Ann: A Love Story Ch. 61

"Hmm...what did you have in mind?"

"Actually...I've been thinking about that for the last couple of hours. I know you're still in charge, but would you mind letting me take you somewhere?"

"You actually have some place in mind?"

"Well...I don't have an exact location specifically. But I'm pretty sure we won't have any trouble finding a place to stop to do what I want to do."

"Well, that sounds a little too good to pass up, babe. Go ahead and take us there."

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Ann looked over her shoulder, her eyes in the dreamy state as I pounded into her mercilessly. "God...I've always wanted to do this," she said as she leaned forward just a little.

"Really...just like this?"

"Well...maybe my dreams as a kid were more like what you were doing to me a few minutes ago. But I've been dreaming about what you're doing now all...day...long!" she said, her last few words in time with my balls slapping up against her cunt as I buried my cock inside her.

Once I'd told Ann that she should take us to wherever she had in mind, she started looking for highway signs to find the exit she was looking for. As it turned out, she took the first exit we came across, which was a bit of a surprise. It was a rural exit, and there wasn't the hint of anything there...not even a gas station. It was literally like we'd gotten off in the middle of nowhere, if you defined 'nowhere' as flat, open farmland dotted by the occasional farmhouse few and far between.

Ann turned south off of the exit, and headed down a country road, bordered on both sides by more cornfields. She was driving along, looking at the rows of corn on both sides, like she was expecting to find something there. I was about to ask her what the hell we were doing, when she let out a little shriek of joy and slowed down, turning the car across the highway as she pulled onto a little dirt path that split the field that was to our east.

Now, we were driving IN the cornfield, on a bumpy access road the farmers use to drive their equipment down. The corn was so close to us it seemed like it was practically hitting the mirrors on the car as Ann navigated the ruts and potholes in the trail. About a half mile from the road, there was a little rise in the field, and we went up and over it, and I saw Ann checking her rearview mirror...a happy little smile appearing on her face.

She found a place that was a little wider than the rest of the path, and she stated doing a little maneuvering with the car.

"What are you doing?" I asked, finally intrigued enough that I couldn't hold in my questions any longer.

"I'm turning around," she said as she put the car in reverse, and made another quick turn of the wheel.

"Oh...we're in the wrong cornfield? Maybe we should go back to Iowa...and we'll find the baseball field you're looking for," I laughed, referring to 'Field of Dreams', the first movie Ann and I had ever seen together on our last night in Indiana.

"That's funny," she said as she backed up and moved forward one more time. "We're in the right place. I'm just turning around now so we don't have to do it later."

"This is the right place? Seriously?"

Ann turned off the car and pulled up the parking brake, stopping in the middle of that dirt road well off the country road we'd turned off of. "Yep...this is it," Ann said as she started to unbutton the rest of her dress.

"Ann...we're in the middle of a damn cornfield."

"Uh huh. You said it...consider this my little 'Field of Dreams'. Now wait here...I'm going to go build a place for us to have some fun."

"You're going to BUILD it?"

"Yep...make it...build it...whatever. What did he say in the movie, Neil...if I build it, you will cum," she giggled.

It seemed to be a bit of a stretch just to make a pun, but I'd started it by talking about the movie in the first place. I had a little smirk on my face as Ann got out of the car, and took off her dress. She was standing naked outside as she threw it on the seat, along with the dildo she'd had stuffed in her pussy. Then she closed the door and went to the back, opening the hatch. Yelling from the back, she said, "Give me fifteen minutes, and then come fuck me baby."

"Where are you going to be?"

"You'll know. Just look."

With that, she closed the hatch and said, "Oh...no peeking, and come naked."

I stared straight ahead, shaking my head as I thought about what she could possibly be doing. "What could she be making?" I asked myself, "...and who are we, the children of the corn? This whole thing seems so...weird."

But then I thought about the movie that we'd shared that last night together in Fort Wayne...the night of our date. And a strange feeling hit me...the way thoughts come full circle. Here we were in a cornfield, much like what was in that movie and we were heading back home, to Indiana, where we'd seen it. And Lord knows...Indiana has its own share of cornfields too. I wasn't sure of the correlation, if there even was one, but I found it suddenly symbiotic.

Looking out the windshield, I noticed for the first time that Ann had parked in a spot that was hidden. The rise in the field that we'd driven over now hid the car from the country road we'd driven down. It couldn't have been on purpose, because Ann couldn't have known it was even there, but the fact that fate had led us to a place where we could truly be alone, and in some way fulfill whatever Ann had in mind kind of hit me as well. Ann and I were big believers in fate...since we felt that's what brought us together in life.

Checking my watch, I leaned up and took off my shirt, and then unbuttoned and unzipped my shorts, taking them off as I sat in the car. I didn't want to waste any time once the fifteen minutes were up. At that point, it was just a waiting game, trying to be patient and make sure I gave Ann enough time to do whatever it was that she was doing.

Which had me thinking, "What the hell can she be doing?"

I checked my watch again a few minutes later, and then I checked my cock. Both of them were telling me it was time to go find Ann. I got out of the car, and decided rather quickly that the sandals were staying on, and I headed down the path, looking for where she might be. I was going slowly, not wanting to miss a sign, but I doubt I could have once I saw it. There, about 50 yards farther ahead, was a red bra hanging on a stalk of corn.

I'd never seen Ann wear that particular bra, and she hadn't worn ANY underwear when we started the day, so she'd obviously gotten that out of the car when she'd opened the back. That, or there was another naked babe running around. Either way, that was where I was headed. Once I got to the bra, I looked down the row of corn. I couldn't see anything, but I knew that's where I needed to go.

Now, I'd been in my share of corn mazes before, but those were always done in late fall, near Halloween, made from the tattered tan stalks that came at the very end of the growing season. AND, the pathways cut into the cornfield to make the maze were always as wide as a hallway, never smaller than 4 feet, and sometimes wider. This was just a row of corn that I was following to who knows where. Well, Ann knew, but she wasn't there to tell me.

I followed that row for about a hundred yards at least, walking along the uneven terrain. I was at least happy that it hadn't rained recently. I could only imagine how the dark earth would have looked if it were mud instead. Then again, we probably would have gotten the car stuck just a couple of feet onto that little road we'd traveled down to get where we were.

Out of nowhere, a little clearing appeared in front of me as I approached. As I got closer, I could tell that Ann had indeed been busy...and it stunned me that she'd been able to do it in fifteen minutes.

"So...this is how crop circles happen. Horny women working in the fields," I said as I looked at Ann, who was already sweating and breathing heavy as she lay on the big horse blanket she'd gotten from her Aunt Helen.

"Yeah...I feel a little guilty about ruining the corn, though," she said as she looked up at me.

"I don't think it's that big a deal, Ann. I think this is a field of popcorn...otherwise, they would have harvested them already. Besides, the combine should still be able to separate the corn from the stalks when they come through here."

"How do you know so much about corn...you never lived on a farm?"

"No...but I know a lot of people who do," I smiled. "So...what are we doing here?"

"We're fucking...just like we would if we lived in Indiana when we were kids, and I lived on a farm and you were my boyfriend."

It was an interesting little fantasy that Ann had come up with. And I was guessing that there was more to it than something that she had come up with in the few hours she'd been driving while I was asleep. But the answers to any questions I might have had at the time would have to come later. I had an extremely horny fiancée on my hands.

I sat down and took off my sandals, placing them next to Ann's sneakers, answering at least one question I had. And as I was doing that, Ann reached her hand to my lap and started stroking my huge erection.

"Mmm...you came ready," she said with a smile.

"You told me I'd get to cum...that's enough motivation for me," I replied as I turned my attentions to her breasts.

We laid back onto the blanket, made lumpy and uneven from the broken stalks and ears of corn beneath it. Ann had cleared out an area of about 10 square feet, just a little bigger than the blanket, pressing the corn down with her shoes so that she could spread it out. It wasn't the most comfortable place I'd ever fucked, but there was something exciting about it. It was crude, and a little insane. But it was definitely different, and Ann and I loved to do things that weren't necessarily ordinary. I thought of her comment the day before, when she'd said something about our little foray into the world of bondage. She said that if it wasn't what I liked, we could just mark it off the list of things we'd tried, and move on.

I loved the idea that we even had a list, whether it was written, or undocumented; spoken or left to our imagination. Just the idea that we were trying different things sexually to see if it was something that turned us on was inspiring, and a little motivational. And no matter how it turned out in the end, we were still having sex with someone we loved. We could always add it, or cross it off our list.

Ann took my cock into her mouth, sucking me hard down her tight throat. SHE was motivated, her nostrils flaring as she breathed hard while taking me deep. I was playing with her nipples, but she pushed me onto my back, wanting things to progress quicker than I'd anticipated. But I should have seen that coming. She'd been fucking herself with her dildo all the way through Iowa...she'd been having foreplay with herself. Now that she had a real cock to play with, she had no intentions of working our way slowly towards what she wanted. And no man that I know of will complain if his woman wants to go straight to go, and bypass all the other stops along the way, myself included in that group. Ann wanted to fuck, and fuck right then...so I didn't argue.

Her sucking my cock was just to make it slick, and to get me into the position she wanted to start in. I'd told her that she could be in charge of this little part of our trip for the day, and she was taking full advantage of that privilege. Rolling me onto my back, I thought we were going to do a 69 as Ann swung her body around and threw her leg over my head. I was staring up at a very wet pussy with a very hard clit sticking out in plain view. But instead of lowering her body so I could taste her, Ann scooted forward.

Ann's pussy gripped my shaft as she sank down over my crotch with her back to me, making our groins meld together. Her hands went to my chest, and she secured her feet on the ground as she started riding me. The way her pussy enveloped my shaft was amazing; the more I fucked Ann, the more I realized what we were built for each other, like my cock was specifically made to fit inside her tight cunt. Of course, she was actually fucking ME at the moment, but the effect felt the same.

I could feel Ann's nails digging into the skin of my chest. It wasn't hard, and it didn't hurt...there was a little pain, but it felt incredible as she sort of massaged them in place, changing the pressure and intensity, just like she was changing her pace as she fucked me.

After a little while, Ann leaned forward, her hands going to my lower legs as she bent my shaft back at an intense angle. She started moaning almost at once, and I could actually feel her clit dragging along the soft skin of my rock hard shaft. I placed my hand on Ann's lower back, feeling her sweat-slick skin as it moved up and down against my palm. Just my touch had made her body react in such a way that I grinned.

My other hand moved to Ann's hip. Then I had hands on both hips, feeling her as she rode me. Slowly, I moved my hands around to her ass, until they were under her, feeling her bottom landing on my crotch. Digging MY fingers in, I pulled at her ass, spreading her cheeks so I could peek at the little pink rosebud that was her asshole.

As I held her ass open, with my middle fingers touching her back door, Ann screamed out. "FUCK...NEIL! You make me feel SOOOO GOOOOOD!"

She started cumming, humping her ass up and down faster, making my hands slip. Her hips were moving so fast that I couldn't grab her again, so I just placed my right hand underneath her, my middle finger rubbing her ass hole.

"Oh...God...FUCK!" she said as pulled off and got on her hands and knees. Looking over her shoulder, Ann practically barked at me. "Fuck me baby. I want you to fuck me!"

I got up and grabbed her hips again. I had my right knee on the ground just inside her right leg. My left leg was bent, my foot firmly planted next to the outside of her left knee, grazing it as I took my cock in my hand and fed it into her gaping cunt. As it sank deep inside her wet gash, I groaned, my fingers digging into the skin of her hips.

"Fuck, Ann...you're pussy is so damn tight!"

"That's because your cock is so fucking thick," she said as she reared her back and slammed her ass back into me.

We began fucking each other hard, the collision of our bodies almost violent. The slapping of my groin hitting Ann's ass floating through the rows of corn, sounding like to wild animals rutting in the cover of a corn field. We were grunting and squawking, along with some very creative cursing as we went at each other. When one of us would do something particularly hard, the other would raise their level and go even harder. It was like we were trying to out fuck each other. And with Ann and I being as competitive as we were, that was proving to be interesting at the very least.

I knew it was going to happen. And in a way, I wanted it to. From the moment I got on the blanket with Ann, there was no pretending that this was going to be anything other than us fucking. Just looking around where we were told us both that this wasn't a place to make love. Ann had 'built' a place for us to fuck. And that being fact, it was easy to see where we'd end up; it happened almost every time that Ann got into a mood where she wanted her sex hard and rough.

I'd touched on it, when I touched Ann's ass with my fingers. She was telling me she wanted me to fuck her in the ass. She just wasn't saying it with words; she was using her body to tell me, and that made it even hotter to me. My right hand made it's way to Ann's delectable ass, caressing her skin. Actually, I was dragging my nails lightly across it, making her curse at me, begging me to fuck her harder. Instead, I pulled my cock out of her pussy for a minute, jamming three fingers into it to get them wet. She yelled at me, telling me how close she was to cumming, which I already knew.

When I stuffed my cock back inside her cunt, she knew what I was doing, especially when my fingers grazed her ass again.

"Do it! Stick your fucking fingers in my ass!" she screamed.

I did, not waiting to work my way up to three by starting with just one. I held them together, and rammed all three of them inside her tight back door, making her scream even louder. I was fucking her in time with my cock, invading both of her holes at once. And that brought Ann close again, picking up beyond where we'd left off.

Ann turned her head, her eyes looking almost angry as she neared her orgasm. I knew it was the sexual mood talking. But it stunned me a little when she barked, "When I start to cum, pull that big mother fucker out of my cunt and start fucking my ass with it!"

I wasn't going to debate it, or ask if she was sure. I knew better. And it wasn't going to be a problem anyway. I could feel her anal ring loosening up around my fingers as she relaxed. I knew she was working her body, preparing for what she wanted me to do to her. It amazed me that she was learning that kind of control, considering just a few months before the mere thought of taking anything up her ass, let alone something as big as my dick, had mortified her.

But now, Ann was begging me to take her anally and that's what I intended to do. She lowered her upper body, her nipples dragging along the rough weave of the horse blanket; her hands gripping at the edge of the material as she pushed back into me.

"I'm cumming Neil! I'M CUMMING...FUCK MY ASS! PLEASE FUCK MY ASS!"

I pulled my fingers out of her back hole and I grabbed both of her cheeks with my hands, stretching them wide to keep her ass open for the tip of my cock. I pulled out of her pussy on one stroke, and jammed my shaft into her ass full bore on the next. Ann's growl was astounding, the primal scream she was holding back sounding even worse than if she would have just let it out. She sounded like she was being tortured. But when she looked back to me a second time, the smile on her face showed just how what I'd done really made her feel.

Ann's hand flew to her cunt, and she started frigging her clit frantically to keep her orgasm going strong. I decided to help her, so I reached underneath with both hands, and I started pawing at her tits. That made Ann push her body back up with her left hand to give me room, and I yanked on her nipples, making her wince and hiss at me while I pounded away at her ass.

That's when Ann said she'd always wanted to be fucked like I was fucking her. And when I questioned her, she admitted that the part with me fucking her ass was just during the last few hours. I wondered what had made her want our sex to be on the rough side, since we'd just done our little experiment with bondage and such a couple of days before. Of course, that was the extreme, and we weren't going to be doing that again for a while. But, it seemed like every week or so, Ann liked a really hard fuck that included anal. So maybe that's all this was...it just seemed a little soon on the heels of our night in Colorado.

But then again, that was three states ago...and it was six since I'd fucked her in the ass, since all I'd done at the resort that night was put a butt plug inside her. Maybe that was part if it...I hadn't actually fucked her anally the night I had her tied and at my mercy. But whatever the root cause happened to be, this was what it was...Ann wanted her ass fucked, I was giving her what she wanted.

I moved my right foot, squatting over Ann as I placed it just outside right knee like my other foot was. Grabbing her hips, and having leverage from having both feet on the ground, I bent my back and started firing forward with my thighs. It was a position I'd never tried, and I doubted Ann had either. But it was a dramatic difference from how we'd just been using and abusing each other...and almost at once I felt my balls starting to stir.