As our contractions get softer and softer we roll to our sides. Each placing one leg behind the other to form a pillow for the other. Small aftershocks continue as we just lay and cuddle each other's parts. A light breeze gently move the corn stocks around us and we can look up and watch for shooting stars. We have already seen them once, but that was only in our heads. You're starting to get restless again and start lightly caressing me. As I stir to life, you move up and over me. As you settle over my lap, your juices drip down the inside of your thighs ensuring a well lubricated coupling. I continue to rise to the occasion as you force me inside.
Spreading your knees like the cheerleader again, you start a slow rocking motion back and forth taking as much pleasure as you can get. I reach up and knead your breasts to increase your pleasure. You reach up and grasp my hands and lean back. Your feet move beside my shoulders as you throw your head back looking for the stars again. Our new position allows me to stroke your "G" and on the return, your clit. I pull you up. You pull me up. Back and forth like a mini sea-saw. I can feel more and more pressure building around me as you tense your muscles looking for release. Back and forth, back and forth.
Whoosh, A car goes by on the road. Neither of us were paying any attention to the oncoming traffic. The momentary flash of the headlights cast shadows over the corn rows as they come alive for a split second. In the brief brightness, we both pull up at the same time and hold each other, both staring into each others eyes as our bodies quake and shake from being startled and the pleasure buildup. I can feel your contractions in your pussy as your orgasm overtakes you. Holding you close and bumping my hips occasionally, you finally make it through your contractions. Dark again, we untangle our legs and you end up on all fours.
I just can't resist mounting you and in one swift drive I am buried. I enter you so fast I hear the breath escape from your lungs in a forceful oomph. I flex my muscles causing me to jump in place deep inside you. Another car goes by and the headlights brighten the field. We both notice the rabbit about 10 feet from us just staring. This gives me an idea and I start a bunny bump motion with you. In-out, In-out, In-out, woooooh. Hold still. I can't continue like that for long. I slow the rhythm down a little and notice you holding the base of a corn stalk for leverage. One of the low growing ears is hitting your cheek on every driving thrust. As my forceful thrusts continue you manage to tear the husk away with one hand and start working the young ear of corn between your lips each time you come near it.
My balls are slapping your clit on every stroke causing you to go into orgasm overload. You are shaking, and shuttering on every contact. I grab your hips and give you a series of extremely deep holding thrusts. As I am buried deep and holding for the outstroke, I can feel you contracting all around me. Waiting for the third wave, I withdraw only to slam back again a moment later for another hold. Three more waves of contractions and I repeat it again. On my back stroke, you manage to look over your shoulder, "FUCK ME LIKE THE RABBIT AGAIN!"
I take another hold on your hips, make sure my knees are just right and start the bunny bump again, making sure I bottom out on each stroke and my balls make a very loud splash against your clit. My pace is quick and unrelenting as it sends us both into orgasmic frenzy. The little corn cob is hitting the back of your throat on every thrust as you gasp for air between strokes. I continue my bunny bump even through my own release turning our mixed juices into a frothy mixture as it heads down the inside of your thighs to pool on the cool earth.
We both finally collapse onto our sides ending up in a spoon position just quivering for seems like 10 minutes or more. As another car goes by, we realize it's time to get dressed and return to our lives.
One thing is for sure, I'll never pass another corn field or see another ear of corn on my plate without thinking of this evening.