Hold still and let that freaky corn girl do whatever she wants
From Create Your Own Story
Willie's fingertips on your smooth erection makes the breath catch in your throat. Hold still? That implies free will. Your body has locked like a trout in a jail of bearclaws. Your will is in Willie's hands. Just like your willy.
"I saw you jumping around and taking your pants off," Willie says. You are not really sure how you know that her name is spelled -ie, but you do. Some things are just like that. Willie smiles with wide delight at her confession, as though a man jumping half-naked in a breezy cornfield were a fulfillment of some celebrity schoolgirl fantasy.
Meanwhile, somewhere down there between your bodies and legs where she straddles you, you feel her palm slide up your cock -- which you did not think could get any harder, but clearly you know nothing about penises -- stop beneath the head, and her thumb slides ever so gently across the cleft. Or at least that is what you imagined just happened. The facts of the matter are simply that she does something that feels so good you might have to start twitching uncontrollably.
"I see some like on your face," she says, her voice husking a teensy bit over the wind and rackety stalks. "So what's your name? Come here often?"
The intent, innocently greedy expression on her face absorbs you like an ageless sponge, using the same cells, and facial expressions, it has used all the eons since the dawn of life. Your name, you feel, is not very important right now. Willie does not seem too concerned with your memory lapse either; straddling you, holding you with one hand, she rises up and reaches between her legs with the other. She unzips the fly of her overalls. She reaches behind herself and pulls the crotch of the overalls back so that it is tight against her pussy and legs. The fly slips back beneath her when she does this.
She nudges forward slightly on her knees and pushes your shaft at the open fly. "Too long!" she singsongs, and raises up one leg so that she is on a knee and foot, tilting her hips and inserting your cock into her fly. She lowers herself and you feel, past the scratchy rough edges of the fly's denim and zipper, the soft, warm wet of her cunt, taking your cock inside.
She sinks down on you. You groan at the windy heavens, face back and throat up, and then must look again as you feel her sliding root to head, and down again. Her breath is already mewing and high. You watch the slit in her overalls swallow your cock again and again, leaving a glistening sheen over it when it comes out. She moves faster. Your hands flutter fruitlessly over her soft, broad thighs.
"Oops! I'm sorry! I'm still learning!" she gasps loudly, without warning.
You're not sure what she's apologizing for. "Uh, no, it's fine," you say, "really! I wouldn't lie about--" But at that point you have to groan like a wildebeest.
"It's okay? Oh, good!" She seems very relieved. She goes right back to enjoying herself, more and more loudly. What started literally with a whisper and is ramping up quickly to the bang. It occurs to you that actually you're in the midst of a bang, and that therefore the bang being ramped up to must be some really amazingly incredible sound, and your cock swells like the Grinch's heart, post-Christmas of course.
"Oh!" shouts Willie, "Oh, oh oh! Oh you feel good so good...!" You realize that those italics are the exact moments when Willie's hips push down to yours all the way, the underside of her thighs whapping lightly against the tops of yours. "Touch my boobies!" she cries. She uncatches the snaps on either side of the bib. The bib falls and the straps slip back over her shoulders and you can see her blushy breasts through the sheer wrap she has around them, which has a pattern of flowers, and appears tied to hold her up like a bra. You push it up over her tits and lean forward to suck on her nipples. Willie groans and slows down a little, her rhythm guttering, her hands roughing through your hair.
And then you've had it, the second stretches between the peak and the release of come, your heels dig against the earth and cornstalks, your hands fall from her tits and your back arches, and she starts saying Come, come, comecomecome and stroking her hands down your face and drives her ass down hard on your hips once, twice, squeezes there. Your milk jolts through your cock, your hips press into her, you dig your fingertips down into her thighs, pinning her against you. A moan shudders deep and bold from her body into your stomach and trails away.
You go slack. Willie is still sitting on you, the twitch in her hips slowly dying. Your lungs are burning and your mouth is dry.
Then, from behind Willie, you hear a slow golf clap. You look over her shoulder as she twists. The redhead is standing there, one foot held up slightly from the ground. "Excellent! Very arousing. Are we done fucking the natives? Can I get a hand here?"
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| Health | Horny | Location: |
| MP | 0 | |
| Level | 1 | |
