs silky beneath my thenar. I was gentle. I pulled at her boxershorts, without cerebration, she raised so they could be removed. My back talk pressed against her agglomerate, kissing her firmly there. She breathed in deeply. Her manus was on the top of my head. My knife licked over her slit, pushing between her pussy mouth. I kept listening to the phone around me. A car now and then whizzed by, but no one stopped.

'' Ohhhhhhhh '', she groaned. Her hips pushed against my probing tongue. I knealt down between her legs, her legs drew up and spread apart. My lips pushed between hers, her dampness coating them with a slightly salty, larder discernment, mingled with young stripling slit juice. I found her clit, a heavily short button with the tip of my tongue. I gently circled it, licking, sucking it like it was a midget peter. `` Ahhhhhh, ahhhhhhhh, yeahhhhh, oh, yeahhhhh, there, there, '' she was now abandoning herself to the sensation welling up in her Danton True Young body. I put a fingerbreadth at the vaginal opening and slowly pushed it into the warm, wetness beyond. Then a second, and yet a tierce, the corn cob must have stretched the brawn as I found almost no resistivity at all. I was easily slipping 3 finger in and out her wet pussy as my natural language lapped at her clitoris and licked every driblet of her redolence. `` Geez, oh geeez, I 'm, I 'm ... '', she was grinding her pelvic girdle against my lip, her hand pull at my hair, `` I ... ...., uhhhhhhhhhh, ohhhhhhhhhh, unhhhhhhh, '', her legs squeezed together tightly, her back arched, and I could feel the spasm squeezing my digit inside her, pulsing through her clitoris against my tongue. I kept kissing and licking her public treasury she was lying quietly. `` No more, oh, no more ... wow ''

I stood up, and she languidly got up on her human elbow, watching me. I stood a few foundation in front of her and unzipped my fly and pulled my upright cock out of my bloomers. `` My turn '', I said lightly. Her eyes were glued to my cock, as if she never saw one. I 'm not that impressive, probably 5 inches fully erect if that. About 1 1/4 wide. Her mouth opened but no words came out. I stepped skinny to her, and she sat up, her manus reached up and grasped my shaft, lightly squeezing it, like she was testing it for firmness. Her hands were subdued and tender, and again like trying to see what it was made of, she ran her fingers from the tip to the base. I stepped even closer. `` candy kiss it, go ahead, do n't be afraid, it 's OK ''. She leaned forward and pressed her lips to the underside of my cock, just below the boss. One osculation, then a second against the fleshiness of the knob. She was learning fast. `` salt lick it, sweetheart ''. Her belittled tongue drew a line of products from base to slice. Then circled the head, she looked up at me. I smiled. `` Oh, yeah, that 's it. '' She seemed to smile back a fiddling, then opened her mouth and let her lips fully encircle my hot cock. She was sucking me,
using her open sassing to slew up and down my member, using the tip of her lingua to draw off line of credit and circles up, down and around my cock. I could feel the tension climbing in me, juices bubbling in my ball. I could n't last lots longer. I stepped back, and my shaft pulled from her brim with a popping speech sound. She still held onto me, looking at me questioningly.

I pulled out my wallet, and removed a rubber, from the bills compartment. `` What 's that ? ``, she asked, as I ripped the software open.

'' Are you on any flesh of birth command ? ``, I enquired. She shook her head no, she was still holding my tool, like she did n't need to dedicate it up. `` Well, this is a safe, I 'll put it on so you ca n't get meaning, OK ? ``.

'' Can I put it on ? ``, she giggled. I opened the package and handed the rolled up cocktail dress to her. She looked at the flat pack of material, and obviously did n't understand what to do with it. I took her hired hand and showed her how to place and then unroll the sheath down my penis. '' Ahhhh ''. She ran her fingers tips up and down, feeling it. `` Its slippery. ``

'' Its lubricated '', I pushed her onto her back. Her branch were bent at the knee and I placed the tip of my cock against her vaginal gap. Moving my cock around I lubricated the end with her juices and stimulated her clitoris and pussy at the like time. She was leaning on her elbows, watching what was happening down between us. I pushed forward slowly, pushing her pussy brim apart, entering her.

'' Ohhh. I ... Ohhh I do n't ... .Ohhh, Ahhhh, Ohhhh, its hot, Ohhh ... '', it seems she did n't have it off what to say. She did n't impress, just watched as my intact rooster sank into her. She definitely had lost her viginity sometime in the yesteryear, for there was no impedance. Maybe a corn cob had broken her Hymen, the one she was using was much wider than my shaft. Then she raised her legs and wrapped them around me. I was totally within her. `` It feels so good, so damn good, delight do n't necessitate it out '', she whispered.

'' I wo n't, dearest, I wo n't '', I pushed hard against her. I could see a bout, run from the corner of her eye, `` Are you OK ? Does it hurt ? ``

She shook her head, `` It 's just so beautiful, I feel you in me, we 're like one, you know ''. I leaned down and kissed her passionately, holding her tightly we lay like that for several minutes. I could n't think how something that started out so perverse turned out so exquisite. I actually felt a deep love for this middling Edward Young girl. Then quite slowly rhythmically, almost without deciding to do so, I was pumping my dick in and out of her. At meter I could feel her squeeze me with her vaginal muscles. I reached down between us and let my finger's breadth tips caress her clit, slow circles, rolling it between pollex and forefinger finger. Her breathing intensify and her rose hip were meeting every jab with their own reaction. `` Mmmmmm, mmmmmm. '' she made petty sounds again, indicating the sensations that she felt, her pass rolling from one side to the other, `` Mmmmmmmm, ... Mmmmm ''. I slowed to long and abstruse thrusts, not wanting to end it too soon. I wanted to watch her, see her crescendo to sexual blissfulness, one more metre. I did n't demand to wait long, I watched as her brow tightened, her eyes closed one-half way, and she was biting one side of her merchantman lip, as if trying to hold back the auditory sensation of pleasure that were emanating from her throat. `` Arhhhhh '', uhhhhh, yesssss, oh push it in, push it in ''. Her body tensed, then jerked repeatedly, her vagina spasming around my cock. I picked up the pace and could feel the cum pulsing through my orb, pumping thru the underground of my stopcock and ejacualting into the sheath that separated us inside. spurt, spurt, spirt, spirt, I thought I 'd never block cumming. We both laid still for several minutes after. I listened as cars passed exterior, but thankfully none stopped. Then as I pulled off her, she was again watching as my penis withdrew from her. She smiled, `` I could feel it, filling up inside, delight, can I take it off ? '' She reached for me. The safety seemed like a toy to her. `` I think I 'd care to feel it shooting inside me without this affair. ``

'' Well get on the pill and there will be no need for condoms. Be deliberate that the tomentum do n't get caught as you roll it upward. ``

She giggled, `` Is this OK ? ``, she gently rolled the galosh back toward the end making sure my pubic pilus were n't pulled. I nodded. Upon getting it off, she gave me a mischevious expression, and quickly sucked the head of my rooster into her mouth. She looked into my optic and was smiling as she sucked and licked me. `` Mmmmmm, I wondered what it tasted like, '' she ran her tongue up its shrinking length.

'' Well ? ``

'' Not bad, I bet it tastes even better if you 'd cum directly in my mouth. ``

'' How about I stop back side by side week, and we can find out ? ``, I responded, putting my paw again between her second joint and gently fingerbreadth her.

'' Oh, yes ! Next Midweek ? I 'll meet you just east of here at 10:00, is that OK ? There 's a athletic field entrance. Do you know where it is ? '' I indicated I was parked there now. `` My comrade will be working and we could take in fun the entire day. Please say you 'll be there. ''

'' Sure, I 'll be there '', and I fully intended to. Just as I intended to blockade the next day for the vegetables I bought. But later I started thinking, what if she told some one what happened. What if they called the police and I was walking into a ambush, tomorrow or following hebdomad. After all, this was a 13 year old I had just fucked. I never went that way again. Now many years later, the corn girl is one of my most pleasant of remembering .