Poncho Ilia - With this ring, I thee lust

His hand finally started trying to make its way into. my lap. I had my leg thrown up over his, and my skirt was hiked up. He rubbed up my bare leg to my thigh and I felt wonderfully sexy as I lifted my leg like slow and held it up and his hand went up and his fingers touched my pantiless twat. I was gooing and ready and shaking.

"Jesus," he said, for the second time, when he felt me. I laughed down inside with pleasure. He felt around, letting his fingers find my labia. I have nice fat twat lips. They're small. They serve to guide anything hard right straight into my glory hole. And I'm very, very wet. I find that men like that. They like to think that it's them and them alone who has created enough hots to make me wet my panties and, if it goes on a long time, have my slick, inner oils running down and making a slick sheen of liquid on my pudenda and my anus. Roalt found that wetness and he fingered it and played with it. He wasn't a dummy, because he knew that I lived up there in that little round thing at the top of my slippery slit. He would wet his fingers in me and then slid them up and rub my clit and I was begging and crying inside, wanting to feel something more than that. I mean, I have to have penetration to really live and I wanted to be stuck.

"Let's put our bods in the back," he said, croaking in his need. Man, I was willing. I pulled away and started to scamper over the back of the seat. I raised one leg and he froze me in that position because he shot his hand up my skirt and his big social finger gave that sign, up you, and up me it went, all the way to his third knuckle. I moaned and began to screw wildly, not even knowing what I was doing I was so hot. I screwed around on Ms finger and moaned and bis finger was shooting in and out of me.

He had me from the front and his palm was pressing hard on my clit and I was bucking and crying and he was panting and I said, "Gaaaaa," and came like a nym-pho, wildly, poundingly. I almost fainted with the goodness of it and then he was pushing me over the seat. I was so weak I just fell down on the back seat and there were quilts and an old mattress there instead of a seat. The whole back of the old bus was a queen-sized bed. I lay there on my back and watched him crawl over. He filled the whole space he was so big. He put his weight on me and I could feel his hard cock through our clothing and it didn't take much more than that to have me ready to go again. He body-fucked me. I spread my legs and he slid between them, his hard cock pressing into my softness. His mouth found mine. He was drilling me so hard that I thought he was going to push a hole right through his clothing and my skirt.

That was a beauty I had on his fingers, but that was just a warm-up. I was going to come again just dry-fucking. His cock was really hard. At that moment I didn't give a shit about being Homecoming Queen, I just wanted to be fucked. "Put that thing in me," I gasped, reaching down to seize his cock in my hand. "Get naked, mama," he said.

I sat up and lifted my pullover. He helped. It came oS and his hands found my bare tits and gave them a work out. I put my hands behind his head and pulled him down and thrust one tit into his mouth. "Bite it," I gasped, "Bite it, you bastard, bite it."

On my knees, one knocker pushed into his mouth, my hands on his head pulling him close, I reached down with one hand and did my skirt and began to push it down. He was biting me hard, so hard that the little shoots of pain were going all over my body and sending messages of whee down into my wet twat. I had my skirt pushed down as far as it would go with me kneeling and then I began to work on him. I got his shirt open and gushed my white tits up against his black chest and rubbed them and then had my hands down undoing his pants and when I had them open and went inside to feel that cock, oh, God.

He wanted to see me naked. He pushed me away and pulled the skirt off and then, in the light of the night moon, he gazed at me and rubbed me while I moaned and squirmed under his hands. I knew what he was seeing. He was seeing whiteness in skin, a nice figure, small waist, large ass, good legs, big tits.

I wanted to see and feel› too. I reached out and seized that monster as it came out of his pants and I could put both hands on it and have room left. I was so hot I had to do something. I was holding his cock in one hand, frigging it gently. I was trying to push his pants off with the other and then I made a sound and fell down and smelled him just before I kissed that big monster. He smelled like man. I opened my mouth, one hand hold ing the cock and guiding it, I took the head of it and tried to push more into me. I had just the head and maybe a half inch more and it was back at the back of my throat and I kissed and sucked and licked the cream as it oozed out of the little eye of his beautiful cock.

"You're gonna waste me, mama," he gasped, plunging his cock into and out of my mouth. I let my wet mouth run down the big vein under it, all the way to his balls. Then I fell back. "Now, Roalt," I said, "fuck me now."

He pushed his pants off and I pulled and tugged as he put his weight on me. He was no gentleman. He didn't support his weight. He just threw it on me, about a ton of man, and I didn't care. I like to be treated rough at times. He was crushing me and his cock was down there banging at my box and I squeezed one hand in between us and threw up my ass and, wow, it hit and went in and it was nice, nice, nice, the finest cock I'd ever felt, huge, throbbing already. I knew he was so close that he'd go like a house afire, but I wasn't worried. I was so dose I was throbbing up in my cunt and I ground my ass up and took all he had to give and came blindingly, the second one in a couple of minutes. I knew from the feel of it and the strength of it that it was going to be one of those great, great nights.

He was pounding me. I, feeling those sweet after feelings, made it great for him by moving just right, reaching up to take him, letting it drive all the way up to my liver as it went in. He came with a power which left me breathless, and hungry for more. He dug his fingers into my soft ass and lifted my pelvic basket to punch his cock ever deeper. He must have come a quart. I could feel his cock swell and burst and throb and I could feel his come jetting out into me and I had this secondary climax which was so sweet and it lasted and lasted and didn't stop until he'd pumped himself dry and had let his body just sag down as he relaxed.] squirmed under him from time to time, just to feel his cock. He was panting. "You're some hot mama," he said. "You're not so bad yourself," I said.

"You got my vote, mama," he said. "Any woman knows how to handle poon like that I'd elect president."

"I'm glad," I said. "But let me tell you, you spade bastard, the way you rang my chimes I'd fuck you anytime, anywhere. I mean, Jesus, Roalt, that was the best I've ever had. I mean, wow, you're great." "Don't shit me," he said. "Get off me and lay down," I said. "Huh?"

I pushed him off and started working on him. He lay there, his cock relaxed. I started kissing his mouth and eating those big, delicious lips. I had the hots again.

I ran my hands all over his naked body. I kissed him all over. I'll admit, now, that I was ignorant then. I had expected Roalt to' smell just because he was spade. You know how it is in the redneck South. They say a nigger has a peculiar smell. Well, I guess a spade who doesn't take a bath has a smell, just like whites who don't bathe smell, but Roalt, although I doubt if his shack in jig-town had indoor plumbing, was clean. I guess he took showers every day at the gym. He smelled like a good after shave lotion and clean, sexy sweat and of us. When I started kissing him around his belly I could feel, under my lips, the hard rows of muscles.