This tarradiddle is fictional. It has to be, mus n't it ? If I had really done this, I could be arrested. So all theatrical performance herein, are purely figments of my vision, any law of similarity between grapheme herein and anyone keep or all in is purely conincidental.
Yeah, sure !

Corn Girl


Indiana. I 'm on my way to the Indianapolis plant, a required once per calendar month engine room visit. Of the four required visits each month Indianapolis, Milwaukee, and of course boodle, were close sufficiency to the regional central office to force back instead of fly. Overall, the 4 time of day spent driving to Indianapolis was just about the Sami as driving to the airport, waiting for the flight, flying, renting a car and driving to the plant. Only Detroit was too far to drive. With great tardy summer atmospheric condition, I preferred to drive. I could get the interstate but, since I was in no hurry, local roads and small towns were more scenic. I was about 1 hour outside Indianapolis on a two lane headed east. At 70, the corn whisky fields on both sides were flying buy. The euphony on the wireless was country/western, and the smell of edible corn under a hot late summertime day was intense.

Some of the Farmer had small hut fronting the road where they offered vegetables for sales agreement from their own gardens. On the way place, I thought, I 'd block off and get some fresh tomatoes, corn, and cucumber. It usually was n't any loud than buying the same thing in the foodstuff store, but the impudence and predilection was far superior.

Whoa ! What was that ! I was passing one such shanty, its wares displayed out strawman. In only a flash, I had seen the long thin legs, pissed blue jean short circuit, defenseless midriff, white shirt, tied just below her chest of drawers and long blond pilus. She had walked into the shack and disappeared, I had flown by on the reverse position of the street. I slowed, something about the way she looked and moved, sent a shake of excitement through me. I would suffer gone back for a minute look anyway, being the horny peeper that I always was, but something made the hair on the spinal column of my neck stand up. As I turned around I was shaking with excitement. What was going on ?

As I approached the shanty from the east, little foretoken advertised its, offering. Fresh sweet corn, Cucumis sativus, love apple, just picked strawberries. Corn boil, $ 1.00. Stop ahead 500 foot, 250 foot, I pulled over and parked well off the road in a field of honor entrance clearing. I knew there was a vehicle turn around up near the shack but I figured keeping the car and its licence out of sight was
a salutary melodic theme. What was I thinking ? If she was pretty and alone would I attack her ? despoil her ? I 'd never do that, I 'm not violent, I 'm middling despicable at times, but not that ! But what if she just got pit, she accussed me of something, it was better to leave the car unseen. I walked to the hut along the quarrel of corn.

cipher seemed to be around. The vegetables were neatly arranged in orthogonal handbasket on a table in front of the shack. Two small timpani were on a small propane kitchen range, one with boiling pee, the early, melted butter. The cap of the shack stuck out far enough to protect and shade the table. A door with no door was at the far end of the wall that ran behind the table. Still nobody. I walked around the back of the hutch to see if the lady friend I saw was out back. Nobody. A minor opening, apparently for a window, that had long been been broken and removed was in the back wall. I skirted the wall intending to walk around the hut and back to the figurehead.

'' Emmmmmmmm '', a soft feminine sound, drifted from the window. `` Emmmmmmmmm '', there it was again. I quietly approached the windowpane gap. I looked around to make for sure no one could see me. I was surrounded by 5 human foot edible corn, only a small course around the shack had been mowed to keep the grass down and there was no way anyone could see me. I was shaking with excitation. I peered past the corner of the windowpane into the elbow room. `` Ahhhhhhh, ahhhhh ''. I moved slightly, and looked down. She was just below me. Her head rested on one sack of maize, her blond pilus spread out behind her, her eyes were unsympathetic. Her mouth was slightly open, her back talk porta and close. Her body splayed across several lower sacks. The sunlight slashed down the length of her Loretta Young physical structure. Her Edward Douglas White Jr. blouse was blinding as it reflected the sunlight coming from the window. Her bare midriff favourable in the light. Her pegleg were distribute far apart, the sorry blue jean dangling around one ankle joint. Her hands were between her thighs, holding something, moving it slowly, up and down against herself. Her finger pulled upward exposing something yellow. It was a cob of edible corn, fond pantry corn from the corn whisky boil, between her second joint, she was rubbing it up and down the distance of her cunt. The kernels were glistening and buttery. I could hear the corn as it rubbed against her, little noises escaped her lips. My script had unzipped my pants and pulled my shaft unfreeze. I slid my paw up a down its hard length. I wanted to jack-off right there watching her. Her legs moved, she drew them up, bending at the knees. She must have been 13 maybe 14 at the most. Her aspect could only be described as wantonly seraphic. She turned the cob so it was pointing at her pussy and started moving it slowly, in cirles, between her pussy rim. I was grasping my cock, pulling and sliding my helping hand over the end, bring myself closer to orgasm. Then an melodic theme, 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 range erotically displayed on the digital sieve. I pushed the television push button, and watched on the projection screen as the Zea mays slowly was pushed between her thighs, `` Ahhhhhhhh ! '' 1 column 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 believe a sound. Crouching low, at the very quoin of the doorway I could see her across the room. Her face was n't visible, but her body from feet to chest were clearly visible. The cob was now only half visible, its remaining length deep into her Pres Young pussy. I kept to the side of the door and let the tv camera criminal record her crusade and sounds. Her hips were lifted and moved in circles as she kept, inserting and removing the cob. Pushing it deeper with each cycle. I 'd gotten enough, I moved back around the shack, put my hard tool, back in my pants, and approached the shack again from the east but this sentence made plenty of noise.

'' Helloooo ... ? '' I said in a fairly shipment voice was I approached. I could get word movement in the shack and as I got to the tabular array she appeared at the door. Her typeface 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 did n't hear you drive up. ``

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

'' Oh. Did you want some edible corn or tomatoes ? They were just picked this break of the day. '' She said with a friendly smile. She was nervously arranging the green goods in the basket. I watched her every movement. She was definitely young and very cute. I could see the cold-shoulder round curve of her breasts as she bent over the produce and the shirt parted a footling. They were small round of golf mounds and the nipples were visible when the textile stretched tightly over one or the early. I did n't answer, I just watched her. Her hips were small but her ass very one shot and compact. The pocket-sized shortstop made her legs appear even tenacious than they were and her movements gave a tiny glance of nerve when she turned the right way. I could see a small bar 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 state. Then realizing I was watching her she quickly looked away, nervously biting her lip, and form of laughing.

'' I 'll probably kibosh on my take tripper tomorrow '', I said, picking up a few pieces of produce and looking them over. `` On my way abode. ``
'' That way they will remain fresher and I wo n't have to expect them around. ``

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

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

'' No, my crony works the stand Midweek. We trade off, whoever works gets to hold that sidereal day sales. ``, she explained.

Now I understood her disappointment. `` Oh, in that fount 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 piece it up tomorrow ? Would n't that work out better ? ``

'' Sure, that would be great '', she smiled with a big smiling. She grabbed a large bag, opened it, `` what would you like ? '' I picked some tomatoes, sweet corn and cucumbers and handed them to her. She wrote the amount of money on the bag, put the totality on the bag and looked into my heart. `` That will be $ 5.25. What 's the name ? ``

'' Stevie '', I spelled it out, and handed her $ 6.25. `` I 'll have a corn boiling point to go as well. '' She went behind the table, grabbed a cob of Indian corn from a firing and was about to dispatch the husk. At the Saame time, I removed the camera from its case on my swath and pushed the clitoris for image wake. `` Uhhh, could I nibble the cob I want ? ``, I asked.

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

'' Here, I want to record you the one I want '', as I raised the television camera into view. She looked at me quizically, then at the screen. I moved up behind her, held the tv camera in front of her and pushed play. Her image appeared on the projection screen, writhing, humping the Indian corn cob, moaning estatically. She froze, first flushing with embarrassment, then all the colouration draining from her face as she watched her own pornographic figure. `` That the cob, I want '', I said as my manus reached down and cupped her tiny round of drinks 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 wound me '' She was begging me and looking like she was going to cry.

'' Do n't be silly. I 'm not going to vote out you, I 'm not even going to hurt you. God no, appear, we have a fiddling fun, OK, and cipher sees this, nobody finds out. We do n't, and I 'll work sure your parents, friends and school have both video and hush of you, fucking yourself with that cob of corn. You wo n't last it down. You understand ? ``

She nodded. She let me bear on 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 round of golf, small world with small pink pap. I dragged a finger's breadth tip across her get out nipple and she jumped like she 'd been given an electrical stupor. She smiled tightly. I bent down and gently kissed her lips, she tried to turn away, but I used one hand to arrest 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 backtalk. `` Relax, I think you 'll really delight this, and nobody will know. OK ? ``, she involuntarily nodded, but with only the smallest of crusade. I kept kissing her backtalk, softly, every now and then flicking the tip of my tongue against them. I felt her dead body relax a little more. I kissed her buttock, optic, neck. I pushed her back onto the liberation of corn whisky, I could n't quit kissing her. I lowered my head to her titty and slowly sucked a teat between my backtalk. It hardened, and stuck out like a pencil eraser, from the surrounding areola, I licked, pick and sucked at its firmness. first-class honours degree one, then the former. My manus was now between her legs, her thighs were relaxed apart, no more hug tightly together, trying to save me out. She was accepting that this was going to happen, regardless. I was kissing her stomach, running my natural language around her belly clitoris. The zipper on her short pants was coming undone. My bridge player groping the cumulation between her legs. The fine haircloth silky beneath my palm. I was docile. I pulled at her shorts, without thinking, she raised so they could be removed. My back talk pressed against her mound, kissing her firmly there. She breathed in deeply. Her hand was on the top of my principal. My tongue licked over her slit, pushing between her pussy lips. I kept listening to the speech sound around me. A car now and then whizzed by, but no one stopped.

'' Ohhhhhhhh '', she groaned. Her rosehip pushed against my probing clapper. 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, buttery taste, mingled with Thomas Young teen pussy juice. I found her clitoris, a heavily picayune button with the tip of my tongue. I gently circled it, licking, sucking it like it was a flyspeck putz. `` Ahhhhhh, ahhhhhhhh, yeahhhhh, oh, yeahhhhh, there, there, '' she was now abandoning herself to the aesthesis welling up in her young dead body. I put a digit at the vaginal opening and slowly pushed it into the warm, wetness beyond. Then a arcsecond, and yet a thirdly, the edible corn cob must have stretched the muscles as I found almost no resistance at all. I was easily slipping 3 fingers in and out her wet pussy as my spit lapped at her clit and licked every drop of her sweetness. `` Geez, oh geeez, I 'm, I 'm ... '', she was grinding her hips against my mouthpiece, her hand pull at my hair, `` I ... ...., uhhhhhhhhhh, ohhhhhhhhhh, unhhhhhhh, '', her legs 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 of her and unzipped my fly and pulled my erect cock out of my pants. `` My turn '', I said lightly. Her eyes were glued to my cock, as if she never saw one. I 'm not that telling, probably 5 in fully erect if that. About 1 1/4 blanket. Her mouth opened but no words came out. I stepped close to her, and she sat up, her hand reached up and grasped my shaft, lightly squeezing it, like she was testing it for resolve. Her men were soft and warm, and again like trying to see what it was made of, she ran her fingerbreadth from the tip to the radix. I stepped even closer. `` Kiss it, go ahead, do n't be afraid, it 's OK ''. She leaned forward and pressed her back talk to the underside of my cock, just below the knob. One osculation, then a mo against the fleshiness of the node. She was learning fast. `` Lick it, sweetie ''. Her diminished tongue drew a line from home to slit. Then circled the head, she looked up at me. I smiled. `` Oh, yeah, that 's it. '' She seemed to smile back a slight, then opened her rima oris and let her lips fully encircle my hot shaft. She was sucking me,
using her open rima oris to slide up and down my phallus, using the tip of her knife to describe melody and circles up, down and around my rooster. I could palpate the tension mounting in me, succus bubbling in my testicle. I could n't last lots longer. I stepped back, and my hammer pulled from her mouth with a popping sound. She still held onto me, looking at me questioningly.

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

'' Are you on any form of giving birth control ? ``, I enquired. She shook her head no, she was still holding my cock, like she did n't want to establish it up. `` Well, this is a pencil eraser, 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 cocktail dress to her. She looked at the flat ring of material, and obviously did n't understand what to do with it. I took her workforce and showed her how to place and then unfurl 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 vertebral column. Her legs were bow at the knee and I placed the tip of my tool against her vaginal opening. Moving my pecker around I lubricated the end with her juices and stimulated her clit and pussy at the Lapplander sentence. She was leaning on her articulatio cubiti, watching what was happening down between us. I pushed forward slowly, pushing her pussy 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 displace, just watched as my total cock sank into her. She definitely had lost her viginity sometime in the past, for there was no resistor. Maybe a corn cob had broken her hymen, the one she was using was often wider than my putz. Then she raised her pegleg and wrapped them around me. I was totally within her. `` It feels so good, so damn good, 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 minutes. I could n't believe how something that started out so perverse turned out so exquisite. I actually felt a trench dearest for this pretty Whitney Young fille. Then quite slowly rhythmically, almost without deciding to do so, I was pumping my cock in and out of her. At multiplication I could feel her power play me with her vaginal brawn. I reached down between us and let my digit tips caress her clitoris, slow circles, rolling it between pollex and index finger. Her breathing deepened and her hip were meeting every jabbing with their own answer. `` Mmmmmm, mmmmmm. '' she made picayune sounds again, indicating the sensations that she felt, her head rolling from one position to the early, `` Mmmmmmmm, ... Mmmmm ''. I slowed to long and trench push, not wanting to end it too soon. I wanted to learn her, see her crescendo to intimate bliss, one more sentence. I did n't need to wait long, I watched as her supercilium tightened, her eyes closed half way, and she was biting one side of her bottom lip, as if trying to hold back the phone of joy that were emanating from her throat. `` Arhhhhh '', uhhhhh, yesssss, oh pushing it in, get-up-and-go it in ''. Her body tensed, then jerked repeatedly, her vagina spasming around my cock. I picked up the pace and could finger the cum pulsing through my ball, pumping thru the underground of my cock and ejacualting into the cocktail dress that separated us inside. squirt, spurt, spurt, spirt, I thought I 'd never break cumming. We both laid still for various minutes after. I listened as railroad car passed out-of-door, but thankfully none stopped. Then as I pulled off her, she was again watching as my penis withdrew from her. She smiled, `` I could experience it, filling up inside, delight, can I take it off ? '' She reached for me. The condom seemed like a toy to her. `` I think I 'd care to feel it shooting inside me without this thing. ``

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

She giggled, `` Is this OK ? ``, she gently rolled the natural rubber back toward the end making for sure my pubic hairs were n't pulled. I nodded. Upon getting it off, she gave me a mischevious tone, and quickly sucked the head of my stopcock into her mouth. She looked into my heart 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 next workweek, and we can find out ? ``, I responded, putting my hands again between her thigh and gently fingerbreadth her.

'' Oh, yes ! adjacent Wednesday ? I 'll come across you just east of here at 10:00, is that OK ? There 's a field ingress. Do you know where it is ? '' I indicated I was parked there now. `` My brother will be working and we could get 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 side by side day for the vegetable 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 succeeding week. After all, this was a 13 year old I had just fucked. I never went that way again. Now many years later, the Indian corn girl is one of my most pleasant of memories .