He sat on the John and pulled me down. I thought for a minute that he was going to pull me into his lap and start the festivities, but instead, before I knew what he was doing, he had me across his knees and, Jesus God, he was pounding on my ass with his palm saying, 'Now you're going to get out of here.'
I hadn't been spanked since I was a bubble-gummer. I was spread out over his knees, our bodies sliding because we were all soapy, and I felt his hand slap, whap, flam and felt the sharp blows and I yelped and cried and tried to escape, because he was hurting, leaving red marks on my fanny, but he wouldn't stop. Slap, whap, flam. And all of a sudden this tremendous heat started generating in my smarting ass and blew like a storm through my entire body and centered in my glory hole and I was moaning as I cried and squirming now in a different way.
It was my first experience with being spanked and it was the sexiest thing that had ever happened to me. I mean, I'd known before that a little pain is nice sometimes. Later, I ran into a real nut in Rome, Italy, who wanted the pain to be severe and that's for the shits, I mean, really being hurt, but titty biting and pinching and love marks, that's all a part of the game and can be nice.
And under the proper circumstances a good spanking can add spice to life. I was being spanked good and his hands were stinging and leaving these red marks on my white fanny and I was moaning and squirming and my mound was against his thigh and the first thing I knew I was coming like a fire, blazing, my cunt throbbing and pulsing and pounding and me moaning in a different way and he stopped and said, 'Holy smoke.' 'Rod,' I whispered. 'Oh, God, Rod.' 'You came,' he said.
'Ummmm,' I said. His hands were not spanking anymore. Instead, they were rubbing. They were feeling my smarting, tingling ass.
'Did hurt you?' His voice was soft, hoarse. His hands were fondling my ass. He let one finger track down into the sweet little grove at the top of my crack and it was hot in there and he breathed a jerky little breath and I felt his cock getting hard as steel against my side.
Hot? I hadn't known the meaning of the word till then. I mean, I was hot. I was steaming. I was crying inside for cock. I pushed myself off and knelt beside the John on which he was sitting and I put out my hands and felt of his hard cock.
'God, it's beautiful,' I whispered, and it was. It was the most beautifully proportioned cock I'd ever seen. 'I love it, Rod. It's so beautiful.' And I wanted it. Oh, how I wanted it. I wanted it with every fiber of my body, all my soul. I couldn't wait. I straddled him, stood over him. I eyed that cock down there between my legs and reached down and held it and guided it up as I lowered myself, facing him, seated astride his legs.
I guided it to me. I was hot and loose. I'd come. I was slick and hot and juicy and wonderful. I guided it into me and drove if into me with my own weight and he was holding me with his hands around my back and his mouth went down and he gasped and sucked and chewed a tit and I whispered, as I buried his cock up to the hairy hilt in hot female cunt, 'This one is for you, honey.'
He had his arms low, at the base of my spine, and he was' squeezing me. His face was buried in my titties, kissing and chewing one after the other. He began to hunch up and drive his nice cock into me and I lifted and fell, sucked with my vaginal muscles, twisted, making it as good for him as I could.
I've often tried to describe the wonderful feeling of being fucked, but I suppose that only a woman can ever really know the true feeling. It's much more than just having something stuck into your cunt. It's a state of being. I mean, you've a different entity when you're filled, lovingly, with cock. You're more than a woman. You're something else. A man just extends a part of himself and puts it into a hole and I've heard men say that an animal's cunt, like the cunt of a cow, is just as good as a woman's cunt. They say that.a cow's cunt is even hotter and slicker. Well, with a woman there are substitutes, but nothing to match a good, well shaped, big cock. It comes into her and becomes a part of her. I wouldn't be a man for anything in the world. I mean, I'm a girl and I love it. I like being used. Possessed.
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
