Poncho Ilia - With this ring, I thee lust

"As you can see," he said sadly, "I have this problem. As the old saying goes, the spirit is willing, but the flesh is weak."

I put my hand on it and paid it a lot of attention, expecting it to swell inside my fingers. He seemed to enjoy it, but nothing happened. So I went down in a flash and sucked the whole thing into my mouth. At one time the congressman must have been -well hung, for even lax, his cock was big. But it stayed soft. I gave it my best, tonguing it, sucking it, kissing it, rolling it all over my tits, which he seemed to enjoy. But no go. "Ain't there no way?" I asked. "Don't say ain't," he said. "Yes, there is a way."

He pushed me onto my back. I let him raise my legs until my knees were on my tits and then he crawled between them and began to rub his soft little cock on me. It felt nice. He would rub it all over my cunt, and was I ever wet, then he'd rub it on my clit. Finally, he took two fingers and stuffed it into my cunt. It was like trying to push a piece of wet spaghetti through a needle, but he managed to get it in, just the head of it, and I moved gently for him and it slid out. He seemed to be enjoying it, so I let Mm play. I just lay still. He'd shove it in, stuffing it, and then he'd pinch it between his fingers to make the head swell just a tiny bit and move a little and moan and sigh and he was getting all wet around it, all his hairs and everything. I began to get a little hot again, believe it or not, with his cock rubbing me and going into me just a little ways, but even when I squeezed my cunt muscles, I couldn't hold him in.

Then he turned me over. I lay on my stomach and he crawled up on me. He sat on my thighs and held my hips between his thighs and stuffed his cock down between my legs and pushed it into the wetness around my twat. Then he started working on a different hole. I mean I was so wet that my goo had run down all over my ass and my^ anus was well oiled by it. He started trying to stuff it in there and that was my first experience there, and I jerked'my ass. "It won't hurt," he said. "That's dirty," I said. "Nothing which gives pleasure is dirty," he said.

Well, I owed him. He'd made a night for me. So I let him stuff and push and wet my anus with juice and then he said, "Relax, push down as if you're going to the bathroom."

I did. He pushed and stuffed his soft cock and I felt the head and a little bit of it slide into my ass. "Now close and pull up," he said.

I worked my muscles and, I'll be damned, his cock sort of got sucked up into my rear channel and I had more of him in me back there than I'd been able to get in front. It wasn't bad, either. I mean, his cock was soft and it felt like I was going to the bathroom, not unpleasant. "Suck it up some more," he said, in a hoarse voice.

I worked my muscles and got the hang of it. By working them as if I were cutting off a turd while taking a shit, I was able to suck all of it into me so that it felt like it was maybe three inches up into my anus and then he began to wiggle a little. "Keep doing it," he said.

So I did my muscles. He'd pull out a little bit, just a little bit, and I'd suck him back and then he got all excited and I began to feel real good, because his excitement was transferring itself to me. He put his hands down under my waist and worked one of them down until he was fingering my clit. I was pulling his soft cock up into my anus and he was pulling it out and his fingers were milking my clit and all of a sudden I felt myself begin to really enjoy it. Having a soft cock in the ass isn't bad. Having a hard one there, after you learn how, isn't bad, but that was my first and I'm glad it was the way it was, because it taught me that I had two holes for a cock in my bottom without the initial pain of taking a hard one in the ass.

"Come, my beautiful little girl," he whispered. "Come for me."

"Oh, ah," I said, and came, and while my cunt was throbbing he could feel it in my anus, and he gave a couple of grunts and I felt his soft cock throb and he came in me, giving me my first load of come in my ass.

We stayed in Puerto Rico for three nights. All were fine.

In three nights in Puerto Rico I learned a few valuable lessons. I quit saying ain't, for example. I learned that if a girl can give a man what he wants, he'll do almost everything for her. The Congressman offered me a job in Washington. I talked to Pearl about it.

"Honey," she said, "you know I want the best for you. I won't tell you that I'm selfish not wanting you to go away just yet." You see, me and Pearl made it right regularly, and I was getting to sort of like it. I mean, hell, why should a girl reject over fifty-percent of the population of the world as potential sex partners just because they don't have cocks? When we did it it was fun and slow and lovely and sweet and there was always my old boyfriend, Bill, for real cock.

"You could make a good career in Washington," Pearl said, "but maybe there's a better way to get what we both want for you."

What Pearl had in mind was more beauty contests. I think she was a little bit influenced by my being the hottest lover she'd ever had, but she said I was the only really natural beauty she'd ever seen. Well, I was natural, all right.

We went upstate, me wearing my Miss Mackerel crown, and entered the Miss Blueberry contest. I. won. I didn't even have to screw a judge, although there was a nice looking one on the judges panel which I wouldn't have minded screwing, although I found out later that he was a fag.

In that summer I took three more crowns, all local contests. I was a star guest at several other contests, and I was getting a name around my state. Ruby Gore, beauty girl. Pearl started talking about college. I wasn't so sure about that shit, because I felt I'd done my stint in school and wanted something better than listening to dusty old farts talk about the rise and fall of the Roman Empire or something.

Actually, my sex life that summer was not too exciting. Mainly I made it with Pearl and Bill, There was one pretty good night in a mountain town where I was going to get the Miss Mountain Flower Festival crown. We had the poop on it and it looked as if we were wasting our time. It was, first of all, a small time thing, even smaller than my first crown, the Miss Mackerel contest.

This dinky little old mountain town always selected one of its own for Miss Mountain Flower and that was the way it was, just like old Man Worth picking Ms own queen all the time down in my home town. But by this time the J.C.'s of Old Town had discovered that I brought them a few newspaper stories everytime I went out on the beauty contest trail. I guess I got Old Town more publicity than anything since the time the British burned it down in 1777 or something like that. I'm not very good at history. So the J.C,'s offered to foot the bill for me and Pearl to drive the new convertible which I was using for one year as the winner of the Miss Long Leaf Tobacco contest. Off we went to the mountains.

"Even if you don't win we'll have a nice trip," Pearl said.

I wasn't going up there not to win. I'd accumulated quite a nice wardrobe as part of my prizes. That's about all I got out of being the winningest beauty queen in the state, some nice clothes, the loan of a new car for one year and a couple of college scholarships. I couldn't cash in the scholarships for money and I couldn't transfer them and all the time Pearl and my old employer, Julie, kept telling me I should plan to use the scholarships to go to school in the fall.

Anyhow, we set out in this nice new car and I was driving. I got stopped up around Charlotte by a highway fuzz and when I pulled off the road I was thinking like crazy. I didn't want a traffic ticket. So when the fuzz came up and said, in his oh, so original way, "Where's the fire, little lady?" I burst into tears. I'd decided on that route instead of trying to vamp him. It would be awkward, on that well traveled highway, to offer to bribe the fuzz with my bod, so I decided, quickly, on the tears and helplessness routine. I start wailing, with real tears, and telling the poor sonofabitch how I was off in the big world, just a country girl, trying to help my poor old hometown by winning beauty contests and how I'd just not noticed that I was going so damned fast and begging and asking him, "Oh, what can I do, what can I do?"