Such a strong stalk
One day, a girl was sent to the market by her Mum. She needed to find out how much they could fetch for the grass-fed cows coming into full growth.
Tearing herself away from her social networking pages, she set her status to ‘mobile’, grabbed her phone and rode her vegetable-oil powered bike to the butcher in town.
One the way, she was flagged down by a lean but dusty young man. He worked on the farm just up the road but he would love a ride to town, instead of walking.
She eyed him suspiciously. He would be in her way and OMG, she was getting a text from Becky, plus Jill, Lisa, Kimmy and Sheila were all tweeting her.
However…he was super delicious and she imagined his body under those tattered work clothes was surely NSFW.
So, she asked him sweetly what he would give her in exchange for a ride. He said he would show her his magic beans later.
Frowning, she was about to snap at him but then she got for texts about how the total slut Lisa (the other one) was caught in the bathroom with Angie’s man!!
So, she motioned him to hop on and vroom vroom, off they went. He tried to ask her if it was safe to text and drive but she screamed for him to be quiet, TBNT, she knew what she was doing.
With half an ear, she listened to the butcher’s specs. Then she snatched the list and ran out the door. Didn’t they know she was busy and had a paper due on Descartes and the question of souls in 2 days. Like she had even did any research.
The dusty sexy guy can running over to her, asking where she lived and if he could come by. She tossed that bit of info over her shoulder as, she sped away. Whatever.
When she got home, she went straight to her laptop and joined the exciting flow of gossip, lies and jokes. Thank Heavens for condensed works because research had to wait, social life was calling.
All of a sudden, her Mom burst in her room, waving that slip of paper, rattling on about something that she neglected to tell the butcher dude.
She rolled her eyes and in reward for that, her Mom walked over, grabbed her computer and told her she could not have it back until tomorrow. Like WTF, she was 19 and a college student–she had rights!!!
But the Mom would not budge. She was being a total bitch about it.
Later that night, she heard her name being called. Sticking her head out the window, she saw lean dusty dude–Jack.Yeah, that was his name.
He was wearing clean clothes and looked refreshed, however. So she shimmied out the window and led him to the back of the house. That Dragon Lady Jailer Mom of hers was sleeping, so at least they would not be disturbed.
Leaning against the wall, Jack asked if he could kiss her. She said no.
Then he said he had been watching her, which freaked her out. “Are you a stalker?” she asked, just a bit too loudly.
“No,” he replied. His dark eyes glittering in the moonlight. “I just think you are hot as fuck and look at what you do to me.”
He gestured to his bulge, which looked to be growing. Next thing she knew, he had unzipped, pulled it out and wrapped her cool hand around it.
Pulling her close, his lips reached hers and their tongues did a slow sweet dance. Jack’s cock was getting stiffer by the second.
“May I show you my magic beans?”
” Dude, you do not have any magic beans!” she retorted.
Then he pulled away and dropped his pants. She gasped because those had to be the cutest fucking balls ever! He even had hair!! Like old-school porno dudes! Whoa!
In a low voice, he explained that if she played with his magic beans, his cock would grow as much as she liked. Loving a challenge, she begin to gently fondle his sac with one hand, as he sighed and his cock kept on growing!
With wonder and wet panties, she played with his magic beans and stroked his thick, heavy cock until sweat had broken on his brow and his eyes were glazed.
“Baby, what are you going to do about this?”, he asked, licking his lips and trying to slide off her blouse.
“Right now, I have got to get a pix of this! Hold still! Won’t show your face, promise!”
She snapped a few shots from different angles and then went back to the very serious business of climbing his magic beanstalk.


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Stalk « Blog Archive « Flowers of Night said this on May 15, 2009 at 12:16 am |
Lovely! Welcome back — you have been missed!
Thanks, SJ!