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				   COME, HARVEST 1/3

No one under eighteen years of age should be reading this. Wait until
you get older so stories like this can be understood in the proper
perspective and you can draw clear lines between fantasy and reality.

This story may not be reproduced or reposted except with permission of
the author.




				     COME, HARVEST 

					       part 1



    I am a woman, I am thirty years old, and I am a knockout. I always
had a beautiful face with chiseled features, full lips and olive skin.
My blue eyes are a vivid contrast to my skin and my thick black hair.
At age thirteen, I started growing the boobs that made me the rage of
my high school. My boobs are the piece de resistance of a body
possessed of round, yet not overly wide hips and long, “four
diamond” legs that are slender and taper to impossibly delicate
ankles. My body is lean firmness and lushness all in one unlikely
package.

    Inevitably, I was the target of every wannabe stud in High School.
Handling my big bare tits was the prime objective of all these guys
because they knew anything else was out of reach. It really didn’t
matter because they got  nothing anyway. I wasn’t going to waste my
time with idiotic, hormonal, loud mouthed high school boys who looked
at my body as a trophy to tell their buds about. Besides looks, I also
possessed a keen mind that wouldn’t permit me to squander my body on
these puerile losers and if any trophies were to be collected, they’d
be on my wall.

    I reserved myself for a select few older guys, some in college,
some already in the work force. If any of them started getting
arrogant or demanding, it was the last they had of my pussy. I learned
two things about myself early on: I liked to be in control and I had a
ravenous taste for cum.  I liked it in my pussy, in my mouth, in my
hair and on my face. I especially liked to suck it right out of a cock
and eat it fresh, savoring the taste as I rolled it around with my
tongue, allowing my taste buds to extract the salacious essence of
each stud I drained.

    Of girl friends I had few. I found most girls to be jealous and
fearful I would steal their boyfriends. In high school, a clique of
in-crowd girls ostracized me and tried to make life miserable for me,
all for no good reason; maybe their boyfriends wanted me, but I had no
intentions of doing anything with their boyfriends. As I matured, I
vowed not to take any shit from the many women who automatically
disliked me because of my looks and the sexual aura I exuded. In fact,
I made it a point to get even with them if they stepped out of
bounds..

    There was a real bitch named Ellie at one job I had with a large
company in town. She was dating the best looking guy in the office,
Danny, who was always eyeing me when he thought I wasn’t looking. I
was getting my share of cum on a regular basis so I didn’t think
about him too much until Ellie, apparently sensing his attraction to
me, started being a real snotty pain in the ass. She tried to set me
up to be blamed for some problems in the office and started to spread
some rumors about me with the secretaries. Suddenly, Danny became very
attractive to me.

    One day, I saw him walking in the corridor towards me. “Danny,
would you please help me? I’ve got to go down to the basement to get
the Stillman files out of storage and I don’t know if I can lift them
off the shelves.”

    “Sure, Rachel. I’ll be glad to give you a hand.”

    I’ll bet you would, I thought, noting his ready agreement. As we
walked down two flights to the basement, I walked ahead of him making
sure the slight sway of my ass was used to good effect.

    Once in the basement with the door shut behind us he asked, “Do
you know where the files are?” 

    “Actually, I don’t even want the files,” I replied.

    “What? What do you mean?”

    “The truth is I’ve been really horny and it’s you I want.”

    Any confusion or fear he had of being caught was put to rest when
I unbuttoned the top of my suit and spread the wide lapels to reveal
my magnum tits in a sheer, see-through bra. 

    “C’mon Danny, I need it and I can’t wait. I know you want it
too.”

    He grinned and without hesitation he came to me, hands extended,
clasping both cups of the bra and tearing it in half. My round heavy
tits spilled out.  They were big and  hung down slightly from their
weight unlike those thrusting, rock hard, phony looking implant
torpedoes many women have. They were real, full, pliant woman’s tits
and he manipulated and rotated them in a circle around his puckered
mouth.

    “Shit, these nipples are fucking incredible,” he said  referring
to my very dark, very large areolas and jutting nubs.

    “Now let’s see what you’ve got,” I said as I reached down and
undid his belt while his tongue salivated my orbs.

    His pants dropped to the floor and a beautifully shaped cock
thrust out long and hard from under his overhanging shirt. I was going
to enjoy milking the cream out of this one, an excitement made all the
more delicious with the knowledge that it was the cum belonging to my
nemesis that I would be extracting.

    “Unnnhhh, aughh,” came the gasping noises from his throat as I
pumped the cock in and out of my mouth. “Shit, baby that is so
fucking good. Keep it up,” he pleaded.

    Normally, I prefer to get most of my sperm requirements in the
mouth, especially with a new donor as I like to taste what I’m
fucking first.  However, given the circumstances and my objective
here, my goal right now was to get as much of Danny’s hot cream in my
love bucket as soon as possible.

    I pulled my mouth from his cock. “Fuck it into me now!” I
commanded him as I backed off, pulled down my panties and reclined
back on a nearby discarded office sofa. I splayed my legs and gave him
an awesome view of a beautifully ripe, soaking wet woman’s pussy.

    He complied immediately, mounting me and oh, so fluently, guiding
his meat rod up my sopping canal.

   “You hot beautiful piece of cunt. I never knew what a horny bitch
you were.”

    “Squeeze my tits while you fuck me. Squeeze them and suck them
raw!” I cried in a raspy voice.

    That sent him over. The thought of totally possessing my full body
must have pulled the trigger on his cum gun and he shot load after
load inside of me in rapid fire.

    I didn’t want to lose any of the precious cargo inside my hold so
right after he came, I rather abruptly pushed him off me and put my
panties back on.  I told Danny it wasn’t a good idea to be down here
too long, that we would get together again another time.

    I marched immediately back up the stairs and contained my pace to
a trot until I stopped right at the entrance to Ellie’s office. I
could see she wasn’t around and glancing each way along the corridor,
no one else appeared in sight either. I went inside and shut the door.
Walking over to her leather office chair, I reached under my skirt
with both hands, using one to pull the crotch of my panties aside
while inserting my fingers into my gelled slit with the other.  I
slowly scooped out the mixture of Danny’s spend and my own pussy
juice which had blended together into a thin whitish cream. I spread
the purloined love mixture onto Ellie’s seat--though I did eat one
finger’s worth for myself--and I felt a warm gush of pussy juice
between my legs, excited at the thought that I had marked my territory
right in my enemy’s back yard with her own man’s hot spunk.

    I smiled with satisfaction and went to the door, opened it a crack
and watched carefully to make sure no one was coming. Seeing all was
clear, I slipped out and returned to my office. That night I got a big
laugh when we all filed out to leave work: Ellie had a big, flaky,
whitish blotch on the back or her red skirt.

    “Ellie, dear,” I said, barely able to stifle an audible smirk,
“you should really check your skirt when you get home. It appears you
have some sort of big stain on your butt. See you tomorrow,” and I
flounced off, giggling softly.

    I worked at that company for another few months. I kept seeing
Danny on the sly and I was relentless in keeping him drained of cum to
the point where he complained of being tired. I told him if he wanted
to keep doing the best pussy in town, he better keep up with my
appetites. All my efforts paid off.  One day I heard the secretaries
in the office gossiping, saying that Ellie was complaining about Danny
not having the energy to do it any more and, they concluded, that was
the reason why Ellie had been such a bitch recently. It seems I was
successfully diverting the flow of juices and Ellie’s lake was
running dry. 

    Finally, I got an offer from another company and I gave my two
weeks notice. On my last day at about 4:45 in the afternoon, I pulled
Danny inside my office, unzipped his fly and sucked him dry in a
matter of minutes, keeping his warm fluid in my mouth. Without saying
a word, I got up and walked out, leaving him with a dripping, dangling
cock, and headed straight for Ellie’s office. I walked in, shut her
door, and went straight towards her.

    I got to within inches of her startled face, raised my arms and
grabbed her with both hands by the hair. I pulled her face forward,
smashed her mouth onto mine and forced my tongue between her lips. I
then proceeded to disgorge Danny’s cock fluids right into her gaping
mouth. She stood there in total shock, jaw slacked, with the white
liquid dripping down her chin.

    “Taste familiar? That’s cream of Danny. Oh, I forgot, you
haven’t had that for breakfast in a while, have you now? You know why
not? ‘Cause it’s all been going here,” and I pointed simultaneously
to my mouth and pussy then rubbed my belly in slow circles crooning,
“mmm, mmm, good.” 

    All Ellie could do was manage a “Whaa...you sick...”

    She never finished. I cut her off saying, “Bye, bye now and
don’t fret.  I’m leaving for good so you can resume your normal diet
again. You really do look in need of more nourishment, dear.”

    I then turned and walked out of that place forever.


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