This story is fictional. It has to be, mus n't it ? If I had really done this, I could be arrested. So all representations herein, are strictly figments of my imagination, any similarity between characters herein and anyone living or dead is purely conincidental.
Yeah, sure !

Corn girl


Indiana. I 'm on my way to the Indianapolis plant, a need once per month technology visit. Of the four required visit each month capital of Indiana, Milwaukee, and of path stops, were close sufficiency to the regional home office to drive instead of fly. Overall, the 4 hours spent driving to Indianapolis was just about the same as driving to the aerodrome, waiting for the flight, flying, renting a car and driving to the works. Only Detroit was too far to labour. With great latterly summer weather condition, I preferred to drive. I could charter the interstate but, since I was in no haste, local roads and small townspeople were Sir Thomas More scenic. I was about 1 hr outside Indianapolis on a two lane headed east. At 70, the corn field of force on both side of meat were flying buy. The music on the receiving set was country/western, and the smell of corn under a hot late summer day was intense.

Some of the Fannie Farmer had lowly shacks fronting the road where they offered veggie for sale from their own gardens. On the way house, I thought, I 'd stop and get some wise tomatoes, corn, and cuke. It usually was n't any cheaper than buying the same matter in the grocery store, but the freshness and taste was far superior.

Whoa ! What was that ! I was passing one such hut, its wares displayed out front. In only a flash, I had seen the hanker slenderize legs, tight blue jeans shorts, naked midriff, white shirt, tied just below her breast and hanker blond hair. She had walked into the hutch and disappeared, I had flown by on the diametrical face of the street. I slowed, something about the way she looked and moved, sent a tingle of excitement through me. I would take gone back for a mo aspect anyway, being the horny voyeur 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 excitement. What was going on ?

As I approached the shack from the east, petty signs advertised its, offerings. smart sweet corn, Cucumis sativus, tomatoes, just picked strawberries. clavus boil, $ 1.00. give up ahead 500 feet, 250 feet, I pulled over and parked well off the road in a area entrance glade. I knew there was a vehicle spell around up near the shack but I figured keeping the car and its license out of passel was
a good estimate. What was I thinking ? If she was pretty and alone would I attack her ? Rape her ? I 'd never do that, I 'm not red, I 'm pretty despicable at meter, but not that ! But what if she just got scare off, she accussed me of something, it was better to leave the car unseen. I walked to the shack along the course of corn.

cipher seemed to be around. The vegetables were neatly arranged in rectangular baskets on a mesa in front of the shack. Two minor kettles were on a lowly propane stove, one with boiling water supply, the early, dissolve butter. The ceiling of the hut stuck out far enough to protect and shade the table. A doorway with no door was at the far end of the wall that ran behind the table. Still nobody. I walked around the backrest of the hovel to see if the girl I saw was out back. Nobody. A small scuttle, apparently for a windowpane, that had long been been broken and removed was in the back wall. 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 windowpane possible action. I looked around to make sure no one could see me. I was surrounded by 5 foot clavus, only a lowly path around the shack had been mowed to keep the weeds down and there was no way anyone could see me. I was shaking with upheaval. I peered past the corner of the windowpane into the room. `` Ahhhhhhh, ahhhhh ''. I moved slightly, and looked down. She was just below me. Her head rested on one pocket of corn, her blond hair spread out behind her, her eyes were unopen. Her mouth was slightly open, her lips opening and closing. Her body splayed across several lower carrier bag. The sunshine slashed down the distance of her young physical structure. Her white blouse was blinding as it reflected the sunshine coming from the window. Her bare midriff golden in the light. Her legs were spread far apart, the blue jeans dangling around one ankle joint. Her hands were between her thighs, holding something, moving it slowly, up and down against herself. Her fingers pulled upward exposing something sensationalistic. It was a cob of corn, warm up buttery maize from the corn boil, between her second joint, she was rubbing it up and down the length of her cunt. The substance were glistening and buttery. I could hear the corn as it rubbed against her, little noises escaped her lips. My hand had unzipped my drawers and pulled my cock free. I slid my hand up a down its unvoiced duration. I wanted to jack-off right field there watching her. Her pegleg moved, she drew them up, bending at the knees. She must induce been 13 maybe 14 at the most. Her face could only be described as wantonly angelic. She turned the cob so it was pointing at her pussy and started moving it slowly, in cirles, between her cunt lips. I was grasping my peter, pulling and sliding my mitt over the end, bring myself close to orgasm. Then an idea, flashed in my mind, I reached for my camera, which I always had on my belt. With shaking hands, raised it and could see her image erotically displayed on the digital screen. I pushed the video button, and watched on the screenland 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 possible, I snuck around to the doorway, trying to not make a sound. Crouching low, at the very quoin of the threshold I could see her across the way. Her face was n't visible, but her eubstance from understructure to chest were clearly visible. The cob was now only half seeable, its remaining distance deeply into her young pussy. I kept to the side of the door and let the camera phonograph record her drive and sounds. Her hips were lifted and moved in rotary as she kept, inserting and removing the cob. Pushing it deeper with each oscillation. I 'd gotten enough, I moved back around the hovel, put my toilsome cock, back in my pants, and approached the shanty again from the Orient but this time made batch of noise.

'' Helloooo ... ? '' I said in a fairly incumbrance part was I approached. I could try movement in the shanty and as I got to the table she appeared at the room access. Her expression flushed, the top push button of her underdrawers still unbuttoned.

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

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

'' Oh. Did you want some clavus or tomato ? They were just picked this dayspring. '' She said with a favorable smile. She was nervously arranging the produce in the baskets. I watched her every move. She was definitely Lester Willis Young and very precious. I could see the slight round curve of her breasts as she bent over the produce and the shirt parted a little. They were small troll mounds and the nipples were visible when the material stretched tightly over one or the other. I did n't respond, I just watched her. Her hips were small but her ass very round of drinks and covenant. The small shorts made her legs seem even thirster than they were and her movements gave a flyspeck glimpse of buttock when she turned the rightfulness way. I could see a small streak of glistening moisture 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 res publica. Then realizing I was watching her she quickly looked away, nervously biting her lip, and sort of laughing.

'' I 'll probably stop on my return trip tomorrow '', I said, picking up a few while of green goods and looking them over. `` On my way base. ``
'' That way they will stay fresher and I wo n't have to carry them around. ``

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

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

'' No, my brother works the tie-up Wednesdays. We trade off, whoever works gets to keep that daylight sale. ``, she explained.

Now I understood her dashing hopes. `` Oh, in that case let 's see. How about I buy the thing 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 body of work out better ? ``

'' Sure, that would be great '', she smiled with a big grin. She grabbed a vauntingly bag, opened it, `` what would you wish ? '' I picked some tomato plant, sweet corn and cucumber and handed them to her. She wrote the amount on the bag, put the aggregate on the bag and looked into my oculus. `` 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 boil to go as well. '' She went behind the board, grabbed a cob of Zea mays from a sac and was about to remove the husk. At the Lapplander time, I removed the camera from its case on my bang and pushed the push for look-alike screening. `` Uhhh, could I pluck the cob I want ? ``, I asked.

'' Oh, certainly, meritless, they were all picked just this dawn. ``

'' Here, I want to show up you the one I want '', as I raised the photographic camera into aspect. She looked at me quizically, then at the screen. I moved up behind her, held the photographic camera in front of her and pushed swordplay. Her ikon appeared on the screen, writhing, humping the corn cob, moaning estatically. She froze, low flushing with plethora, then all the coloration draining from her face as she watched her own adult image. `` That the cob, I want '', I said as my manus reached down and cupped her tiny round ass through the shorts. 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 do n't kill me ... please do n't injure 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 little fun, OK, and nonentity sees this, nonentity finds out. We do n't, and I 'll make sure your parents, acquaintance and shoal have both video and still of you, fucking yourself with that cob of corn. You wo n'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 loosen her shirt. It opened revealing two exquisitely round, small globes with small pinko nipple. I dragged a digit tip across her lead nipple and she jumped like she 'd been given an electrical shock. She smiled tightly. I bent down and gently kissed her sassing, she tried to wrick away, but I used one hand to hold her brain, the early rubbed and squeezed her backside. As I kissed her, her lips started to react slightly. `` You 're very pretty '', I breathed against her lips. `` Relax, I think you 'll really enjoy this, and nonentity will know. OK ? ``, she involuntarily nodded, but with only the smallest of bowel 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 niggling More. I kissed her cheeks, oculus, neck. I pushed her back onto the sackful of maize, I could n't stop over kissing her. I lowered my read/write head to her breasts and slowly sucked a mammilla between my back talk. It hardened, and stuck out like a pencil eraser, from the surrounding ring of color, I licked, nibbled and sucked at its firmness of purpose. First one, then the former. My hand was now between her legs, her thighs were relaxed apart, no more twinge tightly together, trying to go along me out. She was accepting that this was going to occur, regardless. I was kissing her tum, running my spit around her belly button. The slide fastener on her drawers was coming undone. My hand groping the mound between her stage. The fine hairs silky beneath my laurel wreath. I was appease. I pulled at her shorts, without thought, she raised so they could be removed. My lips pressed against her mound, kissing her firmly there. She breathed in deeply. Her hand was on the top of my head. My tongue licked over her slit, pushing between her pussy lips. I kept listening to the sounds around me. A car now and then whizzed by, but no one stopped.

'' Ohhhhhhhh '', she groaned. Her rose hip pushed against my probing tongue. I knealt down between her legs, her stage drew up and disperse apart. My brim pushed between hers, her dampness coating them with a slightly salty, buttery taste, mingled with young teen snatch juice. I found her clitoris, a hard little clit with the tip of my tongue. I gently circled it, licking, sucking it like it was a diminutive cock. `` Ahhhhhh, ahhhhhhhh, yeahhhhh, oh, yeahhhhh, there, there, '' she was now abandoning herself to the sentiency 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 whisky cob must have stretched the brawniness as I found almost no resistance at all. I was easily slipping 3 fingerbreadth in and out her wet pussy as my tongue lapped at her clitoris and licked every cliff of her redolence. `` Geez, oh geeez, I 'm, I 'm ... '', she was grinding her pelvis against my mouth, her script pulling at my hair, `` I ... ...., uhhhhhhhhhh, ohhhhhhhhhh, unhhhhhhh, '', her branch squeezed together tightly, her back arched, and I could feel the spasms squeezing my fingers inside her, pulsing through her clit 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 elbows, watching me. I stood a few foundation in front of her and unzipped my fly and pulled my set up cock out of my pants. `` My turn '', I said lightly. Her eye were glued to my shaft, as if she never saw one. I 'm not that impressive, probably 5 in fully erect if that. About 1 1/4 astray. Her sassing opened but no words came out. I stepped nigh to her, and she sat up, her hired hand reached up and grasped my shaft, lightly squeezing it, like she was testing it for firmness. Her manus were soft and warm, and again like trying to see what it was made of, she ran her fingerbreadth from the tip to the base. I stepped even closer. `` osculation it, go ahead, do n't be afraid, it 's OK ''. She leaned forward and pressed her backtalk to the underside of my cock, just below the knob. One kiss, then a irregular against the fleshiness of the knob. She was learning fast. `` Lick it, sweetheart ''. Her minuscule glossa drew a wrinkle from understructure to slit. Then circled the fountainhead, she looked up at me. I smiled. `` Oh, yeah, that 's it. '' She seemed to smile back a slight, then opened her mouthpiece and let her back talk fully encircle my hot cock. She was sucking me,
using her open back talk to slide up and down my penis, using the tip of her clapper to pull lines and circles up, down and around my peter. I could feel the stress mounting in me, juices bubbling in my balls. I could n't last much longer. I stepped back, and my pecker pulled from her sass with a popping sound. She still held onto me, looking at me questioningly.

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

'' Are you on any human body of birth control ? ``, I enquired. She shook her head no, she was still holding my cock, like she did n't want to give it up. `` Well, this is a rubber, I 'll put it on so you ca n'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 stuff, and obviously did n't infer what to do with it. I took her handwriting and showed her how to station and then wind off the sheath down my penis. '' Ahhhh ''. She ran her fingerbreadth tips up and down, feeling it. `` Its slippery. ``

'' Its lubricated '', I pushed her onto her back. Her legs were bent at the stifle and I placed the tip of my cock against her vaginal scuttle. Moving my shaft around I lubricated the end with her succus and stimulated her clit and pussy at the Saami fourth dimension. She was leaning on her elbows, watching what was happening down between us. I pushed forward slowly, pushing her kitty-cat lips apart, entering her.

'' Ohhh. I ... Ohhh I do n't ... .Ohhh, Ahhhh, Ohhhh, its hot, Ohhh ... '', it seems she did n't know what to say. She did n't move, just watched as my entire shaft sank into her. She definitely had lost her viginity sometime in the past, for there was no resistance. Maybe a clavus cob had broken her maidenhead, the one she was using was often wider than my dick. Then she raised her legs and wrapped them around me. I was totally within her. `` It feels so good, so damn dear, delight do n't take it out '', she whispered.

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

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 hour. I could n't conceive how something that started out so perverse turned out so exquisite. I actually felt a deep love for this pretty young girlfriend. Then quite slowly rhythmically, almost without deciding to do so, I was pumping my pecker in and out of her. At times I could feel her squeeze me with her vaginal muscles. I reached down between us and let my digit tips caress her clitoris, slow circles, rolling it between thumb and indicator fingerbreadth. Her breathing compound and her hips were meeting every thrust with their own response. `` Mmmmmm, mmmmmm. '' she made piddling sounds again, indicating the sensations that she felt, her head rolling from one side to the other, `` Mmmmmmmm, ... Mmmmm ''. I slowed to retentive and deep thrusts, not wanting to end it too soon. I wanted to watch her, see her crescendo to sexual walking on air, one more clip. I did n't need to expect long, I watched as her forehead tightened, her optic closed half way, and she was biting one side of her bottom lip, as if trying to hold back the auditory sensation of pleasure that were emanating from her pharynx. `` Arhhhhh '', uhhhhh, yesssss, oh thrust 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 testicle, pumping thru the electron tube of my stopcock and ejacualting into the sheath that separated us inside. spirt, spurt, spurt, spirt, I thought I 'd never stop cumming. We both laid still for several arcminute after. I listened as elevator car passed outside, but thankfully none stopped. Then as I pulled off her, she was again watching as my member withdrew from her. She smiled, `` I could feel it, filling up inside, please, can I demand it off ? '' She reached for me. The condom seemed like a toy to her. `` I think I 'd like to palpate it shooting inside me without this matter. ``

'' well get on the birth control pill and there will be no indigence for safety. Be careful that the hair do n'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 hair's-breadth were n't pulled. I nodded. Upon getting it off, she gave me a mischevious look, and quickly sucked the headland of my cock into her backtalk. She looked into my oculus and was smiling as she sucked and licked me. `` Mmmmmm, I wondered what it tasted like, '' she ran her natural language 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 next week, and we can see out ? ``, I responded, putting my hired man again between her thighs and gently finger her.

'' Oh, yes ! next Wednesday ? I 'll meet you just east of here at 10:00, is that OK ? There 's a field entranceway. Do you experience where it is ? '' I indicated I was parked there now. `` My crony will be working and we could have fun the full day. Please say you 'll be there. ''

'' Sure, I 'll be there '', and I fully intended to. Just as I intended to stop the succeeding day for the vegetable I bought. But later I started thinking, what if she told some one what happened. What if they called the law and I was walking into a trap, tomorrow or next week. After all, this was a 13 yr 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 computer memory .