This account is fictional. It has to be, mus n't it ? If I had really done this, I could be arrested. So all agency herein, are strictly figments of my imagination, any similarity between characters herein and anyone living or all in is purely conincidental.
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Corn Girl


Robert Indiana. I 'm on my way to the Indianapolis plant, a required once per month engineering science visit. Of the four required visit each month Indianapolis, Milwaukee, and of course Chicago, were close enough to the regional headquarters to drive instead of fly. Overall, the 4 hours 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 drive. With great late summer weather, I preferred to force back. I could take the interstate but, since I was in no hurry, local anaesthetic route and small towns were more scenic. I was about 1 hour outside Indianapolis on a two lane headed east. At 70, the corn playing field on both position were flying buy. The medicine on the receiving set was country/western, and the smell of Zea mays under a hot later summer day was intense.

Some of the farmers had small shacks fronting the road where they offered vegetables for sales agreement from their own gardens. On the way home, I thought, I 'd bar and get some overbold tomato plant, corn, and cucumber vine. It usually was n't any cheaper than buying the same thing in the grocery store, but the crust and taste perception was far Superior.

Whoa ! What was that ! I was passing one such hut, its product displayed out presence. In only a flashing, I had seen the long thin branch, tight blueness blue jean shorts, naked midriff, white shirt, tied just below her chest and tenacious blonde hair. She had walked into the shack and disappeared, I had flown by on the diametric position of the street. I slowed, something about the way she looked and moved, sent a shiver of excitement through me. I would have gone back for a second look anyway, being the horny peeper that I always was, but something made the haircloth on the cover of my neck stand up. As I turned around I was shaking with inflammation. What was going on ?

As I approached the shack from the east, picayune mansion advertised its, offer. refreshed scented maize, cucumbers, tomatoes, just picked strawberries. Corn boil, $ 1.00. stop ahead 500 feet, 250 infantry, I pulled over and parked well off the road in a field entree clearing. I knew there was a fomite crook around up near the hutch but I figured keeping the car and its license out of muckle was
a skillful melodic theme. What was I thinking ? If she was pretty and alone would I round her ? Rape her ? I 'd never do that, I 'm not violent, I 'm pretty despicable at metre, but not that ! But what if she just got scared, she accussed me of something, it was better to lead the car unseen. I walked to the hovel along the rows of corn.

Nobody seemed to be around. The vegetables were neatly arranged in rectangular basketful on a table in front of the hovel. Two small kettles were on a diminished propane stove, one with boiling water, the other, evaporate butter. The roof of the hut stuck out far enough to protect and shade the tabular array. A doorway with no door was at the far end of the wall that ran behind the table. Still nobody. I walked around the rear of the hut to see if the girl I saw was out back. Nobody. A minuscule gap, apparently for a window, that had long been been broken and removed was in the back rampart. I skirted the wall intending to take the air around the hutch and back to the strawman.

'' Emmmmmmmm '', a subdued feminine sound, drifted from the windowpane. `` Emmmmmmmmm '', there it was again. I quietly approached the window first step. I looked around to make certain no one could see me. I was surrounded by 5 foot corn whiskey, only a small path around the hut had been mowed to keep the sess down and there was no way anyone could see me. I was shaking with excitement. I peered past the quoin of the window into the room. `` Ahhhhhhh, ahhhhh ''. I moved slightly, and looked down. She was just below me. Her forefront rested on one sack of Zea mays, her blonde tomentum spread out behind her, her eyes were closed. Her sassing was slightly open, her lips scuttle and closing. Her body splayed across several lower paper bag. The sunlight slashed down the length of her young body. Her ashen blouse was blinding as it reflected the sun coming from the window. Her bare diaphragm favorable in the light. Her legs were spread far apart, the blue blue jean dangling around one mortise joint. Her workforce were between her second joint, holding something, moving it slowly, up and down against herself. Her finger's breadth pulled upward exposing something yellowish. It was a cob of corn, quick larder corn from the corn furuncle, between her second joint, she was rubbing it up and down the length of her snatch. The kernels were glistening and larder. I could listen the edible corn as it rubbed against her, little racket escaped her lips. My script had unzipped my trouser and pulled my cock free. I slid my hired 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 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 pussy lips. I was grasping my hammer, pulling and sliding my helping hand over the end, bring myself closer to orgasm. Then an approximation, 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 trope erotically displayed on the digital screen. I pushed the picture clit, 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 make a audio. Crouching low, at the very corner of the doorway I could see her across the room. Her aspect 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 young pussy. I kept to the side of meat of the door and let the camera record her cause and sound. Her rose hip were lifted and moved in circles as she kept, inserting and removing the cob. Pushing it deeper with each Hz. I 'd perplex enough, I moved back around the shack, put my toilsome putz, back in my pants, and approached the shack again from the east but this time made plenty of noise.

'' Helloooo ... ? '' I said in a fairly laden voice was I approached. I could hear movement in the hovel and as I got to the table she appeared at the room access. Her face flushed, the top 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 listen you drive up. ``

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

'' Oh. Did you want some corn or tomatoes ? They were just picked this dayspring. '' She said with a friendly smile. She was nervously arranging the garden truck in the basketball hoop. I watched her every move. She was definitely vernal and very cute. I could see the fragile round curve of her breasts as she bent over the produce and the shirt parted a picayune. They were small round knoll and the nipple were visible when the stuff stretched tightly over one or the other. I did n't respond, I just watched her. Her hip joint were low but her ass very round and pack together. The small short pants made her legs appear even foresighted than they were and her apparent movement gave a tiny glimpse of cheek when she turned the right way. I could see a small streak of glistening moisture running down the inside of one thigh. `` Uh, '' she looked around, `` anything ? '' Her regard dropped to my genitals and stayed there, she obviously realized my excited 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 head trip tomorrow '', I said, picking up a few pieces of produce and looking them over. `` On my way home. ``
'' That way they will continue fresher and I wo n't have to expect them around. ``

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

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

'' No, my buddy works the sales booth Midweek. We trade off, whoever works gets to maintain that sidereal day sale. ``, she explained.

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

'' Sure, that would be expectant '', she smiled with a big grin. She grabbed a large bag, opened it, `` what would you like ? '' I picked some tomato plant, sweet corn and cuke and handed them to her. She wrote the amounts on the bag, put the total on the bag and looked into my middle. `` 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 mesa, grabbed a cob of clavus from a sacking and was about to remove the husk. At the Saami time, I removed the camera from its case on my whack and pushed the clitoris for image wake. `` Uhhh, could I pick the cob I want ? ``, I asked.

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

'' Here, I want to show you the one I want '', as I raised the photographic camera into view. She looked at me quizically, then at the concealment. I moved up behind her, held the tv camera in front of her and pushed period of play. Her image appeared on the covert, writhing, humping the corn whisky cob, moaning estatically. She froze, first flushing with embarrassment, then all the color draining from her face as she watched her own pornographic image. `` That the cob, I want '', I said as my deal reached down and cupped her lilliputian round ass through the boxershorts. I turned off the photographic 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 hurt you. God no, expect, we have a picayune fun, OK, and nobody sees this, nonentity finds out. We do n't, and I 'll constitute for sure your parents, protagonist and school have both television 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 tug her ass in front man of me and walked into the shack. I turned her around and started to untie her shirt. It opened revealing two exquisitely round, small-scale globes with minuscule pink mammilla. I dragged a finger tip across her get out nipple and she jumped like she 'd been given an electrical shock. She smiled tightly. I bent down and gently kissed her lips, she tried to turn over away, but I used one hand to bind 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 mouth. `` Relax, I think you 'll really enjoy this, and cipher will have intercourse. 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 eubstance relax a petty more than. I kissed her brass, eyes, neck. I pushed her back onto the sackful of corn whiskey, I could n't discontinue kissing her. I lowered my head to her titty and slowly sucked a teat 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 firmness. kickoff one, then the early. My hand was now between her branch, her thighs were relaxed apart, no more mash tightly together, trying to keep me out. She was accepting that this was going to chance, regardless. I was kissing her belly, running my tongue around her belly push button. The zipper on her drawers was coming undone. My hired hand groping the heap between her leg. The fine whisker silky beneath my palm. I was gentle. I pulled at her shorts, without thinking, she raised so they could be removed. My back talk pressed against her hill, kissing her firmly there. She breathed in deeply. Her handwriting was on the top of my head. My tongue licked over her snatch, pushing between her slit 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 ramification, her legs drew up and circularize apart. My lips pushed between hers, her dampness coating them with a slightly salty, buttery taste, mingled with young teen purulent juice. I found her clit, a hard trivial button with the tip of my tongue. I gently circled it, licking, sucking it like it was a tiny prick. `` Ahhhhhh, ahhhhhhhh, yeahhhhh, oh, yeahhhhh, there, there, '' she was now abandoning herself to the wiz welling up in her unseasoned body. I put a digit at the vaginal opening and slowly pushed it into the warm, wetness beyond. Then a second, and yet a third, the corn cob must suffer stretched the muscles as I found almost no immunity at all. I was easily slipping 3 fingers in and out her wet pussycat as my knife lapped at her button and licked every drop of her sweetness. `` Geez, oh geeez, I 'm, I 'm ... '', she was grinding her hips against my oral fissure, her hand pulling at my hair, `` I ... ...., uhhhhhhhhhh, ohhhhhhhhhh, unhhhhhhh, '', her legs squeezed together tightly, her back arched, and I could feel the muscle spasm squeezing my finger inside her, pulsing through her clit against my tongue. I kept kissing and licking her till she was lying quietly. `` No more, oh, no Sir Thomas More ... wow ''

I stood up, and she languidly got up on her cubital joint, watching me. I stood a few metrical unit in front of her and unzipped my fly and pulled my set up cock out of my trouser. `` My routine '', I said lightly. Her heart were glued to my hammer, as if she never saw one. I 'm not that impressive, probably 5 inches fully erect if that. About 1 1/4 wide. Her mouth opened but no Son came out. I stepped closer to her, and she sat up, her helping hand reached up and grasped my shaft, lightly squeezing it, like she was testing it for resoluteness. Her hands were soft and warm, and again like trying to see what it was made of, she ran her fingers from the tip to the foundation. I stepped even closer. `` buss it, go ahead, do n't be afraid, it 's OK ''. She leaned forward and pressed her sassing to the undersurface of my cock, just below the knob. One candy kiss, then a secondly against the obesity of the boss. She was learning fast. `` Lick it, steady ''. Her belittled spit drew a line from base to slit. Then circled the read/write 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 lips fully encircle my hot tool. She was sucking me,
using her open mouthpiece to slide up and down my penis, using the tip of her knife to draw line of business and circles up, down and around my rooster. I could feel the tension climbing in me, juices bubbling in my balls. I could n't last much longer. 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 wallet, and removed a rubber, from the placard compartment. `` What 's that ? ``, she asked, as I ripped the package open.

'' Are you on any form of birth control ? ``, I enquired. She shook her head no, she was still holding my prick, like she did n't want to pay it up. `` Well, this is a gum elastic, I 'll put it on so you ca n't get meaning, OK ? ``.

'' Can I put it on ? ``, she giggled. I opened the package and handed the rolled up sheath to her. She looked at the mat ring of material, and obviously did n't interpret what to do with it. I took her mitt and showed her how to place and then wind off the case 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 back. Her peg were out to at the knee and I placed the tip of my cock against her vaginal hatchway. Moving my putz around I lubricated the end with her juice and stimulated her clitoris and pussy at the same time. She was leaning on her elbows, watching what was happening down between us. I pushed forward slowly, pushing her pussy mouth apart, entering her.

'' Ohhh. I ... Ohhh I do n't ... .Ohhh, Ahhhh, Ohhhh, its hot, Ohhh ... '', it seems she did n't bang what to say. She did n't move, just watched as my total cock sank into her. She definitely had lost her viginity sometime in the past, for there was no opposition. Maybe a corn cob had broken her hymen, the one she was using was much wider than my tool. Then she raised her legs and wrapped them around me. I was totally within her. `` It feels so salutary, so damn good, please do n't get hold of it out '', she whispered.

'' I wo n't, love, I wo n't '', I pushed hard against her. I could see a rent, run from the turning point of her eye, `` Are you OK ? Does it smart ? ``

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 respective minutes. I could n't believe how something that started out so perverse turned out so recherche. I actually felt a mysterious erotic love for this somewhat unseasoned little girl. Then quite slowly rhythmically, almost without deciding to do so, I was pumping my cock in and out of her. At times I could feel her squeeze me with her vaginal muscleman. I reached down between us and let my finger tips caress her clitoris, tiresome circles, rolling it between thumb and index finger. Her breathing change and her hips were meeting every thrust with their own response. `` Mmmmmm, mmmmmm. '' she made little sounds again, indicating the sentiency that she felt, her straits rolling from one side to the other, `` Mmmmmmmm, ... Mmmmm ''. I slowed to long and bass thrusts, not wanting to end it too soon. I wanted to watch her, see her crescendo to sexual seventh heaven, one more time. I did n't need to wait long, I watched as her brow tightened, her heart closed half way, and she was biting one side of her bed lip, as if trying to take for back the audio of pleasure that were emanating from her throat. `` Arhhhhh '', uhhhhh, yesssss, oh push it in, button it in ''. Her body tensed, then jerked repeatedly, her vagina spasming around my hammer. I picked up the tempo 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. spirt, spurt, spurt, spurt, I thought I 'd never stop cumming. We both laid still for several minute after. I listened as cars passed away, 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 rubber seemed like a toy to her. `` I think I 'd like to find it shooting inside me without this matter. ``

'' wellspring get on the pill 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 synthetic rubber back toward the end making sure my pubic hairs were n't pulled. I nodded. Upon getting it off, she gave me a mischevious look, and quickly sucked the head of my peter into her mouth. She looked into my oculus 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 week, and we can find out ? ``, I responded, putting my hands again between her thigh and gently digit her.

'' Oh, yes ! following Wednesday ? I 'll meet you just east of here at 10:00, is that OK ? There 's a arena entrance. Do you know where it is ? '' I indicated I was parked there now. `` My blood brother will be working and we could have fun the total day. Please say you 'll be there. ''

'' Sure, I 'll be there '', and I fully intended to. Just as I intended to stop the future day for the vegetable I bought. But later I started thinking, what if she told some one what happened. What if they called the constabulary and I was walking into a trap, tomorrow or next hebdomad. 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 retentivity .