Poncho Ilia - With this ring, I thee lust

The next thing I remember about Ruf was his pride when he reached puberty. By that time we were not sleeping together. My mother, bless her fuddled head, had heard in church that it wasn't nice for young kids to sleep together, so she put a cot into the room and made Ruf sleep on it. When it was cold he'd come and get in bed with me and feel me up and cuddle for warmth, but he'd given up on screwing me, for I steadfastly refused. But when he discovered that he'd become a man he came up to me one day and said, "I've got something to show you."

Mother was out in the kitchen. We went into our room and he sat down on the edge of my bed and took out his cock. "Shit, I've seen that thing," I said. "Just look," he said. "Jack it off."

"I'm not gonna let you do it to me," I said. "You don't know how or something." "Naw, just jack it off."

I put my hands on it and began to masturbate him. "Matter of fact," he said, "we can't ever do it again." "Why?" I asked, relieved, but curious, "I'm gonna show you why."

I worked on him and he began to move his hips, thrusting into my hands. He came and I gasped, because instead of just throbbing the way it always did, the sonofabitch reared back and spit at me. It spit out a white, thick fluid which got all over my hands and arm. I took his shirt tail and began to wipe it off. "That's come," he said proudly. "So?"

"That's why I can't fuck you ever again." "Well, that's no skin pff my ass," I said. "That's what makes girls have babies," he said. I was interested. "You're shitting me," I said.

"No," he said. "If I fucked you and pumped that come into you you'd swell up and have a baby."

I couldn't believe it. I went into the school library and couldn't find a thing about having babies and then I went to the public library and found out that sure enough it's come that makes girls have babies and I was a little envious about it, because I couldn't do anything like that. All I could do was rub myself and throb inside. But I also learned that I couldn't have a baby until something happened inside to me, and I thought seriously about trying it again with Ruf, just to feel how it felt when the come came out. But I didn't.

I came into womanhood late, about thirteen, I'd guess. It scared the shit out of me to start bleeding like a stuck "pig, but I talked to the school nurse and she straightened me out and gave me a box of Kotex. She also told me how girls get in trouble and she said, "Don't ever let a boy have intercourse with you." She said, "They'll tell you that it will be safe with contraceptives, but they've been known to break."

I knew what she meant. Ruf carried a three pack of rubbers in his pocket all the time. He always was willing to tell me about his sexual adventures. He was getting it regularly from the girl down the road and one time he sweated blood for a while, because, in the heat of action, the rubber broke and he unloaded about a quart right up his girl friend's old kazoo and until she came around with the red flag there was one worried stud carrying a new three pack of rubbers and cursing them every time he saw them.

So, I was almost sixteen before I had my first load of come, before I found out that fucking is one of life's most pleasurable items.

I got sick when I was fourteen and we had to go on the welfare, because Juby was off in jail again. The welfare people sent me to a doctor and he poked around in me and said I needed an operation. I told my mother and she said, "Pray, Ruby, and the Lord will heal you." He didn't, but I didn't pray too much. I spent about two years of pure hell, with irregular periods, thinking maybe I was pregnant from a cucumber, being just miserable. Then the welfare people sent me to the hospital and the doctor didn't even have to remove the whole works, but he left me a helluva playpen. He told me, sadly, that I'd never know the joy of motherhood, because I'd been born messed up and had not had early treatment, but all I was thinking was, hey, now I can do it and not have to worry about getting pregnant like other girls.

It took a helluva long time to heal. And I was sore, Jesus. I couldn't even play with myself. I worked up a real lust and was wondering if it wasn't time to try it again with a boy. There was this boy in school. He rode our bus. He was a nice looking stud and I flirted with him and he with me. I kept hinting that he should come and see me, but he must have been shy.

I'd lie in my bed and dream of him while I was healing up. I imagined him doing all the things I'd read about, all the things Ruf told me he did to his girls. I'd get the delicious trembles thinking about it, and that little bastard, who could have had a willing piece for the asking, didn't have the guts to even hold my hand.

I tell you, it was a time of frustration. Cut off from my regular masturbation, feeling sorry for myself, I dreamed of him and wanted him and must have worked myself into womanhood, because the night I got my first; load oЈ come it was wild. It made me come. I felt that cock swell up and then burst in me and, wow, I was a woman. I felt that wonderful splash of come up inside of me, against my harmless womb. I mean, I could feel his come driving out into me. I'd seen him come and knew that he could shoot about five feet on the first throb and that first jet of it was something else going into me. I went wild and came and giggled as he emptied into me.

But I'm getting ahead of myself. It wasn't the boy down the road, not the boy I dreamed about. I couldn't get him to come to my house or pick me up or anything. I was ready to give him what was probably his first piece and couldn't get him interested enough to come and get it, so that left good old Ruf.

Ruf was spending about half his nights off somewhere about that time. He had an older woman on the beach, divorced, who liked young cock and he was making it with her regularly. He was telling me about it one night. It had been seven weeks since my operation. I was feeling all right and my cunt hair had grown back into a prickly, short beard.

When Ruf was home he slept in the room with me. He and I were used to each other and didn't do much in the way of preserving modesty. I slept in a tattered old pair of pajamas from the welfare grab bag and he slept in Ruf and I was not ignorant about the way a nearly grown man is built, because I'd seen Ruf plenty of times. I'd seen him soft and I'd seen him hard. He'd grown a sizeable tally whacker and he was growing as a man. He was a big bastard and tough as nails and I didn't mind having him for a brother.

That night when Ruf opened a whole new world for me he came in about half drunk. I was»reading in my bed. He undressed and fell into his cot. I looked over. His cock was limp and hanging off to one side. "That goddamned woman doesn't know when a man needs a little rest," he said. "I thought you were a stud," I said.

"A man gets tired of old cunt," he said. "I'm going out with JeanJtomorrow night."

"Jean won't buy you a new suit," I said. His divorcee was buying muchly loud clothes for Ruf. "I want me a nice, young, tight cunt," Ruf said.

My muff, growing out, itched me. I reached down and scratched. I saw Ruf's eyes following my hand. "Damned stuff itches," I said.

He laughed. "I don't see how a man can stand a beard," I said. "That's the way my muff is, all short and wire-haired and itchy."

"Let me see," he said, getting up. There was just the one light, beside my bed.

"They say whores keep it shaved," I said, opening my pajamas, they were men's pajamas, to show him my short-haired mound. He looked at it gravely. "I can see where it'd itch," he said, matter of factly.

I gave it a good scratch. He laughed and said, "Need any help?" He put his hand down and scratched my mound. "I don't see why he had to shave it," I said.

"Keep germs out, I guess," he said. "What did they do to you anyway?" "Same thing they did to mama," I said. "I guess." "What did they do to her?" "I don't know. Some kind of operation. Juby wanted it because he didn't want any more kids. They did it because they said mama was mentally defective." "Shit."