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Not only country boys know how to survive even though
the song that tells of their prowess would leave that
impression. We country girls have ways of seeing to
our needs also, and can do that quite well thank you.
One of our country girl needs is to keep down the
level of sexual stress to a point where we can
function otherwise. Of course, there are lots of ways
to do that and we usually find them and that's what
this little story is about, how I found mine.
I suppose I was like most girls in discovering the
exquisite pleasures my clitty could provide. My
fingers and those of my brother had informed me of
that very well, and my enjoyment of letting those
fingers do the working was fairly unbridled. Along
the way I had come to truly appreciate the softer,
smoother, effect of tongues and lips on that
joybutton too.
Oh my, how I loved when my brother would lick his way
up my thighs to spend many delightful minutes licking
and sucking at my "honeypot" as he called it. Some
wonderful releases were experienced in those times,
but then I found an even more satisfying and
explosive experience for that honeypot.
Finally, I got fucked! I'd been doing everything I
could to get daddy to take me.
Sitting on his nude lap with my bare bottom and
squirming enough to get his dick hard. Then, scooting
my pussy slit along his shaft so it could rub on my
clitoris, trying furtively to slip it inside me, and
whining when he stopped me in the last second before
I got it. It was so frustrating!
Then on a day when he could withstand my seductions
no longer, I felt his love-pole enter me and gasping
with the pleasure I bore down on his manhood. Our
mouths met and our tongues tangled, our hands roamed
and caressed, our breathing sped and deepened, our
hearts were thundering, my honeypot was drooling and
daddy's dick was throbbing.
I wrapped my arms around his neck and worked my legs
around his hips and rolled backwards and we fell to
the floor, daddy on top. Now my legs encircled his
back and my honeypot shoved up to meet his thrusting.
A rhythm developed, he plunged, I rose, he withdrew,
I slumped. Faster and faster we kept that rhythm,
until my honeypot was erupting over and over, those
wrinkles inside were constricting and pulsing around
daddy's dick, I was muttering how I loved him, how I
loved his dick in me, how I loved fucking him, and he
came.
Oh my gosh did he ever cum! Daddy's dick pumped
several times, great steaming globs of cum as best I
could tell. They were splattering, those globs, then
squishing along the inner walls of my pussy and
finally oozing out between my nether lips as he
continued thrusting, and my cums were rolling like
ocean waves over and over me, until suddenly daddy
stiffened, let loose one more spurt and just fell
onto my chest. I had been fucked and I loved it!
After that there would never be a time when I didn't
want that experience repeated again and again. I'd be
shelling peas or hoeing cornrows or feeding chickens
or mixing biscuits and my pussy would be itching and
hungering for daddy's dick. In the evenings, sitting
around reading or chatting, my pussy would constrict
and drip with fuck-lust for daddy's dick.
I couldn't keep my mind on anything but fucking, it
became my raison d'etre. Wake up in the morning and
figure ways to get daddy's dick inside me, fuck my
brother and be dreaming of daddy's dick ramming home
in me. Try to listen to the news or do a bit of
needlepoint and all my eyes could see was daddy's
dick aiming for my open and welcoming pussy. I must
have driven him crazy with my fondling and sucking
and pleading, and I think that's why I got my dildo.
It came wrapped in brown paper, we always saved such
things on the farm. It lay beside my place at the
table when momma called us to breakfast. I saw the
little smile on her face as I sat down. Daddy asked
me if I wanted my present and the little girl rose up
in my 19 year old self and squealed excitedly that I
did. I grabbed it, untied the string, unwrapped the
paper, and there it was, a perfectly shaped,
completely shelled corncob.
Daddy had found some blackberries and made a dye to
color the end of it so that it had a "head", and he'd
whittled the kernel beds away from a few inches of
the stem end to make a handle of its core. All in all
it was a wonderful craftsman's example of a tool for
a woman's self-fucking pleasures.
I couldn't wait to try it out! raising one leg over
the bench to straddle it I began working the "head"
up and down my slit. Gammy, my grandmother, was
sitting next to me and saw and reached over my
shoulder to tweak my nipples, that always helps me
get really wet, and slowly slowly I worked it up
inside me. Hmmm, those rough husks where the kernels
had been were hard and scratchy, and I didn't like
that so I pulled it back out.
Daddy saw and apologetically said he hadn't thought
about how that would feel. Momma took it from em,
looked it over, and declared she could sew an
oilcloth wrapper on it to smooth it out. I got up and
gave daddy a "thank you" kiss and pulled on his dick
a bit for good measure. and we went on with
breakfast.
That afternoon, momma presented me with my dildo sewn
into an oilcloth covering of checkerboard pattern.
Off to the couch I go, Bobby, my brother in tow, to
try it out. I thought that putting it in my mouth to
get it slicked up might help, but Ugh! Oilcloth
doesn't taste good at all. Bobby saw and suggested
some vaseline and went to get it. We smeared some on
and in it went slick as oil on water.
I pumped that gift while Bobby sucked my titties, but
soon realized that the seam momma had sewn in the
oilcloth was feeling harsh, so I pulled the Gift out
and sure enough that seam had bunched up and the
oilcloth was trying to slide off the cob.
I wouldn't hurt momma's feelings for the world, but
quietly that oilcloth was removed and we decided
maybe just getting those husks wet would soften them,
so the two of us took turns licking all over the cob.
It worked! In a few minutes of both of us licking and
Bobby licking my pussy some too, those husks softened
and into my frantic pussy it went.
I pulled Bobby's dick into my mouth and was working
that corncob dildo to beat the band. Bobby was
pulling and twisting my nipples, his dick was
thumping with every heartbeat, my pussy was beginning
to pulse and swell, that corncob dildo was twisting
and pumping, and my pussy just went absolutely wild.
Guess what my new best toy was after that. Daddy was
so pleased to see me of an evening around the
fireplace pleasuring my pussy with his gift and,
leaving him be I suppose.
Momma was reconciled that her oilcloth invention
hadn't worked. Bobby was happy that I was back to
sucking his dick regularly, and my honeypot was
making honey by the gallon. A country girl can
survive - with a bit of help!
the song that tells of their prowess would leave that
impression. We country girls have ways of seeing to
our needs also, and can do that quite well thank you.
One of our country girl needs is to keep down the
level of sexual stress to a point where we can
function otherwise. Of course, there are lots of ways
to do that and we usually find them and that's what
this little story is about, how I found mine.
I suppose I was like most girls in discovering the
exquisite pleasures my clitty could provide. My
fingers and those of my brother had informed me of
that very well, and my enjoyment of letting those
fingers do the working was fairly unbridled. Along
the way I had come to truly appreciate the softer,
smoother, effect of tongues and lips on that
joybutton too.
Oh my, how I loved when my brother would lick his way
up my thighs to spend many delightful minutes licking
and sucking at my "honeypot" as he called it. Some
wonderful releases were experienced in those times,
but then I found an even more satisfying and
explosive experience for that honeypot.
Finally, I got fucked! I'd been doing everything I
could to get daddy to take me.
Sitting on his nude lap with my bare bottom and
squirming enough to get his dick hard. Then, scooting
my pussy slit along his shaft so it could rub on my
clitoris, trying furtively to slip it inside me, and
whining when he stopped me in the last second before
I got it. It was so frustrating!
Then on a day when he could withstand my seductions
no longer, I felt his love-pole enter me and gasping
with the pleasure I bore down on his manhood. Our
mouths met and our tongues tangled, our hands roamed
and caressed, our breathing sped and deepened, our
hearts were thundering, my honeypot was drooling and
daddy's dick was throbbing.
I wrapped my arms around his neck and worked my legs
around his hips and rolled backwards and we fell to
the floor, daddy on top. Now my legs encircled his
back and my honeypot shoved up to meet his thrusting.
A rhythm developed, he plunged, I rose, he withdrew,
I slumped. Faster and faster we kept that rhythm,
until my honeypot was erupting over and over, those
wrinkles inside were constricting and pulsing around
daddy's dick, I was muttering how I loved him, how I
loved his dick in me, how I loved fucking him, and he
came.
Oh my gosh did he ever cum! Daddy's dick pumped
several times, great steaming globs of cum as best I
could tell. They were splattering, those globs, then
squishing along the inner walls of my pussy and
finally oozing out between my nether lips as he
continued thrusting, and my cums were rolling like
ocean waves over and over me, until suddenly daddy
stiffened, let loose one more spurt and just fell
onto my chest. I had been fucked and I loved it!
After that there would never be a time when I didn't
want that experience repeated again and again. I'd be
shelling peas or hoeing cornrows or feeding chickens
or mixing biscuits and my pussy would be itching and
hungering for daddy's dick. In the evenings, sitting
around reading or chatting, my pussy would constrict
and drip with fuck-lust for daddy's dick.
I couldn't keep my mind on anything but fucking, it
became my raison d'etre. Wake up in the morning and
figure ways to get daddy's dick inside me, fuck my
brother and be dreaming of daddy's dick ramming home
in me. Try to listen to the news or do a bit of
needlepoint and all my eyes could see was daddy's
dick aiming for my open and welcoming pussy. I must
have driven him crazy with my fondling and sucking
and pleading, and I think that's why I got my dildo.
It came wrapped in brown paper, we always saved such
things on the farm. It lay beside my place at the
table when momma called us to breakfast. I saw the
little smile on her face as I sat down. Daddy asked
me if I wanted my present and the little girl rose up
in my 19 year old self and squealed excitedly that I
did. I grabbed it, untied the string, unwrapped the
paper, and there it was, a perfectly shaped,
completely shelled corncob.
Daddy had found some blackberries and made a dye to
color the end of it so that it had a "head", and he'd
whittled the kernel beds away from a few inches of
the stem end to make a handle of its core. All in all
it was a wonderful craftsman's example of a tool for
a woman's self-fucking pleasures.
I couldn't wait to try it out! raising one leg over
the bench to straddle it I began working the "head"
up and down my slit. Gammy, my grandmother, was
sitting next to me and saw and reached over my
shoulder to tweak my nipples, that always helps me
get really wet, and slowly slowly I worked it up
inside me. Hmmm, those rough husks where the kernels
had been were hard and scratchy, and I didn't like
that so I pulled it back out.
Daddy saw and apologetically said he hadn't thought
about how that would feel. Momma took it from em,
looked it over, and declared she could sew an
oilcloth wrapper on it to smooth it out. I got up and
gave daddy a "thank you" kiss and pulled on his dick
a bit for good measure. and we went on with
breakfast.
That afternoon, momma presented me with my dildo sewn
into an oilcloth covering of checkerboard pattern.
Off to the couch I go, Bobby, my brother in tow, to
try it out. I thought that putting it in my mouth to
get it slicked up might help, but Ugh! Oilcloth
doesn't taste good at all. Bobby saw and suggested
some vaseline and went to get it. We smeared some on
and in it went slick as oil on water.
I pumped that gift while Bobby sucked my titties, but
soon realized that the seam momma had sewn in the
oilcloth was feeling harsh, so I pulled the Gift out
and sure enough that seam had bunched up and the
oilcloth was trying to slide off the cob.
I wouldn't hurt momma's feelings for the world, but
quietly that oilcloth was removed and we decided
maybe just getting those husks wet would soften them,
so the two of us took turns licking all over the cob.
It worked! In a few minutes of both of us licking and
Bobby licking my pussy some too, those husks softened
and into my frantic pussy it went.
I pulled Bobby's dick into my mouth and was working
that corncob dildo to beat the band. Bobby was
pulling and twisting my nipples, his dick was
thumping with every heartbeat, my pussy was beginning
to pulse and swell, that corncob dildo was twisting
and pumping, and my pussy just went absolutely wild.
Guess what my new best toy was after that. Daddy was
so pleased to see me of an evening around the
fireplace pleasuring my pussy with his gift and,
leaving him be I suppose.
Momma was reconciled that her oilcloth invention
hadn't worked. Bobby was happy that I was back to
sucking his dick regularly, and my honeypot was
making honey by the gallon. A country girl can
survive - with a bit of help!
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