Corn on the cob and a cornhole!
The corn was tall and ripe, and the harvest was in two days. It was the perfect place to hide from the youngsters left in our care.
Boaz and I were both eighteen. Neighbours, we were not considered adults by the mass of fuddy-duddy parishioners present at our farm barn harvest festival. We were old enough to vote, old enough to be conscripted, and legally old enough to marry, but not old enough to rut when we lived under our god-fearing parents' roofs.
Still, considered old enough for unpaid child care.
Boaz and I were hiding well.
Hide and seek. We were hiding.
The 'little'uns' failed to seek. They couldn't find us—not that they had a chance. We were in the depths of the big field.
Then, the call for afternoon tea saw the 'young'uns' scamper from the edges of the field and bound towards the barn.
I was about to get up from my hiding place, a rare space where the seed hadn't taken when Boaz's body pressed into my bum.
Pressing rugged and robust. I felt maleness and understood it instantly.
I liked it.
I wanted it to continue.
"Mmm, I like that," I said, "Mmm, I really like that," as he started dry humping into my arse cheeks through my thin dress.
I got that girly sense of her own seeping pussy wetness, like when I touched myself. I needed more than dry humping.
"Ruth," he said unsurely, unlike his powerful certain grinding into my butt, "Can I."
Well, it was definitely not romantic; the sweet nothings whispered in my ear that I thought would lead to the loss of my virginity.
Boaz wasn't on the list of my fantasy potential de-flowerers, and the cornfield hadn't figured in the locations of my dreamy sexual capitulation.
Still, here I was, and I consented with another, "Mmm."
"Oh, yes," I said in surprise.
Nothing had prepared me, not my searching regular fingers, for a stiff cock nuzzling between my bum cheeks, seeking my wet pussy slit.
The sensation as I opened down there and took my first cock was amazing.
Boaz's cock hovered like a shy beau on the porch, and then it was like his cock and my pussy were snogging.
I luxuriated in his pressing deeper into me.
Then, Oh God, it all moved, it all frickin moved.
My pussy walls, my vag opening, his cock backwards and forwards, in and out of me.
So much more delight and filling— better than three of my fingers.
'Mmm, faster, you prick, faster," I said.
He was pummelling into my sopping, happy flesh tube like the train going to the big town roaring through a tunnel.
I loved cock, I loved cock, I loved cock; that's all I thought.
The dirty cur knew to lift my body up and treat me like a heifer on heat. He was, after all, a farm boy.
Boaz grabbed my hips, and there I was on all fours in the corn, being humped like our sows.
The new angle of his cock in me, I really liked.
Banging into me.
Obscene fornication— I no longer had to imagine what our long in the tooth Preacher said on Sundays.
I now finally knew what it truly meant. I was cock flayed. I liked fornicating.
Then Boaz was up, standing; tall, angling, his stiffy into me from really high, hovering over me, higher than our church spire; allowing his thighs to power punch his cock in and out of me really deep; as deep as our old well.
My pussy's shaping to his cock angle again, creating a new experience for me.
Hallelujah, praise the lord for cock.
I shut my eyes in blissful first sex. It was so good.
I was really learning about sex, and I knew now for all time — that Mary Magdalene — was my favourite good book lady.
Boaz's cock was out of my needy pussy.
Surely, he still needed to cum?
Oh well — I thought —It was good.
"Oh, you're a rude sod," I managed before being reduced to a moaning, skittish, frisky filly.
I felt a part-shucked corn cob being toyed into my girly space while he had a finger, then two, in my arse.
I finally knew what Preacher Struthers meant by — unnatural acts — but it didn't feel unnatural.
The girth of the corn cob pressing into my womanhood was deliciously nice.
His two fingers spreading and rimming my arsehole were equally enjoyable.
"Ooh! Ooh!" I cooed.
Then with the cob nicely gripped in my expanded coochie, Boaz's pecker invaded my prepared arsehole.
Well prepared by him.
"Oh, you prick," I mouthed, but I was embracing it.
My arse was strangely in love with a cock, trying to burrow into it.
My pussy was corn stuffed whilst my arse was cornholed!
I was determined at the moment; to give —The Whore of Babylon — a run for her title.
My rim was so sensitive, so tight.
Then fuck; my arsehole was being pounded like a road train was attempting to park up my bum while the tightness of my little starfish was gripping around his cock; thoroughly, intensely enjoyable.
"Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!" like a rutted maiden heifer in the cowshed.
The dirty dog kept going till his jizz seeded my arsehole.
My body was in the throes of an orgasm.
"Orrgh! Orrgh!"
I felt fully shucked as the corn popped out of my happy pussy and cum dribbled out of my warm bum.
Ruth and Boaz sounded nice — felt — even better.
Where your cock goes, my pussy and arse will follow.