Poncho Ilia - With this ring, I thee lust

I timed it. I didn't want him to get hard, not yet. I felt his cock and it was still soft and then I went down on it. Soft, I could get almost all of it into my mouth.

That's still one of my favorite things. And I think that was the first time I'd ever done it, I mean, taking a soft cock into my mouth and tonguing it and kissing it and sucking it until, as it grows, gets too big and hard for the space available in my mouth and pushes itself out backward.

It tasted of come and pussy juice. The taste of love. Come and pussy. I loved it.

Back in those days I was usually so eager to get laid that I didn't do much Frenching^nd I guess I really learned to love it with Roalt.

He had not been circumcised. He had this great flap of foreskin. I pulled it up and nibbled on it before he got hard, covering in his head with his foreskin and chewing on it until he squirmed. Then I pushed his soft cock all the way back into my throat and tried to swallow it. You'd be surprised, unless you're a French expert, how far down you can get a limp cock if it's long enough. I did a swallowing motion and the head of his cock slid down to my belly, it seemed. I mean, it was into my gullet. I would have thought that it would gag me, but I guess I was so hot that I didn't think about that. I just swallowed it. My teeth were pressed up against his mound, his whole soft shaft in my mouth, the head of it actually swallowed and the swallowing things in my throat working on it. That's when he started to get hard. He told me later that he had been a little scared then, afraid I was going to actually eat him, I mean, swallow the whole thing. It was soft in my throat and my throat worked every time I tried to swallow and it squeezed and he got harder and harder and it began to back its way out.

Then I worked on the head of jt, running my tongue around the rim, nibbling with my teeth and making him squirm. Then, with it hard, I licked it up and down and took his balls, one at a time, into my mouth and toyed with them ever so gently. He was getting hot and moaning and squirming. I was turning him on and did I ever get a bang out of it.

I liked it. I like anything, and I mean anything, about sex. I ate and sucked and licked and kissed that huge, black cock loved it, swelling for me and growing into a forearm-sized club which had both my hands on it and my mouth as wide as I could over the head of it sucking and then I felt his loins go tense and his hips begin to rise and fall, fucking my lips, my mouth, stretching my mouth painfully and I knew I had an opening which could better take it, so before he rammed it all the way down my throat I climbed on. I mean I threw myself astride his big, hard body and looked down and damn me if he wasn't invisible, black in black, but I could sure feel him, and I found the prong and sat on it, lowering myself, letting his cock slide in one inch at a time on the slick highway paved by his own come and my juices. I felt short.

I didn't think you'd ever see me alive again. I mean, it went on and on and my body took it, that big club frothing at the tip, inching up into me, splitting me, filling me to the point of joyful screaming. I took it all and let my weight down to drive the head of it up against my useless womb. I'd had this problem when I was a kid and they'd done something up inside me and the doc said I'd never have a kid, 50 I didn't worry about getting knocked up, ever. I had that huge black mother squeezed in my cunt and I was throwing my body around wildly, circling the thing with my hips, riding, squirming, bouncing, feeling my eyeballs pop when Roalt lifted his hips to drive it home. I was in my element, I'm Miss Sex Queen and I've never had it better than it was with Roalt. I mean, baby, he had it. He was Mr. Sex. He loved it. "Shit," he said, "you've got a sweet cunt."

He drove. He lifted. He pinched my boobs. He mauled me. He was rough and I loved it. Then he threw me off and overtopped me and lifted my legs so that my knees were against my chest and drove that third leg of his into me and I screamed with the good, good, hurting brutality of it, because I was in serial climax with that, that pain, that pounding, that brutal blow each time he hit my clit, that panting, hard, strong body of his, his clasping hands, his fingers digging. I came and came and then when he came I came again and we came for an eternity, his cock throbbing and pumping and my cunt squeezing him as it throbbed out another story of pure heaven. We lay there, his cock going soft in me. "You liked it?" he said. "Honey, I loved it." "I think you did. You like black cock." "Is it black?" I asked, laughing. "I can't see it." "White lady fucking the nigger," he sneered.

"Don't give me that nigger shit, Roalt," I said. "I don't allow it. You wanta be goddamned bigoted, you go find someone else to bigot on, because I don't like that sort of shit."

He laughed. "I'm gonna talk to the people," he said. "I don't know if it'll do any good, but I'm gonna talk to 'em."

"I'd appreciate it," I said. I kissed him. "I'd also appreciate it if you'd rub my ass just a little. I think you've bruised it." I rumpled his kinky hair and turned over. He rubbed my ass tenderly and when he bent to kiss it I said, "Unless you want to rouse the sleeping tiger, don't do that."

He went on doing that and he roused it and when we finally left that old dirt road I was oozing come and loving it. I like to keep it up inside me, feeling it, knowing how it got there and remembering every stroke of it. He left me off at the house and I went in and sat on the John and peed and felt a huge glob of it slop out and make a splash in the water and then I had a balh, but didn't wash too good inside the lips of my pussy because I liked to go to sleep with it nice and gooey.

Nothing happened for a couple of days. Then I saw Roalt at play practice. "I talked," he said. "Yes?"

"I talked to the guys on the team, the brothers. They say, what the hell. It's no skin off their ass. I mean, they don't care whether it's you or Selena."

Well, that shot me down. "We can still be friends," I said.

He looked at me. "Mama, it was good rocking, but I ain't in the mood to get hung."

"No one will know," I said, remembering that huge weapon of his.

"The guys wonder why I'm pushing for them to vote for you."

"Oh." I went up to do my three lines then and when I came off he was gone and I didn't see him for a day or so. Then I heard Selena Smith saying, "That little whore can't win. We have to stop her. I could never face the disgrace of losing to that little whore."

I cornered Roalt in the hall. "I can't accept it," I said. "I want you to get the guys on the team, the brothers, to hold a meeting. I want to talk to them." "I won't do no good," he said.

"Tonight, at about eleven o'clock," I said, "I'll be walking down that dirt road. Now no one ever goes down that dirt road. My dad's in jail and Ruf will be off. I want to talk to all of them."

He looked at me and grinned. "You want that Queen shit bad, don't you?"

"I want it more than anything in my life," I said. "I want to be able to spit on Selena Smith." "There's ten of us," he said. "I'll be there."

I walked down the road at eleven. It was pitch dark. I was, frankly, scared shitless. I'd never had a gang bang before and there I was going to take on ten spade studs. I had the screaming willies about it, not knowing whether to be hot as a pistol or scared out of my dress. I had on a one-piece, buttoned down the front, no pants, no bra. I started to turn back. I thought they'd call it off. Then, rounding a curve, I saw the dark mass of the old ambulance and then it was too late to back out. They were standing around the old bus with their hands in their pockets. I couldn't see very well in the dark, but I picked out Roalt by his size. I went up to him and said, "Is it a deal, Roalt? Will they vote for me and have their friends to vote for me?"