The plough girl - part two
By Diana the Valkyrie 
A Ukrainian country girl goes to New York

Olga

And then he tried to put his tape measure all the way around my
chest. I have a broad back, and a very full projection and I came 
in at 52 inches, 132 centimeters.  I told him that it didn't
matter anyway, because after I get my sex life back into full swing,
everything will get bigger.

He looked a bit nervous about that, so I explained that I wouldn't
expect him, or any man, to be able to give me the amount of sex
I need, and I'd make up the difference by going pussycatting. He
didn't ask me what that was, maybe he guessed. It's a bit like
food. A plough girl needs a lot more food than an ordinary woman -
and a lot more sex.

"In fact," I said, "I think I'll go pussycatting tonight. I'm
in the mood."  He warned me about the dangers of a woman going
out alone at night in New York, but I laughed. "I'm not a woman,
I'm a plough girl. But while I'm out, you could do me a favour,
if you get a length of cotton fabric and a needle and thread,
so I can make something more suitable for me to wear." Meanwhile,
I'd go out in his modified shorts and shirt.

Pussycatting went well that night. I found a place where the lights
were bright and the music was loud, and decided to try my luck
there. I was stopped at the door by some guy who seemed to have a
problem with the way I was dressed, and when I tried to insist,
he pushed me away. So I pushed him in return, then stepped over
his supine body. You don't manhandle a plough girl.

Inside, people were talking (or rather, shouting) at each other
because the music was so loud, laughing and drinking what I guessed
must be alcoholic drinks, which I avoid for reasons which are
obvious. I scanned the room for likely sex partners, and while
I was doing that, I felt a hand groping up my skirt. I brought my
legs together and whirled to face the groper. His arm, trapped by my
thighs, whirled with me, but his body wasn't fast enough to follow,
and there was the horrible "snap" that you hear whenever a man gets
his arm broken. I bent over to apologise, because I hadn't intended
to damage him, but I don't think he heard me, so I moved on.

I spotted a likely candidate. He was small, but well-formed, maybe
about 160 centimeters, with is about a foot less than me. And he
looked a bit skinny and weak, but that's a description that fits
most men, so I approached him.  He certainly was small -  his eyes
were at the same level as my nipples, but that's OK. He was staring
at me as if he'd never seen a plough girl before, which come to
think of it, was probably the case. I bent over and shouted at
him "I'm Olga". He shook his head, like he couldn't hear over the
loud music. So I picked him up, accidentally-on-purpose rubbing
his chest against my breasts, so that his ear was next to my mouth,
and shouted straight into his ear, "I'M OLGA". He mumbled something,
probably his name, and I said "Let's dance."

I didn't let go of him - why take the chance of him doing a
runner? And I carried him to the dance floor, where I jiggled up
and down with him until I felt the welcome pressure of a stiff
dick against my belly. "Nice," I said, "Do you want to fuck?" He
didn't answer, he just groaned, which I interpreted as a "Yes".
So I held him against my body with one arm, and with my other
hand, lowered his trousers, being careful not to hurt his dick. He
wriggled a bit, which could have been resistance, or it could have
been anticipation. and I pulled up my skirt a bit so that my vagina
could grip his dick and pull it inside.

After that, it was business as usual. Everyone around us thought
we were dancing, but my vagina was gripping, pulling and releasing
his dick. And when I was ready to come, I applied a bit of a twist,
which unleashed a major spurt that enhanced my orgasm very nicely.

"Thank you," I said politely, and let him down gently to the
floor. People continued to dance around the prone man whose name I
never did discover, and I looked around for the next candidate. I
don't know why he was crying, because I was pretty sure that I
hadn't damaged him at all.


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