A Country Girl's Dildo - Sex Stories

A Country Girl's Dildo

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