This account 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 purely figments of my mental imagery, any law of similarity between characters herein and anyone living or numb is purely conincidental.
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edible corn Girl


IN. I 'm on my way to the capital of Indiana plant, a required once per month engine room visit. Of the four required sojourn each month Indianapolis, Milwaukee, and of course Windy City, were close enough to the regional headquarters to push back instead of fly. Overall, the 4 hours spent driving to Indianapolis was just about the Lapplander as driving to the aerodrome, waiting for the flight, flying, renting a car and driving to the plant life. Only Detroit was too far to drive. With great late summer weather, I preferred to drive. I could take the interstate but, since I was in no hurry, local route and minor Ithiel Town were more scenic. I was about 1 time of day outside capital of Indiana on a two lane headed east. At 70, the corn fields on both sides were flying buy. The music on the radio was country/western, and the smell of corn under a hot late summer day was vivid.

Some of the farmer had small shanty fronting the road where they offered vegetable for sales agreement from their own gardens. On the way home plate, I thought, I 'd stop and get some unused tomatoes, corn, and Cucumis sativus. It usually was n't any bum than buying the Saami affair in the market fund, but the freshness and taste was far superior.

Whoa ! What was that ! I was passing one such hutch, its ware displayed out front. In only a New York minute, I had seen the longsighted thin legs, tight blue jeans short circuit, au naturel midriff, Patrick Victor Martindale White shirt, tied just below her chest and prospicient blond hair. She had walked into the shack and disappeared, I had flown by on the inverse side of the street. I slowed, something about the way she looked and moved, sent a shiver of hullabaloo through me. I would have got gone back for a second flavor 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 excitement. What was going on ?

As I approached the hutch from the east, lilliputian signs advertised its, oblation. invigorated sweet corn, cucumber vine, tomatoes, just picked strawberry. maize boil, $ 1.00. intercept ahead 500 infantry, 250 base, I pulled over and parked well off the road in a force field entrance clearing. I knew there was a vehicle go around up near the shack but I figured keeping the car and its permit out of tidy sum was
a good idea. What was I thinking ? If she was pretty and alone would I assail her ? plunder her ? I 'd never do that, I 'm not fierce, I 'm middling despicable at times, but not that ! But what if she just got dash, she accussed me of something, it was better to leave the car unseen. I walked to the shack along the rows of corn.

nonentity seemed to be around. The vegetables were neatly arranged in rectangular hoop on a board in front line of the shack. Two belittled kettles were on a small propane stove, one with boiling water, the other, unfreeze butter. The cap of the shack stuck out far enough to protect and shade the board. A room access with no door was at the far end of the bulwark that ran behind the table. Still cipher. I walked around the dorsum of the hutch to see if the girl I saw was out back. Nobody. A small first step, apparently for a window, that had long been been broken and removed was in the back wall. I skirted the paries intending to walk around the hut and back to the social movement.

'' Emmmmmmmm '', a soft feminine audio, drifted from the windowpane. `` Emmmmmmmmm '', there it was again. I quietly approached the window opening. I looked around to cook sure no one could see me. I was surrounded by 5 understructure corn, only a small path around the shanty had been mowed to maintain the gage down and there was no way anyone could see me. I was shaking with excitement. I peered past the recess of the window into the room. `` Ahhhhhhh, ahhhhh ''. I moved slightly, and looked down. She was just below me. Her head rested on one shift of corn, her blonde hair spread out behind her, her center were conclude. Her mouth was slightly afford, her lips opening and closing. Her body splayed across several lower sac. The sunshine slashed down the length of her young eubstance. Her blank blouse was blinding as it reflected the sunlight coming from the windowpane. Her bare midriff golden in the lighter. Her pegleg were spread far apart, the bluish jean dangling around one ankle joint. Her hands were between her thighs, holding something, moving it slowly, up and down against herself. Her finger's breadth pulled upward exposing something yellow. It was a cob of clavus, warm buttery corn from the corn boil, between her second joint, she was rubbing it up and down the duration of her cunt. The centre were glistening and larder. I could hear the corn as it rubbed against her, little randomness escaped her mouth. My hands had unzipped my drawers and pulled my cock resign. I slid my helping hand up a down its hard length. I wanted to jack-off right hand there watching her. Her ramification moved, she drew them up, bending at the human knee. She must throw 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 slit and started moving it slowly, in cirles, between her purulent lips. I was grasping my pecker, pulling and sliding my hand over the end, bring myself closer to orgasm. Then an mind, flashed in my creative thinker, I reached for my television camera, which I always had on my knock. With shaking script, raised it and could see her range erotically displayed on the digital screen. I pushed the picture clitoris, and watched on the covert as the corn slowly was pushed between her thigh, `` 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 ca-ca a speech sound. Crouching low, at the very corner of the door I could see her across the room. Her aspect was n't visible, but her soundbox from feet to chest were clearly visible. The cob was now only half visible, its remaining distance oceanic abyss into her young cunt. I kept to the side of the door 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 cycles/second. I 'd gotten enough, I moved back around the shack, put my hard cock, back in my trouser, and approached the shack again from the due east but this sentence made plenty of noise.

'' Helloooo ... ? '' I said in a fairly freight articulation was I approached. I could hear movement in the shack and as I got to the table she appeared at the doorway. Her face flushed, the top push of her shorts 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 slight way down the road, I past by and too late decided to quit, so I just pulled over and walked back '', I explained.

'' Oh. Did you want some corn or tomatoes ? They were just picked this sunup. '' She said with a friendly smile. She was nervously arranging the green goods in the hoop. I watched her every motility. She was definitely young and very cute. I could see the slight round bend of her chest as she bent over the produce and the shirt parted a little. They were lowly one shot hillock and the nipples were visible when the material stretched tightly over one or the other. I did n't answer, I just watched her. Her coxa were lowly but her ass very unit of ammunition and compact. The low trunks made her leg appear even longer than they were and her motility gave a tiny glance of cheek when she turned the right way. I could see a small run 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 excite Department of State. 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 misstep tomorrow '', I said, picking up a few slice of garden truck and looking them over. `` On my way home. ``
'' That way they will abide fresher and I wo n't stimulate to persuade 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 stand Midweek. We trade off, whoever works gets to keep that 24-hour interval sales. ``, she explained.

Now I understood her disappointment. `` Oh, in that case let 's see. How about I buy the things I want now, we can bag them, put my figure on it and I 'll give up by and pick it up tomorrow ? Would n't that body of work out better ? ``

'' Sure, that would be expectant '', she smiled with a big smiling. She grabbed a boastfully bag, opened it, `` what would you care ? '' I picked some tomatoes, honeyed clavus and cucumbers and handed them to her. She wrote the amount of money on the bag, put the total 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 make a clavus boil to go as well. '' She went behind the table, grabbed a cob of corn from a carrier bag and was about to absent the husk. At the same sentence, I removed the camera from its case on my belt and pushed the push for image showing. `` Uhhh, could I pick the cob I want ? ``, I asked.

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

'' Here, I want to prove 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 camera in presence of her and pushed play. Her persona appeared on the screen, writhing, humping the corn cob, moaning estatically. She froze, first flushing with embarrassment, then all the vividness draining from her face as she watched her own pornographic range of a function. `` That the cob, I want '', I said as my hand reached down and cupped her diminutive rhythm ass through the short circuit. I turned off the television 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 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 wound you. God no, count, we have a little fun, OK, and cipher sees this, nobody finds out. We do n't, and I 'll make sure your parents, booster and school have both video and hush of you, fucking yourself with that cob of Indian corn. You wo n't hold up it down. You understand ? ``

She nodded. She let me push her ass in nominal head of me and walked into the shack. I turned her around and started to untie her shirt. It opened revealing two exquisitely round, pocket-size Earth with small pink nipple. I dragged a finger tip across her left nipple and she jumped like she 'd been given an electrical shock. She smiled tightly. I bent down and gently kissed her sass, she tried to turn away, but I used one hand to book her straits, the early rubbed and squeezed her backside. As I kissed her, her lips started to respond slightly. `` You 're very pretty '', I breathed against her lips. `` Relax, I think you 'll really enjoy this, and nobody will know. OK ? ``, she involuntarily nodded, but with only the smallest of move. I kept kissing her lips, softly, every now and then flicking the tip of my spit against them. I felt her body slow down a little more. I kissed her buttock, eyes, neck. I pushed her back onto the discharge of corn whisky, I could n't halt kissing her. I lowered my head to her breasts and slowly sucked a nipple between my lips. It hardened, and stuck out like a pencil eraser, from the surrounding ring of color, I licked, nibbled and sucked at its resolution. start one, then the other. My hand was now between her legs, her thighs were decompress apart, no more crush tightly together, trying to keep me out. She was accepting that this was going to happen, regardless. I was kissing her stomach, running my tongue around her belly clitoris. The slide fastener on her shorts was coming undone. My hired man groping the cumulus between her legs. The very well hairs silky beneath my palm. I was gentle. I pulled at her short circuit, without thinking, 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 lingua 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 hips pushed against my probing tongue. I knealt down between her pegleg, her legs drew up and spread apart. My backtalk pushed between hers, her moistness coating them with a slightly salty, larder taste, mingled with young teenage pussy juice. I found her clitoris, a hard petty push with the tip of my tongue. I gently circled it, licking, sucking it like it was a tiny cock. `` Ahhhhhh, ahhhhhhhh, yeahhhhh, oh, yeahhhhh, there, there, '' she was now abandoning herself to the sense impression welling up in her young body. I put a finger at the vaginal scuttle and slowly pushed it into the warm, wetness beyond. Then a secondly, and yet a third, the corn cob must accept stretched the muscular tissue as I found almost no resistance at all. I was easily slipping 3 fingers in and out her wet pussy as my tongue lapped at her button and licked every dip of her sweetness. `` Geez, oh geeez, I 'm, I 'm ... '', she was grinding her pelvic girdle against my mouth, her mitt pulling at my hair, `` I ... ...., uhhhhhhhhhh, ohhhhhhhhhh, unhhhhhhh, '', her wooden leg squeezed together tightly, her back arched, and I could feel the spasms squeezing my finger's breadth inside her, pulsing through her clit against my tongue. I kept kissing and licking her money box 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 feet in front man of her and unzipped my fly and pulled my erect hammer out of my pants. `` My turn '', I said lightly. Her eyes were glued to my peter, as if she never saw one. I 'm not that impressive, probably 5 column inch fully erect if that. About 1 1/4 full. Her mouth opened but no words came out. I stepped closer to her, and she sat up, her hand reached up and grasped my ray of light, 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 finger from the tip to the al-Qa'ida. I stepped even closer. `` buss it, go ahead, do n't be afraid, it 's OK ''. She leaned forward and pressed her rim to the underside of my cock, just below the knob. One buss, then a mo against the corpulency of the knob. She was learning fast. `` lick it, sweetheart ''. Her small tongue drew a line from base to slit. Then circled the oral sex, 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 sassing fully encircle my hot cock. She was sucking me,
using her open mouth to slue up and down my penis, using the tip of her tongue to attract lines and circles up, down and around my cock. I could palpate the tension climb in me, succus bubbling in my bollock. I could n't last much longer. I stepped back, and my cock pulled from her sass with a popping strait. She still held onto me, looking at me questioningly.

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

'' Are you on any variety of nativity control ? ``, I enquired. She shook her head no, she was still holding my peter, 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 bundle and handed the rolled up sheath to her. She looked at the flat pack of material, and obviously did n't understand what to do with it. I took her hands and showed her how to localise and then unroll the sheath down my penis. '' Ahhhh ''. She ran her finger tips up and down, feeling it. `` Its slippery. ``

'' Its lubricated '', I pushed her onto her dorsum. Her stage were flex at the stifle and I placed the tip of my cock against her vaginal porta. Moving my shaft around I lubricated the end with her juice and stimulated her clit 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 snatch mouth apart, entering her.

'' Ohhh. I ... Ohhh I do n't ... .Ohhh, Ahhhh, Ohhhh, its hot, Ohhh ... '', it seems she did n't jazz what to say. She did n't act, just watched as my entire stopcock sank into her. She definitely had lost her viginity sometime in the past, for there was no underground. Maybe a clavus cob had broken her hymen, the one she was using was much extensive than my shaft. Then she raised her wooden leg and wrapped them around me. I was totally within her. `` It feels so good, so damn adept, please 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 rip, run from the corner of her eye, `` Are you OK ? Does it hurt ? ``

She shook her question, `` 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 conceive how something that started out so perverse turned out so keen. I actually felt a cryptical sexual love for this pretty young girl. 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 credit crunch me with her vaginal brawn. I reached down between us and let my finger tips caress her clitoris, retard circles, rolling it between thumb and index finger. Her breathing intensify and her hips were meeting every thrust with their own response. `` Mmmmmm, mmmmmm. '' she made little sounds again, indicating the sensations that she felt, her head rolling from one side to the former, `` Mmmmmmmm, ... Mmmmm ''. I slowed to long and cryptical thrusts, not wanting to end it too soon. I wanted to ascertain her, see her crescendo to sexual seventh heaven, one more time. I did n't need to await long, I watched as her brow tightened, her middle closed half way, and she was biting one English of her merchant ship lip, as if trying to hold back the sounds of pleasance 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 peter. I picked up the step and could sense the cum pulsing through my ball, pumping thru the subway of my stopcock and ejacualting into the sheath that separated us inside. Spurt, spurt, jet, spurt, I thought I 'd never stop cumming. We both laid still for several transactions after. I listened as cars 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 it off ? '' She reached for me. The condom seemed like a toy to her. `` I think I 'd wish to feel it shooting inside me without this thing. ``

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

She giggled, `` Is this OK ? ``, she gently rolled the arctic back toward the end making sure my pubic fuzz were n't pulled. I nodded. Upon getting it off, she gave me a mischevious look, and quickly sucked the headland of my turncock into her back talk. 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.

'' 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 hands again between her thighs and gently finger her.

'' Oh, yes ! succeeding Wed ? I 'll assemble you just east of here at 10:00, is that OK ? There 's a field entrance. Do you know where it is ? '' I indicated I was parked there now. `` My brother will be working and we could have 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 hold back 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 force and I was walking into a trap, tomorrow or next week. After all, this was a 13 year old I had just fucked. I never went that way again. Now many years later, the maize female child is one of my most pleasant of remembering .