A Country Girls Dildo

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 brother 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 one year older brother 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 lovepole 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 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 brother 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 it's 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 brother 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 minutes of both of us licking and Bobby licking my pussy some too, those husks softened and into my frantic pussy it went.

I pulled Bobby's dick into my mouth and was working that corncob dildo to beat the band. Bobby was pulling and twisting my nipples, his dick was thumping with every heartbeat, my pussy was beginning to pulse and swell, that corncob dildo was twisting and pumping, and my pussy just went absolutely wild. Guess what my new best toy was after that. Daddy was so pleased to see me of an evening around the fireplace pleasuring my pussy with his gift and, leaving him be I suppose. Momma was reconciled that her oilcloth invention hadn't worked. Bobby was happy that I was back to sucking his dick regularly, and my honeypot was making honey by the gallon. A country girl can survive - with a bit of help!