๑ 𝐲’𝐚𝐥𝐥!𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 sticks a corncob up your cooter. that’s all.
๑ tw: public sex, corncob in v, squirting.
“you hafta quiet down, darlin’.”
how you ended up in this situation flickered at the back of your mind, the moans you tried to suppress surfacing again. but his words held no weight against the lively fair crowd. adults hooted and hollered, children squealed with delight as they were handed ice cream. all of it drowned out the sound of your moans.
in your current state, fear of being seen by anyone peeking between the stalls didn’t even register. what people would say about the town hero, down on one knee and pressing a corncob against your soaked entrance, wasn’t important anymore.
what he should have said was, “i’m so horny, darlin’. let’s go home.” at least then a condom would be ready, and his dick could be stretching you out instead of a makeshift dildo. you’d be on your bed, legs over his shoulders, taking every inch of him on your creaking mattres– not squatting over filthy dirt while he slid a corncob inside you.
but instead, you found yourself hovering above the ground, your slick coating the yellow fruit as it disappeared, the kernel’s ridges brushing against you tirelessly.
“s-seriously, couldn’t we have gone home for this?” you pant.
“how would we cover the cost of buying our cow then?” he replied, pulling the corncob back to tease your clit in a figure-eight motion.
“ohhh,” you winced at the withdrawal but jerked against the fruit. your hand shot to the ground to steady yourself, dirt scraping under your nails.
“focus on me,” he said, grabbing your back and pulling you close to his chest. like a hero draping his cape over a civilian, he placed his hat upon your head. “no one will find you now, ‘cause i’m here.”
a sharp laugh escaped you, quickly turning into a whine as he twisted his wrist, making the corncob hit your sweet spot. your legs trembled, struggling to keep you upright, but the town hero’s hand stayed firm, steadying you.
still, your knees gave out, hitting the ground as the corncob burrowed deeper inside you in an instant. your eyes rolled back, your spine straightening as you rolled your hips in circular motions around it, as if possessed.
“faster,” you begged, bouncing on the fruit. your full weight on it made you see stars, your eyelids trembling, cunny clenching like a vice. “oh my god– I’m coming, coming, fuck!”
your walls clenched hard around the cob before he pulled it out. you whimpered, hips buckling and juices splattered onto the dirt and your shoes.
your pleasure sent ripples through your hips, twitching and spasming. we waited patiently until they came to a somewhat stop, as he pulled your panties and shorts back up.
“guess we can’t sell this anymore, huh doll?” he laughed, licking the slick that drizzled over the corncob like chocolate syrup.