A Sexy Cookout Is More Complete With A Corn Dildo!

Boy, did I ever have a sexy cookout on the fourth of July!

I went to a sexy cookout my family was having. It was a large gathering with loads of people. I enjoyed talking to some of them and hadn’t seen some people in years. My boyfriend hadn’t been able to come along, so I was solo for the day. I had several beers, and booze always makes me a bit horny. Many people had come to the event, so I didn’t have any privacy. I hadn’t packed any sex toys, but I really like being penetrated by a toy rather than just finger play. I started to look around at things I might use. Then my eyes set on something, and I thought, no. I can’t. I shouldn’t. But I couldn’t stop thinking about it when I got the idea.

A pile of ears of corn was ready to be boiled for the sexy cookout. The corn was large, and the bumps would provide some sensual texture. I knew it was crazy to even think of such a thing. Eventually, I casually walked past the plate of shucked corn cobs, took one, and wandered away. I don’t think anyone saw me. I walked down to a little stream a ways away from the festivities. Then, I sat on a tree stump, looked at the corn cob in my hand, and knew it would feel good in my pussy. I stood up and quickly pulled my shorts and panties down. When I took them off, there was already a wet spot on my panties.

I looked over my shoulder to ensure no one witnessed my sexy cookout masturbation.

I didn’t see anyone. Then, I sat right at the very edge of the tree stump and started to ease the corn cob into my pussy. I couldn’t believe I was fucking myself with an ear of corn. I was such a horny bitch, it was unreal. Yet it felt good, and I kept pushing it in and out with my left hand and worked my clit with my right. Then, I leaned back and just enjoyed it. I could hear the people at the cookout in the distance. I wondered what they’d think of me if they knew I was masturbating with a cob of corn. They’d likely think I was a pathetic nympho, but damn, this sexy cookout felt thrilling. I hadn’t cum in days, and I was indeed horny.

I thought about how I’d tell my boyfriend about it when I got home. He’d certainly wish he’d been here to see me doing this. Of that, I was certain! I pumped away and could feel the rows of bumps rubbing against my stiff clit. I pulled it in and out, and the cob was wet from my pussy and making squishy noises. The cob was not a bad choice for a dildo, it seemed. I sped up and worked my clit faster and faster. The cob was going in and out of my cunt and stretching me. It was a good thickness, thicker than most cocks I’d had. Finally, I could feel myself getting ready to cum and did so right on the tree stump of my own little sexy cookout.

I caught my breath and looked at the corn cob in my hand I’d used as a dildo.

I laughed as I thought about the absurdity of it all. Then, I tossed it into the stream. I guess some fish would have it for dinner. I pulled up my shorts and panties and walked back to the group. None of them were wiser about my sordid actions assaulting an innocent vegetable by the river bank. No one seemed to look at me funny or notice the missing cob of corn. There were dozens left, so it hardly showed as being gone in the pile. Soon I was having hot dogs, potato salad, and corn along with everyone else. I stayed for the fireworks and then drove home alone. I was amused at the odd choice of a sex toy I’d masturbated with.

The next day, I told my boyfriend. He was indeed quite amused at the story of my horny adventure at the fourth of July cookout. He said he’d work the cob in and out of me next time. I can’t wait.

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