This story is fictional. It has to be, musn't it ? If I had really done this, I could be arrested. So all representation herein, are purely figments of my imagination, any similarity between characters herein and anyone support or absolutely is purely conincidental.
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corn whisky Girl


IN. I'm on my way to the Indianapolis plant, a necessitate once per month technology visit. Of the four required sojourn each month Indianapolis, Milwaukee, and of track Chicago, were close plenty to the regional headquarters to drive instead of fly. Overall, the 4 hr spent driving to capital of Indiana was just about the same as driving to the aerodrome, waiting for the trajectory, flying, renting a car and drive to the plant life. Only Motown was too far to drive. With dandy lately summertime weather condition, I preferred to drive. I could charter the interstate but, since I was in no hurry, local anesthetic roads and small Ithiel Town were more scenic. I was about 1 hour outside Indianapolis on a two lane headed east. At 70, the corn fields on both position were flying buy. The medicine on the receiving set was country/western, and the smell of corn under a hot belatedly summer day was intense.

Some of the Farmer had small hutch fronting the road where they offered vegetables for cut-rate sale from their own gardens. On the way abode, I thought, I'd stop and get some freshly tomatoes, clavus, and cucumber. It usually wasn't any flashy than buying the same affair in the grocery store, but the freshness and predilection was far Lake Superior.

Whoa ! What was that ! I was passing one such shack, its wares displayed out front. In only a flash, I had seen the long thin legs, tight blueness jeans short, naked midriff, E. B. White shirt, tied just below her thorax and tenacious blond hair. She had walked into the shack and disappeared, I had flown by on the opposite incline of the street. I slowed, something about the way she looked and moved, sent a shiver of fervor through me. I would experience gone back for a minute feeling anyway, being the horny peeper that I always was, but something made the hair on the backrest of my neck stand up. As I turned around I was shaking with excitement. What was going on ?

As I approached the hut from the east, piffling mark advertised its, offer. Fresh sweet corn, cucumbers, Lycopersicon esculentum, just picked hemangioma simplex. maize boil, $ 1.00. block off ahead 500 foot, 250 feet, I pulled over and parked well off the road in a theatre of operations entrance clearing. I knew there was a vehicle twist around up near the shack 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 lash out her ? assault her ? I'd never do that, I'm not violent, I'm pretty despicable at clip, but not that ! But what if she just got daunt, she accussed me of something, it was better to leave the car unseen. I walked to the hovel along the run-in of corn.

cipher seemed to be around. The vegetables were neatly arranged in rectangular basket on a table in front of the hut. Two small kettles were on a small propane stove, one with boiling water, the other, dissolve butter. The roof of the hut stuck out far enough to protect and shade off the table. A doorway with no room access was at the far end of the wall that ran behind the tabular array. Still cypher. I walked around the back of the shack to see if the girl I saw was out back. cipher. A small first step, apparently for a window, that had long been been broken and removed was in the spinal column wall. I skirted the rampart intending to walk around the shack and back to the movement.

" Emmmmmmmm ", a easy feminine sound, drifted from the window. " Emmmmmmmmm ", there it was again. I quietly approached the window opening. I looked around to make sure as shooting no one could see me. I was surrounded by 5 foot corn, only a little course around the shack had been mowed to save the green goddess down and there was no way anyone could see me. I was shaking with excitement. I peered past the turning point of the window into the way. " Ahhhhhhh, ahhhhh ". I moved slightly, and looked down. She was just below me. Her head rested on one sack of corn, her blond hairsbreadth spread out behind her, her eyes were closed. Her lip was slightly open, her lips chess opening and closedown. Her body splayed across several miserable discharge. The sunlight slashed down the length of her Brigham Young dead body. Her gabardine blouse was blinding as it reflected the sun coming from the window. Her bare midriff favorable in the light. Her ramification were spread far apart, the blue dungaree dangling around one ankle. Her hands were between her thighs, holding something, moving it slowly, up and down against herself. Her fingers pulled upward exposing something lily-livered. It was a cob of corn, warm buttery corn whiskey from the Zea mays boil, between her thigh, she was rubbing it up and down the length of her cunt. The nitty-gritty were glistening and buttery. I could hear the corn as it rubbed against her, piddling disturbance escaped her sassing. My hired man had unzipped my pants and pulled my cock free. I slid my mitt up a down its arduous length. I wanted to jack-off right hand there watching her. Her ramification moved, she drew them up, bending at the articulatio genus. She must take been 13 maybe 14 at the most. Her typeface could only be described as wantonly angelic. She turned the cob so it was pointing at her kitty-cat and started moving it slowly, in cirles, between her puss brim. I was grasping my prick, pulling and sliding my bridge player over the end, bring myself airless to orgasm. Then an theme, flashed in my mind, I reached for my tv camera, which I always had on my belt. With shaking deal, raised it and could see her image erotically displayed on the digital concealment. I pushed the television release, and watched on the screen as the corn slowly was pushed between her thighs, " Ahhhhhhhh ! " 1 inch disappered, then pulled back, and pushed in again. " Ahhhhhh " Sounds she made were getting louder. As quickly as potential, I snuck around to the doorway, trying to not make a sound. Crouching low, at the very turning point of the door I could see her across the way. Her face wasn't visible, but her body from human foot to chest were clearly seeable. The cob was now only half visible, its remaining length deep into her Danton True Young pussy. I kept to the incline of the room access and let the camera record her movements and sounds. Her hips were lifted and moved in circles as she kept, inserting and removing the cob. Pushing it deeper with each bike. I'd gotten enough, I moved back around the shanty, put my strong cock, back in my pants, and approached the shack again from the east but this time made pot of noise.

" Helloooo... ? " I said in a fairly debase part was I approached. I could get a line social movement in the shack and as I got to the table she appeared at the doorway. Her expression flushed, the top button of her shorts still unbuttoned.

" Hi ", she responded, " is there something that I can get for you ? " She looked around. " I didn't hear you drive up. "

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

" Oh. Did you want some corn or tomatoes ? They were just picked this morning. " She said with a favorable smile. She was nervously arranging the produce in the handbasket. I watched her every motion. She was definitely young and very precious. I could see the slight daily round curve of her tit as she bent over the garden truck and the shirt parted a little. They were pocket-size beat mounds and the teat were visible when the material stretched tightly over one or the early. I didn't respond, I just watched her. Her hips were small-scale but her ass very rung and compact car. The small shorts made her stage appear even retentive than they were and her movements gave a tiny glimpse of boldness when she turned the justly way. I could see a pocket-sized bar 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 excited state. Then realizing I was watching her she quickly looked away, nervously biting her lip, and variety of laughing.

" I'll probably check on my return head trip tomorrow ", I said, picking up a few art object of produce and looking them over. " On my way home. "
" That way they will remain fresher and I won't have to carry them around. "

" Yeah, I guess that makes sense ", she said, sounding disappointed.

" Won't you be here tomorrow ? ", I asked.

" No, my blood brother works the stand Midweek. We trade off, whoever works gets to keep that days sales. ", she explained.

Now I understood her dashing hopes. " Oh, in that casing 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 ? Wouldn't that work out better ? "

" Sure, that would be nifty ", she smiled with a big smile. She grabbed a large bag, opened it, " what would you like ? " I picked some tomatoes, angelical corn and cucumber vine and handed them to her. She wrote the amount on the bag, put the amount 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 a corn boil to go as well. " She went behind the table, grabbed a cob of maize from a sack and was about to remove the straw. At the same time, I removed the camera from its case on my belt and pushed the clit for paradigm showing. " Uhhh, could I pluck the cob I want ? ", I asked.

" Oh, sure, dismal, they were all picked just this morning. "

" Here, I want to show you the one I want ", as I raised the camera into view. She looked at me quizically, then at the filmdom. I moved up behind her, held the camera in front man of her and pushed play. Her image appeared on the filmdom, writhing, humping the corn cob, moaning estatically. She froze, 1st flushing with plethora, then all the color draining from her nerve as she watched her own pornographic image. " That the cob, I want ", I said as my hand reached down and cupped her petite round ass through the short pants. I turned off the camera, and stared at her. " Let go back there ", I said as I moved her and myself toward the shed door.

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

" Don't be silly. I'm not going to kill you, I'm not even going to wound you. God no, look, we have a niggling fun, OK, and nobody sees this, nobody finds out. We don't, and I'll make sure your parents, acquaintance and school have both video and stills of you, fucking yourself with that cob of corn. You won't live it down. You understand ? "

She nodded. She let me push her ass in front of me and walked into the shack. I turned her around and started to untie her shirt. It opened revealing two exquisitely round of drinks, small globes with small pink nipples. I dragged a finger tip across her pull up stakes nipple and she jumped like she'd been given an electrical shock. She smiled tightly. I bent down and gently kissed her mouth, she tried to move around away, but I used one mitt to sustain her head, the other rubbed and squeezed her backside. As I kissed her, her lips started to reply slightly. " You're very pretty ", I breathed against her lips. " Relax, I think you'll really enjoy this, and cipher will bonk. OK ? ", she involuntarily nodded, but with only the smallest of movement. I kept kissing her lips, softly, every now and then flicking the tip of my tongue against them. I felt her body relax a little more. I kissed her cheek, middle, neck. I pushed her back onto the sacking of maize, I couldn't stop kissing her. I lowered my headspring to her white meat and slowly sucked a nipple between my lips. It hardened, and stuck out like a pencil eraser, from the surrounding areola, I licked, nibbled and sucked at its firmness. commencement one, then the former. My manus was now between her legs, her thighs were unbend apart, no more squash tightly together, trying to keep me out. She was accepting that this was going to materialize, regardless. I was kissing her stomach, running my tongue around her belly push. The zipper on her shorts was coming undone. My script groping the mound between her legs. The finely fuzz silky beneath my palm. I was gentle. I pulled at her boxers, without thinking, she raised so they could be removed. My sassing pressed against her pitcher, kissing her firmly there. She breathed in deeply. Her hand was on the top of my head. My lingua licked over her incision, pushing between her pussy lips. I kept listening to the strait around me. A car now and then whizzed by, but no one stopped.

" Ohhhhhhhh ", she groaned. Her rosehip pushed against my probing glossa. I knealt down between her wooden leg, her branch drew up and unfold apart. My lips pushed between hers, her dampness coating them with a slightly salty, larder taste, mingled with young teen pussy juice. I found her clitoris, a hard niggling button with the tip of my tongue. I gently circled it, licking, sucking it like it was a bantam cock. " Ahhhhhh, ahhhhhhhh, yeahhhhh, oh, yeahhhhh, there, there, " she was now abandoning herself to the whizz welling up in her young body. I put a finger at the vaginal opening and slowly pushed it into the warm, wetness beyond. Then a second, and yet a third, the corn cob must have stretched the muscles as I found almost no immunity at all. I was easily slipping 3 fingers in and out her wet slit as my tongue lapped at her clitoris and licked every drop of her sweetness. " Geez, oh geeez, I'm, I'm... ", she was grinding her hips 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 finger's breadth inside her, pulsing through her clit against my tongue. I kept kissing and licking her till she was lying quietly. " No to a greater extent, oh, no more... wow "

I stood up, and she languidly got up on her cubitus, watching me. I stood a few pes in presence of her and unzipped my fly and pulled my raise cock out of my pants. " My turn ", I said lightly. Her eyes were glued to my putz, as if she never saw one. I'm not that impressive, probably 5 column inch fully erect if that. About 1 1/4 wide. Her mouth opened but no words came out. I stepped nigher to her, and she sat up, her hand reached up and grasped my shaft, lightly squeezing it, like she was testing it for firmness. Her work force were soft and quick, and again like trying to see what it was made of, she ran her fingers from the tip to the home. I stepped even closer. " buss it, go ahead, don't be afraid, it's OK ". She leaned forward and pressed her mouth to the underside of my cock, just below the knob. One candy kiss, then a endorse against the fleshiness of the knob. She was learning fast. " poke it, sweetheart ". Her small tongue drew a origin from base to slit. Then circled the principal, she looked up at me. I smiled. " Oh, yeah, that's it. " She seemed to smile back a little, then opened her backtalk and let her lips fully encircle my hot cock. She was sucking me,
using her open mouth to slide up and down my penis, using the tip of her tongue to draw lines and circles up, down and around my turncock. I could sense the tension climbing in me, juices bubbling in my testis. I couldn't terminal much foresightful. I stepped back, and my cock pulled from her lip with a popping sound. She still held onto me, looking at me questioningly.

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

" Are you on any form of nascence dominance ? ", I enquired. She shook her caput no, she was still holding my cock, like she didn't want to devote it up. " Well, this is a rubber, I'll put it on so you can't get pregnant, OK ? ".

" Can I put it on ? ", she giggled. I opened the package and handed the rolled up sheath to her. She looked at the flat ring of material, and obviously didn't understand what to do with it. I took her script and showed her how to place and then wind off the sheath down my penis. " Ahhhh ". She ran her digit tips up and down, feeling it. " Its slippery. "

" Its lubricated ", I pushed her onto her back. Her pegleg were bend at the knee and I placed the tip of my cock against her vaginal opening. Moving my shaft around I lubricated the end with her juice and stimulated her clit and pussy at the same clip. She was leaning on her elbows, watching what was happening down between us. I pushed forward slowly, pushing her pussy lips apart, entering her.

" Ohhh. I... Ohhh I don't....Ohhh, Ahhhh, Ohhhh, its hot, Ohhh... ", it seems she didn't know what to say. She didn't move, just watched as my full cock sank into her. She definitely had lost her viginity sometime in the past, for there was no ohmic resistance. Maybe a edible corn cob had broken her Hymen, the one she was using was practically broad than my pecker. Then she raised her stage and wrapped them around me. I was totally within her. " It feels so good, so damn good, delight don't take it out ", she whispered.

" I won't, love, I won't ", I pushed hard against her. I could see a tear, run from the nook 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 various minutes. I couldn't believe how something that started out so perverse turned out so exquisite. I actually felt a deep dearest for this pretty young girl. Then quite slowly rhythmically, almost without deciding to do so, I was pumping my cock in and out of her. At multiplication I could sense her squeezing me with her vaginal musculus. I reached down between us and let my finger tips caress her clitoris, tedious traffic circle, rolling it between ovolo and index finger. Her ventilation deepened and her rose hip were meeting every thrust with their own answer. " Mmmmmm, mmmmmm. " she made little speech sound again, indicating the sensations that she felt, her head rolling from one side to the former, " Mmmmmmmm,... Mmmmm ". I slowed to long and deep thrusts, not wanting to end it too soon. I wanted to watch her, see her crescendo to intimate blissfulness, one more metre. I didn't need to await long, I watched as her forehead tightened, her oculus closed one-half way, and she was biting one face of her bottom lip, as if trying to admit back the sounds of pleasure that were emanating from her pharynx. " Arhhhhh ", uhhhhh, yesssss, oh push button it in, button it in ". Her dead body tensed, then jerked repeatedly, her vagina spasming around my shaft. I picked up the rate and could feel the cum pulsing through my balls, pumping thru the tube of my cock and ejacualting into the sheath that separated us inside. jet, spurt, spurt, spurt, I thought I'd never stop cumming. We both laid still for several minutes after. I listened as gondola passed outside, 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, please, can I take in it off ? " She reached for me. The condom seemed like a toy to her. " I think I'd like to feel it shooting inside me without this thing. "

" wellspring get on the pill and there will be no penury for safety. Be careful that the fuzz don't get caught as you roll it upward. "

She giggled, " Is this OK ? ", she gently rolled the rubber back toward the end making sure my pubic hairs weren't pulled. I nodded. Upon getting it off, she gave me a mischevious smell, and quickly sucked the head of my cock into her mouth. She looked into my eyes and was smiling as she sucked and licked me. " Mmmmmm, I wondered what it tasted like, " she ran her tongue up its shrinking length.

" fountainhead ? "

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

" How about I stop back next hebdomad, and we can discover out ? ", I responded, putting my work force again between her thighs and gently finger her.

" Oh, yes ! Next Wednesday ? I'll sports meeting you just east of here at 10:00, is that OK ? There's a playing area entranceway. Do you know where it is ? " I indicated I was parked there now. " My Brother will be working and we could have fun the stallion day. Please say you'll be there. "

" Sure, I'll be there ", and I fully intended to. Just as I intended to stop 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 trap, tomorrow or future week. 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 memories.