Poncho Ilia - With this ring, I thee lust

"Since you're my father, it seems right that you'd show me those things," I said. "I mean, show me how a boy would play with my boobs, so I'll know and will be able to head him off."

That did it. He gulped and swallowed and his hands reached out. "I reckon it might be a good idea," he said. And his hands glommed down onto my exposed booby mounds and squeezed and his body started trembling. I thrust them up into his hands and lay there looking at him.

"They'll do this," he said, squeezing them and playing with them. "Then they'll do this." He pinched my nipples and the little bastards felt wonderful. They swelled and got big and I could see that thrilled him. He sat there playing with my boobs for a long time. "How does it feel?" he asked, looking at me.

"I see what you mean," I said. "It does begin to feel sort of fine after a while. Do it some more so I'll know for sure."

He was panting and gasping. I let him play with my boobs until it sent the juices swirling down into my twat. I closed my eyes and pretended he was that good looking boy in my home room and I got hotter than a firecracker. "Do they do anything else?" I asked. "I mean, I heard some of the girls saying they sometimes sucked them, like babies." "They do that," he said. "Show me," says I.

He bent, whistling and panting and sank his face into my boobs. He needed a shave. His rough beard made a tingling sensation all over me. His mouth was like any mouth, only a little more experienced, him being older. He sucked me into a blazing hot and I was threshing around on the bed and jamming my tits up for his mouth and teeth and I wanted more, much more. I didn't care who it was, by now. I was just hot. "Show me how they feel between your legs," I said.

I kicked off the sheet. He quit chewing my tits long enough to look at my whole body, his own body atrem-ble. Then he went back to my tits and his hand went down my flat tummy and found my wetness. When he felt it wet and hot, he must have been surprised. He began to shake and gasp while he did his work on my tits and I began to lift my ass as he rubbed and felt and I almost came when he finally put a finger into me. 'This is what they'll try to do," he gasped. "Do it feel good?"

"Sort of good," I said, "but do it some more so I'll be sure."

"I reckon I oughta show you," he said, fucking me with his finger and lifting me closer and closer to coming. "How do it feel?" "Your finger in me?" I asked. "Yeah."

"Well, it feels like you're putting something up my pee hole," I said.

"That ain't your pee hole," he said. "That's where babies come from."

"I can't have babies," I said. He went stiff for a moment. I could almost hear his mind working. I was getting hotter and hotter and I wanted something more than just a finger in that hole where babies came from.

"Pop," I asked, "do boys put their things in there where you've got your finger?" "They'll try to," he said.

"Maybe you'd better show me what they'll try to do," I said, wanting cock, cock, and it didn't matter whose.

"That's a mortal sin," he said. "I can't show you that."

I tried a different tact. "I've never seen a boy's thing, except Ruf's when we were little," I said. "Will you show me yours?"

He thought about it for a little while. "I guess that would be all right," he said. He got up and slipped down his pants. "Now, Ruby, it may be a bit of a shock, but I'm doing this so's when you get married you won't be scared the first time you see your husband with a hard on." "Good idea," I said.

He took it out. Wow. My old man may have been a little guy, but he made up for it in the right place. He had a whacker on him, did old Juby. It was a huge, purple headed, long, thick monster which made Ruf's look like the cock of a teenage boy, which it was.

"That's what they look like when they try to put it in you?" "That's it," he said, holding his cock.

"It doesn't look so bad," I said. "Can I feel it? Just to know what it feels like?" He was gasping for air. "I guess so."

I put my hand on it and caressed it just the way Ruf liked it. If Juby wondered how I'd learned to play with a cock he didn't mention it. He closed his eyes and moved his loins and enjoyed it. "Does it feel good?" I asked. "It sure do," he said.

"Pop, how does a girl get anything out of it?" I asked. "Does the boy have all the fun?" "No, the girl gets some fun, too." "How?"

"Well," he said, reaching for my pussy, finding it and my clit, "doesn't that feel good?" He was rubbing my clit hard. I squirmed and moved the skin up and down on his big, hard cock and wanted to just pull him on top of me and ram it home. "Does it?" he asked.

"Oh, wow," I said. "Do it some more. Make me feel good, pop." "God, I can't," he said. "It's a sin."

"Put your finger in me again," I said. He inched it in. I began to frig him good, but I don't want him to come, so when he got to close I'd stop and he was fingering me good and I couldn't come, I wanted that huge thing in me so badly I just couldn't waste it on his finger.

"Pop," I moaned, "since it's an educational demonstration, it can't be a sin. I mean, what's the harm in you showing me what I have to avoid in order to be a good girl?" "Oh, honey," he moaned. "Oh, honey."

"Show me, pop. Show me." I was milking his cock, making the seminal fluid come out of it, then smearing it on the head of it to make it slick. "It won't be a sin."

"If I do it, you have to swear on your blood you'll never tell," he said. "I swear."

It happened so fast, then, that I couldn't have stopped it if I'd wanted to. He was up and out of his pants in a flat second and throwing himself down on my slim, teenager's body with a hunger which almost scared me. He guided his huge, purple-headed cock in and, wow, I was filled up for the first time in my life. I even forgot to pretend that it hurt, but the stupid old fart didn't even notice he was so hot. He rammed that thing home in me and it pushed up against my eyeballs and I was moaning and coming with the first penetration, and I guess he thought that was my virgin's pain. "Hurt, honey?" he asked. "Oh, yes," I moaned. "But it's all right."

"That's what boys will do, hurt you," he said, pumping and filling my cunt with each movement of his hips. I began to work at it, hoping for another one before he came, and I learned the value of older men that day. I'd had only young boys to then and they went like fire crackers, giving me a hard time having one climax before they were finished, but my Pop, the old darling, with his huge rod, and his fat little body, pounded me and rooted up there next to my sterile womb and made long, sliding entry strokes for a full fifteen minutes and I had one, two, three great ones before he began to grunt with each stroke and pumped me full.

Well, I'd determined in advance that I was going to make him pay, but I'd ended up begging for it and almost forcing him to fuck me. I had to wait to get paid. After that first time, pop made me swear again and again that I wouldn't tell. He said if I toki they'd put him in jail and send me to the girl's reform school where they had an electric whipping machine. They strapped you in a bed, bottom up, and turned on the electric whipping machine and it wore out four razor straps before it cut off. I said, "Listen, I won't tell, but I think you'd better plan to do it again now and then-to keep me from being a bad gir! with boys."

"You're a sensible girl," he said. "It's better to do it at home than out there where you can get into trouble." My pop wasn't a great lover. He just liked to crawl on, after a little titty chewing, and put it in. Well, that suited me. But he also liked to do it from the rear. The second or third time we did it he turned me over and put my legs together. Then he rammed his huge, long cock into me from the rear, him on his knees, his thighs holding my little ass between them. I got nothing out of it and told him so. After that, I had my way of picking up a quarter now and then. When he'd want to screw I was ready, but I told him I wanted something out of it, too. So I'd balk at letting him do me from the rear. We arrived at a compromise. He'd get my rocks off once and then he'd do it from the rear, after me crying and making him promise me a quarter.