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The bright, burning, yellow sun was rising in the east. Bleeding orange and pink along the dark blue sky. Over the fields of crops, fueling the vegetation for the early morning, the ball of light was awakening all of the life in the town of Huckleberry.
It was a calm morning, birds singing their morning tunes for the townspeople. The fresh dew that covered the vibrant green grass, glistened along the dirt roads. Rays of light shining through my single panel glass window of my bedroom on the second floor of my home.
Beautifully awoken, I smiled to the sight of another blissful day. I started to scuffle out of my queen size bed, wearing my long white night gown, that hovered over my small feet. Approaching the window, I opened it to feel the fresh spring breeze that blew my white blonde hair from my waist to the back of me.
Outside my window, standing tall on the dirt road, was a young farmer man. His dark brown hair, pinned back underneath his white, straw stetson. He had skin that was bronze from the long days out in the sun. Massive biceps, strong collarbones, a muscular chest and abs visible through his dirty, tight, white shirt. The darkest blue jeans with scuff marks, that perfectly shaped around his butt. His boots were one of a kind, the type that made a country girl fall to her knees.
From the distance, I watched as he carried his large axe in his right hand and walked towards the logs of oak wood, awaiting to be chopped. Not knowing, I was soaking in his glory, he began to use his ox strength to splinter the logs into pieces for fire wood.
“Oh, Cassidy,” I said underneath my breath. I made my way to my hand carved dresser beside my window. Opening several drawers to retrieve my brassiere and panties, both color coordinated as a sky blue with laced flowers along the trim. Digging for a my white stocking socks, and a yellow cotton old fashion dress, designed with farm flowers, I set all of my article of clothing on top of the smooth surface of the dresser.
I slid the straps of my gown off, as it fell gracefully to the wooden floor. I began to stare at my reflection, in the rectangular wooden mirror. My blue, shimmering eyes, stared into my innocent face. Plump Cheeks, red as roses, thin pink lips grinning, and a short bridged and rounded tipped nose. Small, soft shoulders with exposed collar bones led to a full, rounded chest. Breasts perked up that were perfectly circular from top to bottom. Nipples small and hard, shaded with the lightest pink. My hour glass figure led to a flattened stomach, and large hips that revealed my perfectly, substantial slim thighs that gapped between them. My vagina revealed, freshly shaven, pale and appeared to be moist like a well baked cake but had an odor as sweet as daisies. My legs, very weak and short, they only allowed me to stand 5 feet and 2 inches tall.
My locks of white curls that were bleached from the Georgia sun, swayed as I stepped over my night gown to check the window again. I peaked through my white curtains to see that Cassidy was no long chopping wood, and could not be seen outside. My heart filled with great sorrow as I paced back to my mirror and sat on the edge of my bed.
Moments later, I glanced back to the flat piece of glass that reflected my entire bedroom. In the reflection, catching in the corner of my eye, I saw before me, Cassidy standing in the doorway of my room. His brown, caramel eyes gazing upon my figure. “Well, isn’t that best Georgia Peaches, I’ve seen,” he spoke with his thick, country accent. Coming inside the room full of lust, the floor boards creaking every step he took. He silently shut my tall standing wooden door and locked the rusty handle.
“Cassidy, w-what are you doing here?” I questioned with a voice, low and full of innocent curiosity. Grasping my quilt, attempting to cover my nude body, I nervously stumbled farther onto my bed.
“Well Amelia,” words deeply cut with his memorizing voice, “I saw through your mirror, some breakfast I was dying to eat,” he smirked and his eyes were still perfectly locked on the sight of me. His jeans tighter than before around his groin, outlining his girthy, extended, cock that was busting through the zipper on his pants.
“B-Breakfast?” I continued to stutter as my confused voice led to a reckoning. His burly built body, heavy in every step to my bed, approached me and tugged the quilt from my small hands. He then grabbed my wrists and pulled me farther onto my bed, placing me against his sexy body.
“I suppose it’s early enough to keep this between us,” words flowing out, one after another. His face inches from mine as he bent over me, a chiseled, long nose to full lips that approached mine.
He began to kiss me, every bit of passion in his body, pressed onto the two lips that made my shocked mouth. His lips were wet, yet soft and nice, like sweet tea on a hot summer day.
“Now Darlin, keep quiet, I don’t want to wake your folks,” his lips began to travel down to my neck, as he started kissing my sensitive pale skin. His tongue traced my collarbones, creating wet strokes down to my breast. His mouth was so gentle until he took a bite on my left breast.
“Cassidy!” I moaned softly and arched my back towards his body. His teeth digging deeper into my flesh, and with his right hand, he grab a fistful of my breast. Gently squeezing it and twisting my perky nipple. Releasing the grip of his pearly, white teeth, he smirked at the sight of his marking.
The cowboy made his way down my chest, to my flat stomach. He traveled gently with his tongue, around my waist, and dangerously approaching my vagina. It was hairless, smooth, and pink. My clit was throbbing, moist to the touch and begging for the attention of his dirty mouth. The entire time, I was squirming to the sensitive touch of his tongue, as he traced along my plump, white thighs.
Both of his massive arms linked around my thighs, holding them wide open. His hands grasped my inner thigh, his hot breath was beating on my tight pussy. His eyes glanced up, and between my mountain of boobs, he watched my pity face.
He began licking around my lips, teasing me with each stroke. My legs were shaking in his grip, mouth watering to the pleasure, and my nipples harder than steel. Cassidy started to suck on my clit, it was instant relief. My back arching to the ceiling, as he ripped me back down and digging his face deeper into the wet, pussy. His started to lick my pussy like a popsicle, melting on his tastebuds, fulfilling his breakfast appetite.
All of a sudden, he began to press hard on my precious v-spot, faster, dancing his tongue on my clitoris. I began to whimper to the constant pleasure. He surprised me as he stuck his long tongue inside of my me.
I started to shake uncontrollably, moaning loudly, and breathing heavily. Constant strokes from my clit to my inner lips, felt like my brain was turning off. “I-I’m going to cum,” words escaping from my mouth. “I-I can’t help it!”
White, milky, liquid came from my vagina, releasing a high volume of liquid from my pussy and a fast ejection of urine shot out onto his face and hair. I squirted all over him, and fell over in relief. He stretched up, and carried my body to my pillows.
“Now, meet me in the barn after breakfast, and you’ll please me,” threatening me as he mysteriously walked out of my bedroom. I was left in my bedroom, sweating on my fresh linen. The eagerness to rush to barn was burning inside of me. I sighed, and fell deeper into my bed.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/u0t6ly/georgia_peaches_pt_1_nsfw