Poncho Ilia - With this ring, I thee lust
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Think of any word that has ever been laid on the act of fucking and it has meaning. My guess is that the word, fuck, was first invented as the grunt of a very hot cave man getting his rocks off. I've heard men grunt as they came, Unkkk, ufffg, all manners of sounds. I like the word. Fuck. It has a pretty sound to me. And I like all the other words describing the act. I've done some research on it. Some people think it came from the Greek jutueva, which means to sow or plant seeds. Well, a man plants seeds when he fucks. Others say it came from the Latin futuere, meaning to strike. Well, a man strikes the body of a woman with his, making the main point of impact the meaty, protruding mounds under which, in the case of the woman, rests the little jewel which contains all of it, the clit. The Latin word, pun-gere, means to prick and a man pricks the body of his partner, driving his cock into her like a thorn going into flesh. Ficken, in German, means to strike, same thing.
I like the common odd words, too. Screw. When your body is wild and your hips are switching and swishing as you're being ficky-ficked, you're screwing your hips all around in circles. When you're familiar with a man, and have lived with him for a while, and the fucking comes peacefully and often, you're copulating.
I don't dislike the coarse things men say about it. Getting a piece. A piece of ass. That's quite literal. A piece of tail. A piece of meat. There's this, nothing is more meaty than the business end of a woman. She's all ass and a man can bury his fingers into the softness of that ass and drive one finger up her anus and feel nothing but meat all around and drive his cock up and feel nothing but the best prime meat and, well, shit, I like fucking and all about it and the words used about it.
And on that John in that hotel in that little mountain town, Rod Hensley and I fucked. He got a piece of ass. I rode him. His cock pierced me, took me, was stiff and proud and demanding up inside me, knowing all the folds and crevices of my cunt. His arms squeezed me and his mouth ate my tits and, when he came with a great roar and a wild grunt and frantic movements of his loins, pumping his glorious come deep into me, he kissed me.
I had a nice one with his cock pumping into me. I moaned and chewed on his lips and clurig and moved my ass and milked the last sweet drop of semen from his cock and then we got up and, laughing, feeling happy and smug, went back into the shower. He washed me lovingly, paying attention to my tits and my twat. His hand down there roused the napping beast in me and I washed him, feeling his nice body. I washed his cock. It had gone almost soft, but my hands on it brought it back to half life.
"I started to do this a while back," I said, dropping to my knees and taking his member into my mouth.
He held my head, my hair wet, with his hands, and I licked and laved and sucked. He pulled me up and thrust his great cock into my belly and said, "I want to be on top of you."
While he dried me, he kissed me on the back and the shoulders. He couldn't ever get enough of my tits, and he spent a long time drying and kissing them and then he dried my muff and I dried him, and licked his balls and sucked his cock and then he made this growling sound and lifted me and tossed me onto the bed.
One of the sexiest pictures I have of me is a color enlargement from a movie I made. In it, I'm on a satin sheet, naked, my tits standing nicely, my eyes closed. I have one arm lying loosely at my side and the other goes down between my outflung legs to seize a hard cock and guide it, with just the head of it already in me. I have on a jeweled bracelet on my right arm, the one I'm guiding the cock with. My stomach is indrawn, with the expectation of being fucked, my mouth open in a sensuous gasp.
That's the way I must have looked with Rod. He tossed me onto the bed and I fell onto my back, my legs opening automatically. He got between them, on his knees. He looked down at my cunt. He felt it I felt his loving fingers explore my twat and I was creaming almost immediately, even if I had just been washed good in the shower. Then he moved closer, still on his knees. I looked down the length of my body, seeing my breasts, my mound, my pubic hair, his beautiful cock.
I cpuldn't stand 'it. I reached down and took it and tugged and guided and when it hit my cunt, I closed my eyes in ecstasy and fed the whole length of it into me. He drove it in, still on his knees. He was a big man and his cock was nice and big and I felt that wonderful feeling of completion and I just lay there and let him play with me a little. He drove it up and held it and then he started pinching my tits and I began to writhe and moan and he pulled my legs together. This way, both my legs were between his. He was kneeling astride me. His cock was hilt deep in me. He squeezed my hips between his knees and began to rock back and forth. In that position he couldn't go all the way in and out, but the movement was great. He was pushed up way high and his cock was pressing my clit very hard and I was out of it. "Good?" he asked.
"Beautiful," I whispered, giving him a twist and a grind, making my cunt suck and chew and squeeze on bis cock.
Rod was my first really sensuous man. He liked everything about sex. I thought he would go ahead and screw me, since he was in me, but he pulled out and eyed my body and felt it and then he started kissing my belly and I put my hands down and held his head. He was going to eat me. I knew that. And I yearned for the feel of his lips on my cunt. He took a tantalizingly long time doing it, and when he finally took my cunt in a quick movement, driving his mouth down into it, sticking his tongue into the hole and smearing his lips all over it, his oddly soft top lip on my clit, I cried out in delight and began to fuck his mouth and came almost like lightning. Then he crawled on and worked slow and long. I threw my legs up over his back and pulled him deeper, rolled up on niy shoulders. He drove it in so hard that I was rocking up and down on the bed and I came in that position, with my body bent up into a ball, his cock driving deep, his balls bouncing on my pudenda and ass cheeks. I came and cried with the joy of it, real tears. "God, don't stop," I whispered. "Don't ever stop."
He rolled over and held me on top, pulled one of my legs up alongside his chest. His finger went down and started playing with my anus, which was soaked with our juices. He was fucking very hard, getting hot. He put his head under and bit the hell out of my tit and I moaned with it. Then I was coming again and just before I went he drove his finger into my anus and I screamed, because the entry of it was like being fucked again, in a different place, and I went wild and came and he said, "I feel your cunt throbbing on my finger." He could feel it throbbing on his cock, too, and on his finger, and I was trying to bite both of them off with my spasms of goodness and then I lay still for a minute. "Can you go again?" he asked. "I don't know, but it feels so good." "I want you on your stomach," he said. I rolled over. He crawled on me from the rear and drove his cock down between my ass cheeks and found my well used cunt. "He went in about a mile. That position, from the rear, allows a man to go deep. And he gets the sensation oЈHbeing even deeper, because the base of his cock, which never really gets into a cunt, is held between the meaty flesh of the lower ass. You take a guy with a seven-inch dick. About three inches of it goes in in an ordinary position. In some of the better ones, like with the girls legs pulled up against her chest, you can get about four or five inches of the seven actually into the cunt. But in that one, with the girl flat on her stomach, her legs tight together, the man gets this sensation, since his whole cock is either in the cunt or held between those lower cheeks, that he's all in and they love it. A girl has to get a kick out of penetration or play with her clit or have the man play with it. But I was feeling so smooth and smug and done in and all that I was loving it just feeling Rod drive in and out of my cunt from the rear.
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