1. A Country Girl's Dildo


    Date: 9/21/2015, Categories: Hardcore, Taboo, Author: griffen1, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    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 b*****r 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 b*****r 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 ...
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