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 imaging, any similarity between fictional character herein and anyone bread and butter or deadened is purely conincidental.
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Corn Girl


Hoosier State. I 'm on my way to the Indianapolis plant, a required once per calendar month engine room visit. Of the four required visit each calendar month Indianapolis, Milwaukee, and of form Chicago, were close plenty to the regional headquarters to push back instead of fly. Overall, the 4 minute spent driving to Indianapolis was just about the same as driving to the drome, waiting for the flight, flying, renting a car and driving to the plant. Only Detroit was too far to beat back. With capital previous summertime weather, I preferred to labor. I could necessitate the interstate but, since I was in no hastiness, local roads and small towns were more scenic. I was about 1 hour outside capital of Indiana on a two lane headed east. At 70, the corn theatre on both incline 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 granger had small shacks fronting the road where they offered vegetables for cut-rate sale from their own gardens. On the way domicile, I thought, I 'd stop and get some impertinent tomato, corn, and cucumbers. It usually was n't any sleazy than buying the like thing in the grocery store, but the freshness and taste was far Superior.

Whoa ! What was that ! I was passing one such hovel, its wares displayed out front. In only a flash bulb, I had seen the long slenderize wooden leg, fast bluing dungaree underdrawers, naked midriff, white shirt, tied just below her chest and long blond hair. She had walked into the shack and disappeared, I had flown by on the opposite position of the street. I slowed, something about the way she looked and moved, sent a shiver of excitement through me. I would deliver gone back for a second looking at anyway, being the horny Peeping Tom that I always was, but something made the hair on the rear of my neck stand up. As I turned around I was shaking with fervor. What was going on ?

As I approached the shack from the east, piffling signs advertised its, offer. Fresh sweet Zea mays, cucumbers, tomato plant, just picked strawberries. Corn boiling point, $ 1.00. turn back ahead 500 feet, 250 foundation, I pulled over and parked well off the road in a field entry clearing. I knew there was a vehicle turn around up near the shack but I figured keeping the car and its license out of vision was
a secure idea. What was I thinking ? If she was pretty and alone would I attack her ? plunder her ? I 'd never do that, I 'm not violent, I 'm jolly despicable at times, but not that ! But what if she just got frighten away, she accussed me of something, it was better to leave the car spiritual domain. I walked to the shack along the rowing of corn.

cypher seemed to be around. The vegetables were neatly arranged in orthogonal basketful on a tabular array in figurehead of the hutch. Two small kettle were on a small propane range, one with boiling water supply, the other, melt down butter. The roof of the shack stuck out far enough to protect and shade the table. A doorway with no door was at the far end of the paries that ran behind the table. Still nonentity. I walked around the back of the shack to see if the girl I saw was out back. Nobody. A little initiative, apparently for a window, that had long been been broken and removed was in the cover wall. I skirted the bulwark intending to walk around the hovel and back to the presence.

'' Emmmmmmmm '', a soft feminine auditory sensation, drifted from the windowpane. `` Emmmmmmmmm '', there it was again. I quietly approached the window gap. I looked around to make sure no one could see me. I was surrounded by 5 foot corn, only a small itinerary around the hovel had been mowed to keep the weeds down and there was no way anyone could see me. I was shaking with excitement. 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 sack of corn, her blonde haircloth spread out behind her, her oculus were closed. Her mouth was slightly afford, her sass opening move and closing. Her organic structure splayed across several broken hammock. The sun slashed down the duration of her young body. Her white blouse was blinding as it reflected the sunlight coming from the window. Her bare midriff golden in the lighting. Her legs were spread far apart, the blue jeans dangling around one ankle. Her deal were between her thigh, holding something, moving it slowly, up and down against herself. Her finger's breadth pulled upward exposing something yellow. It was a cob of corn whiskey, fond buttery maize from the corn boiling point, between her second joint, she was rubbing it up and down the distance of her cunt. The substance were glistening and pantry. I could hear the corn as it rubbed against her, short disturbance escaped her lips. My hands had unzipped my pants and pulled my prick liberal. I slid my hand 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 genu. She must have been 13 maybe 14 at the most. Her brass 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 pussy lip. I was grasping my hammer, pulling and sliding my hand over the end, bring myself snug to orgasm. Then an estimate, flashed in my brain, I reached for my camera, which I always had on my belt. With shaking men, raised it and could see her picture erotically displayed on the digital screen. I pushed the video clit, and watched on the silver screen 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 make a speech sound. Crouching low, at the very corner of the doorway I could see her across the room. Her face was n't visible, but her body from metrical foot to chest were clearly visible. The cob was now only half seeable, its remaining length deep into her young snatch. I kept to the position of the doorway and let the photographic camera record her cause and phone. Her hip were lifted and moved in circles as she kept, inserting and removing the cob. Pushing it deeper with each cycle. I 'd puzzle enough, I moved back around the shanty, put my operose hammer, back in my bloomers, and approached the shack again from the east but this metre made plenty of noise.

'' Helloooo ... ? '' I said in a fairly load voice was I approached. I could hear trend in the shack and as I got to the table she appeared at the room access. Her face flushed, the top push of her boxers 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 corn or tomatoes ? They were just picked this morning. '' She said with a friendly smile. She was nervously arranging the produce in the baskets. I watched her every move. She was definitely young and very cute. I could see the slender round curve of her breasts as she bent over the produce and the shirt parted a lilliputian. They were small round mounds and the teat were seeable when the material stretched tightly over one or the other. I did n't respond, I just watched her. Her coxa were small but her ass very stave and powder compact. The lowly shorts made her branch seem even recollective than they were and her movements gave a tiny coup d'oeil of impudence when she turned the right way. I could see a small streak of glistening wet running down the interior of one thigh. `` Uh, '' she looked around, `` anything ? '' Her gaze dropped to my private parts 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 key trip tomorrow '', I said, picking up a few pieces of produce and looking them over. `` On my way home. ``
'' That way they will rest fresher and I wo n't have to have a bun in the oven them around. ``

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

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

'' No, my brother works the stand Wednesdays. We trade off, whoever works gets to keep that twenty-four hours cut-rate sale. ``, she explained.

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

'' Sure, that would be great '', she smiled with a big smiling. She grabbed a large bag, opened it, `` what would you wish ? '' I picked some love apple, angelic corn and cucumbers and handed them to her. She wrote the amounts on the bag, put the total on the bag and looked into my center. `` That will be $ 5.25. What 's the name ? ``

'' Stevie '', I spelled it out, and handed her $ 6.25. `` I 'll take a corn boil to go as well. '' She went behind the table, grabbed a cob of clavus from a dismission and was about to remove the husk. At the same prison term, I removed the camera from its character on my whang and pushed the push for image viewing. `` Uhhh, could I piece the cob I want ? ``, I asked.

'' Oh, sure, no-account, they were all picked just this morning. ``

'' Here, I want to show you the one I want '', as I raised the television camera into thought. She looked at me quizically, then at the screenland. I moved up behind her, held the camera in front of her and pushed playing period. Her image appeared on the screen, writhing, humping the edible corn cob, moaning estatically. She froze, kickoff flushing with embarrassment, then all the color draining from her face as she watched her own pornographic mental image. `` That the cob, I want '', I said as my hand 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 spill door.

'' But, ..but.., I.., please do n't pour down 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 ache you. God no, front, we have a little fun, OK, and cypher sees this, nobody finds out. We do n't, and I 'll score sure your parents, friends and school have both television and stills of you, fucking yourself with that cob of Indian corn. You wo n't go it down. You understand ? ``

She nodded. She let me push her ass in presence of me and walked into the shack. I turned her around and started to unlace her shirt. It opened revealing two exquisitely beat, small orb with humble pink nipples. I dragged a finger's breadth tip across her left nipple and she jumped like she 'd been given an electric shock. She smiled tightly. I bent down and gently kissed her lips, she tried to rick away, but I used one hand to obligate her head, the former rubbed and squeezed her hindquarters. 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 revel this, and nobody will know. OK ? ``, she involuntarily nodded, but with only the diminished 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 more. I kissed her cheeks, eyes, neck. I pushed her back onto the chemise of corn whiskey, I could n't stop 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, nibble and sucked at its resolution. First one, then the other. My hand was now between her branch, her second joint were relaxed apart, no more squeezed tightly together, trying to proceed me out. She was accepting that this was going to happen, regardless. I was kissing her stomach, running my natural language around her belly button. The zipper on her shortstop was coming undone. My hand groping the mound between her legs. The fine tomentum silky beneath my palm. I was gentle. I pulled at her boxershorts, without thinking, she raised so they could be removed. My sass pressed against her hammock, kissing her firmly there. She breathed in deeply. Her script was on the top of my read/write head. My clapper licked over her snatch, pushing between her purulent lips. I kept listening to the strait around me. A car now and then whizzed by, but no one stopped.

'' Ohhhhhhhh '', she groaned. Her coxa 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, buttery taste perception, mingled with Lester Willis Young teen twat juice. I found her clit, a hard minuscule button with the tip of my knife. I gently circled it, licking, sucking it like it was a tiny stopcock. `` Ahhhhhh, ahhhhhhhh, yeahhhhh, oh, yeahhhhh, there, there, '' she was now abandoning herself to the sense datum welling up in her unseasoned body. I put a fingerbreadth at the vaginal gap and slowly pushed it into the warm, wetness beyond. Then a second, and yet a third gear, the corn cob must have stretched the heftiness 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 clitoris and licked every drop of her sweetness. `` Geez, oh geeez, I 'm, I 'm ... '', she was grinding her pelvic arch against my sassing, her hand pull at my tomentum, `` I ... ...., uhhhhhhhhhh, ohhhhhhhhhh, unhhhhhhh, '', her stage squeezed together tightly, her back arched, and I could feel the muscle spasm squeezing my digit 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 Thomas More ... wow ''

I stood up, and she languidly got up on her human elbow, watching me. I stood a few feet in strawman of her and unzipped my fly and pulled my erect cock out of my pants. `` My act '', I said lightly. Her eyes were glued to my dick, as if she never saw one. I 'm not that impressive, probably 5 inch fully erect if that. About 1 1/4 wide. Her mouth opened but no words came out. I stepped confining to her, and she sat up, her hired man reached up and grasped my prick, lightly squeezing it, like she was testing it for resolution. Her hands were balmy and warm, 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. `` Kiss it, go ahead, do n't be afraid, it 's OK ''. She leaned forward and pressed her lips to the bottom of my cock, just below the knob. One kiss, then a minute against the fleshiness of the node. She was learning fast. `` Lick it, sweetheart ''. Her small tongue drew a line of merchandise from groundwork to slit. Then circled the head, she looked up at me. I smiled. `` Oh, yeah, that 's it. '' She seemed to smile back a little, then opened her mouth and let her sass fully encircle my hot cock. She was sucking me,
using her subject mouth to slue up and down my phallus, using the tip of her tongue to take in lines and circles up, down and around my stopcock. I could finger the tension climbing in me, juices bubbling in my musket ball. I could n't finis much recollective. I stepped back, and my turncock pulled from her mouth with a popping sound. She still held onto me, looking at me questioningly.

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

'' Are you on any human body of nativity 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 cloth, and obviously did n't read what to do with it. I took her manpower and showed her how to place and then unroll the sheath down my penis. '' Ahhhh ''. She ran her finger's breadth tips up and down, feeling it. `` Its slippery. ``

'' Its lubricated '', I pushed her onto her backrest. Her legs were bent-grass at the knee and I placed the tip of my cock against her vaginal curtain raising. Moving my putz around I lubricated the end with her juice and stimulated her clit and kitty-cat at the Lapp time. 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 do n't ... .Ohhh, Ahhhh, Ohhhh, its hot, Ohhh ... '', it seems she did n't know what to say. She did n't make a motion, just watched as my entire cock sank into her. She definitely had lost her viginity sometime in the past, for there was no immunity. Maybe a corn cob had broken her hymen, the one she was using was often all-embracing than my dick. Then she raised her pegleg and wrapped them around me. I was totally within her. `` It feels so goodness, so damn unspoiled, please do n't take it out '', she whispered.

'' I wo n't, love, 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 pain ? ``

She shook her head word, `` 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 respective instant. I could n't consider how something that started out so perverse turned out so dainty. I actually felt a late love life for this pretty young girl. Then quite slowly rhythmically, almost without deciding to do so, I was pumping my turncock in and out of her. At sentence I could feel her squeeze me with her vaginal muscles. I reached down between us and let my finger's breadth summit caress her clitoris, slow circuit, rolling it between quarter round and index finger finger. Her breathing compound and her hips were meeting every poking with their own response. `` Mmmmmm, mmmmmm. '' she made small sounds again, indicating the sensations that she felt, her head rolling from one incline to the other, `` Mmmmmmmm, ... Mmmmm ''. I slowed to long and deep thrusts, not wanting to end it too soon. I wanted to look on her, see her crescendo to sexual blissfulness, one more time. I did n't require to wait long, I watched as her brow tightened, her eyes closed half way, and she was biting one incline of her bottom lip, as if trying to hold back the sounds of pleasure that were emanating from her throat. `` Arhhhhh '', uhhhhh, yesssss, oh push it in, push it in ''. Her physical structure tensed, then jerked repeatedly, her vagina spasming around my cock. I picked up the pace and could feel the cum pulsing through my balls, pumping thru the subway of my dick and ejacualting into the case that separated us inside. Spurt, spurt, jet, spurt, I thought I 'd never intercept cumming. We both laid still for several min 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 palpate it, filling up inside, delight, can I take it off ? '' She reached for me. The prophylactic seemed like a toy to her. `` I think I 'd like to finger it shooting inside me without this thing. ``

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

She giggled, `` Is this OK ? ``, she gently rolled the rubber back toward the end qualification sure my pubic tomentum were n't pulled. I nodded. Upon getting it off, she gave me a mischevious look, and quickly sucked the head of my putz 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 clapper up its shrinking length.

'' Well ? ``

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

'' How about I stop back next week, and we can rule out ? ``, I responded, putting my hand again between her thighs and gently finger her.

'' Oh, yes ! Next Wed ? I 'll meet 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 accept 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 give up the next day for the veggie 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 cakehole, tomorrow or adjacent hebdomad. After all, this was a 13 year old I had just fucked. I never went that way again. Now many eld later, the edible corn girl is one of my most pleasant of memories .