Natalie Meyers, lifted her large floppy hat from her head and wiped her sweaty brow, though it was still pretty early for the sun to be beating down on someone and making them sweat. Natalie had been working since the sun first started to peak above the horizon, casting its warm rays over her little house on Kumquat Lane. She arched her back and stretched her muscles, lifting her arms over her head.
Her knees were imbedded in the cool dirt and her gardening gloves were caked with filth, while piles of weeds here and there were scattered over her vegetable patch. Plopping her hat back on her head, she continued to pick weeds and harvest her green beans at the same time.
Natalie enjoyed living her quiet life, in her house in the peaceful town of Cherry Hill. She had her own flower bed, veggie patch and even her own fruit trees. Nothing could be better for Natalie. The residents of her lovely neighborhood enjoyed her dinner parties, and though she didn't mind being the one at the party without a mate, she did enjoy watching everyone eat and enjoy her home grown, and home flavored dishes.
She heard a sound coming from the front yard, standing up she stepped over her basket of goodies and walked down the row of beans to her left and corn on the cob to her right. Before she made it out of the row, she spotted a worm on a stalk of corn. "Damn critter, I don't need you eating my corn." Pinching the offensive critter off the ear of corn, she flicked it away. Her eyes checked out the ear, "This looks like it's ready to harvest."
Plucking the corn from it's stalk, she headed towards the gate that separated her garden from her front yard. Natalie watched the Allan brothers jog past. The eldest Brian, looked like he was barely breaking a sweat, where the younger looked as if he was doing all he could to keep up with his older brother. Natalie felt a tingle in her groin as she watched their firm ass muscles move with each lift and fall. She licked her lips imaging their thick cocks, buried inside her pussy.
Then, Natalie noticed the group of women following the men. Their breasts were bouncing and she saw their occasional pointing of fingers, toward the men in front of them. Natalie moaned as she remembered how it had been when she had a fresh pussy in front of her face. Her tongue would sweep down and lick the sweet hole, then suck the tasty nectar from the cunt that was laid open for her.
Natalie could feel the slick wetness of her pussy, as she thought about her past lovers, but none of them compared to her new lovers. That thought Natalie back to the present, and another moan escaped her mouth. Looking down she blushed, hoping the joggers hadn't seen her, and what she was doing with the ear of corn.
She quickly removed the corn from her crotch, and slipped over to her back porch. Sitting down, on her whicker chair, she ran the corn once more over her shorts. Pushing harder with the husk covered vegetable. Natalie bit her lip, and quickly undid her shorts, and pushed them down to her knees, lifting her ass just enough to ease her quest, then she slipped her fingers inside. Her pussy was so wet, she heard the slick juices covering her digits. Natalie groaned as she removed her hand, and removed the husk from the corn. She ran her hands over the soft, silky strands of yellow satin that hung to the ear of corn.
Imagining it to be the curls of a lover's pussy, she ran her tongue over the thin strips, then took the corn and deep throated it. She pushed the golden rod into her mouth, taking it deep, and rubbing her clit at the same time with her finger. Her tongue lapped at the corn, her mouth fucking it, soon she was thrashing and moaning.
Moving the corn from her mouth, she switched places with her fingers. She sucked her juice clean and quickly inserted the rod, that was both soft and hard, into her sloppy vagina. Natalie loved corn, loved the ridges of each row that the corn was lined up in. Her body enjoyed the tip when it would be soft and could tickle the walls of her cunt.
What Natalie liked the most about corn was the variety of sizes she could have. She could fuck her pussy with either a small ear of golden cock or she could ram it hard with the Indian corn she raised, she love that kind, it was so hard and the colors reminded her of her black lovers.
Ramming the tool deeper into her hot pussy, Natalie pinched and pulled at her perk nipples, through her shirt. Thrusting her natural cock into her cunt, she pushed her shirt up and toyed once more with her lush breasts. The hairs of her sex were slicked with the wet juice that the corn kept devouring to her body. Strands of the corn's hair, mixed with her pubic ones, making her pussy feel as if a lover's curls caressed her.
She felt the orgasm building up inside her, she forced the vegetable deeper, letting it hit the bone in her pelvis, "Ohhh fuck yes, my beauty," she called out as she fucked herself faster and harder. Natalie felt the first wave of cum rush through her body, as her legs went straight out in front of her, and stiffened. Her breath came in gasps as she forced her hands to push the yellow cock, completely inside her hole, only leaving the small end of the stalk to hold on to.
"OHHH... FUCKING... MAKE ME CUM... OHHHH FUCK YESSS!!!!." Natalie screamed out as the cum soaked her corn cob, her pussy walls, lips and her fingers that were holding the rod deep into her cut. She shivered as she slowly began to work the tool in and out, finally finishing the clutching of its kernels.
Natalie took her love veggie and smiled at the cum soaked member, the sun made each kernel glisten like her daisies after a morning rain. Her hand carried the corn to her lips, her tongue began its own tasty treat, as it began to clean the corn off. She ran her muscle from the base of the cob, all the way to the tip. She stroked each row of kernels, till she was satisfied that she had cleaned the cum from each one.
Looking satisfied she deep throated the object one last time, stroking it with her tongue and sucking the cum juice from the tip. Natalie shuddered, removed her lover from her mouth, and slipped her shirt back down, and pulled her shorts up from around her ankles. Placing a kiss against the vegetable, she stood up and gathered her basket of veggies, "I'll take care of the rest of you later," she winked at the unpicked beans and weeds.
Her face was glowing as she thought of the tasty corn cob she would enjoy with her supper later that night. The melted butter oozing off her hot cock, only excited her more, and when Natalie entered her kitchen and saw the almost ripened bananas, she almost came again.
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Zoe had just woke up for the day. She was getting used to sleeping in now that classes had ended for the summer, but she needed to find a job; her parents were getting tired of footing the bill for school and rent, not to mention all the partying that went on in the house. The thought of work put a snarl in Zoe's lip, but she'd need something to do after college anyway, and she really wasn't learning much from fucking all her teachers to raise her grades. It did expose her to hidden talents that the once-innocent girl could have never guessed about when she was in high school, but that's been 5 years ago.
Zoe got a look at herself in the mirror. Her tired eyes focused slowly on the threadbare AC/DC shirt she was wearing, the black fabric so thin in places that her pale skin was a white shadow. The shirt ended, her thin legs extending down to her knobby knees and then out of site to her feet.
Following her gaze back up the mirror, she saw the gentle swell of her breast, wishing automatically that they were bigger, like her friend and roommate's tits. Both Heather and the new girl Yolanda had a bigger rack than she did, but Zoe took comfort in the fact that she sported a very comfortable, firm, perky nippled B-cup; it wouldn't be much longer and her roommates' tits would both start to sag. She noted with delight that her nipples were tenting the small swell of her breasts, and she got lost for a second in the feel of the shirt she was wearing against her sensitive skin; the cotton worn down so far it almost felt like silk against her skin. She tore her mind back to the present and continued her gaze up her slender neck to her face.
Freckles splashed across her cheeks and nose, and she hated those the most. Zoe still counted herself lucky to not have had acne like most of the girls in her class, but these Goddamned freckles! No matter how serious she was trying to look, they made her look like she was 10 years too young to do anything. The short, curly mop of tangled of strawberry red hair brought another curl to her lip. It was a bitch to take care of, a bitch to keep in place, and uncooperative in all the worst ways that hair can be.
