Poncho Ilia - With this ring, I thee lust

Old Ruf threw his body on mine as if he were going to absorb rne right into him. Long, hard cock thrust and searched. It wanted me. It wanted my cunt. It used its hard length to rub its head all over my wet pussy and then it found the hole and wham it pushed and my breath was driven out of my body and I let my ass lift up and it was going, getting bigger and harder, driving, searching now for my most secret inside spots and I was panting, trembling, jerking my ass fast and hard and making his cock go into me deeper with each stroke. I felt that hard, fat, cocky cylinder slide into home and, whee, I gave him a few jerks and bumps and grinds, all of it coming naturally to me, and then we settled down to long, hard rhythm and I came just as Ruf came and pumped his come into me, making me all soft and warm and wet inside. We moaned and ground together and he didn't even stop, just kept right on fucking into his own come.

The second time was ever greater. I blacked out for a moment after the goodness was over. I came and my pussy clutched at Ruf's cock and he felt it and held it hard up in me, just a little movement to make it good for me. "You're fast," he said. "You're not going to stop now?" I wailed.

He didn't. He began to pump and my twat came alive again in three strokes. He came. I felt that sudden gush of come and he grunted and pumped and I said, "If you stop now, Ruf Gore, I'll let you rot in hell before I ever give you any again."

"Damn," he moaned, moving his relaxing cock tenderly.

"Goddamriit, Ruf," I said. "You can't stop now just when it's good."

He fell off and lay on his back and breathed heavily. I looked at his useless cock. It was shriveling up and it was coated with his come and my juices and I wanted that thing hard again and in me. It had been a long life without being laid and now that I'd found out how wonderful it was I wanted more, more. I wanted it pumping load after load into me. But Ruf was shot down.

But I'd been reading his books and I thought of a way, although I'd never tried it, to get him interested again. I gave my first blow job. I fell down and before I could take much time to think about it I took that lax cock into my mouth, tasting his come and my juices and I was so hot and so eager that I loved it immediately. I sucked and tasted and licked and the first thing I knew I'd created my first miracle. I resurrected Ruf's lax cock and he was pumping into my mouth, making fucking motions. "No you don't," I said, jerking away. I mounted him and sat on that stiff joint and sank it up into my body and began to dance on it. He just lay there, his back stiff, his hips lifted, and I used him. I mean, it was the first time in my life I'd ever screwed just for me and it was one wild experience. I danced and twisted and lifted and sank and bounced and moaned and came twice before Ruf got interested and came into me, pushing it up until it moved my liver aside and blasted out white joy into my thirsty womb. I said, "Ruf, that was just lovely."

And we slept side by side until we woke up, hearing my mother in the kitchen singing hymns, and he crawled on me with a morning piss hard and we went wild with a quickie and went out to breakfast, me holding a load of his come, and Ruf looking smug and happy. Shit, why not? We didn't have much. We ate fish and grits and wore hand-me-down clothing. We had nothing, we Gores, so why shouldn't a good Gore boy enjoy the body of his good Gore sister?

Well, it was just a couple of months after that that good old Juby began to see me as a woman, I'd guess, because he started reaching out to rub a tit when I'd get close. We'd never been an affectionate family, at least not between parents and children. So Juby's sudden fondness for putting his arm around me and for patting me on the ass came through just for what it was, lust. It got more and more obvious that my dear old pump stealing papa was thinking of more than father-daughter love and I began to try to decide what I'd do. I decided, since Juby always seemed to have an extra dollar for a bottle of Thunderbird wine, that I'd get something out of it besides a jazzing if he ever worked up enough nerve to punch me.

It came on a Sunday morning when Ma had gone off to church and Ruf was off somewhere and Sam was on the chain gang for nearly killing a guy in a bar. We were sacked out and I heard Juby get up and go to the used refrigerator. He drank all weekend long.

Ruf had been gone all weekend and I hadn't had any. I was lying there, warm and a little hot, toying with my clit. I'd long since stopped sleeping in anything. I was getting well rounded by that time, a girl reaching for a nice figure. I listened to Juby bumble around. When he opened the door I closed my eyes and pretended sleep.

"You 'wake, Ruby?" he asked. I grunted. He came in and stood beside the bed. I had the sheet over me, but I knew that he could see my nipples sticking up through it. "Wanna cook me somethin'?" "Ah, Pa," I moaned. "I don't wanta get up." He stood there and I could hear him breathing. Something in me, I don't know what, made me stretch. I arched my body-and the sheet clung to it, outlining my boobs and clinging to my mound, which stuck out nicely. I opened my eyes and say, he was taking it all in, his eyes wide, his mouth open. "Honey," he said, "you're going to be a woman soon." "I already am, Pop," I said.

"I mean, you're growing up." He sat down on the side of the bed. "Pretty soon the boys are going to be after you." "I hope so," I said, giggling.

"Poor little gal," he said, his voice almost on the weepy side. "No mama. Look, you ever have any questions, you come to your pappy, you hear." "Sure, pop," I said.

"I mean your poor old Ma can't help you, there," he said. "Like, she don't know nothing about such things. And boys will be boys." He paused. "Ain't no boy tried anything with you, have they?" "What do you mean, pa?" "I mean, like feeling you up and all."

"Oh, no." I was laughing at the old fart. I decided to have some fun with him. "What do they do to you, pa?"

He swallowed and gulped and got red and his hands jerked as he said, "Well, they try to play with your boobs."

"Why would they want to do that?" I asked. "They're just boobs. Only thing they're good for is suckling kids, and these won't ever do that." I arched my chest and stuck them out at him. I looked down at them. He was ogling them through the sheet. "Well, boys are like that," he said. "They like it."

"Do you like It?" I asked. "Do you play with mama's boobs?"

He grunted and got red and cleared his throat. "I want you to be a good girl, Ruby," he said. "I am," I said. "What else do-boys try to do to you?" "Oh, they try to feel between your legs," he managed.

"You mean where I pee?" I asked, really giving the old bastard a ride. "Yes," he gulped. "Boys must be crazy," I said.

"Well, it ain't all one way," he said. "You'll be wanting things like that, too."

"Not me," I said. "I can't imagine it. I mean, why would I want to have a boy feel my boobs and between my legs?" "You just will."

"I don't believe it. If they try am I supposed to let them?" "No sir," he said. "I want you to be a good girl."

I decided to see just how hypocritical he was, because all this time his eyes were eating up my boobs and my mound and my body through the sheet. 1 let the sheet slip and show most of one tit and the beginning of a nipple and his eyes widened and he gulped. "I think I should know what it's like," I said. "I mean, if I'm going to know what jto do and what not to do, and if I can't talk to ma, better you show me what I should watch out for, huh?"

"Well," he said, wondering about it. I could see the lust in his eyes.

Now don\ get the idea that I was lusting for my father. Juby wasn't the fine figure of the man. Years of cheap wine and no work had put a pot on him and he was a short, chubby little man in the first place. But I was just playing a game,with him. "I mean, if a boy tries something and 1 like it I might 70 not be able to stop if it felt good, like you say." I looked up and gave him a smile and forced a yawn which uncovered both my boobs and I just left them out for him to ogle. I looked down and the old fart had a hard on and I thought, "why you old hypocrite" and decided to see just what he'd do, given the chance.