Free House of Earth by Woody Guthrie Page B

Oh. Ohhh. Squeezeme tight. Tighter. Tight as you can. And don’t talk any more.”
    â€œComin’, Lady?”
    She shook her head yes.
    â€œGood. Goood. Come. Come real, real, real good. Let your whole self go. Lady. Gosh. Lady.”
    â€œKiss me. Long time. Don’t talk.”
    Back and forth, side to side, they moved on their bed on the hay. Back and forth, side to side, they moved their hips, their feet, their legs, their whole bodies. Their arms tied into knots like vines climbing trees, and the trees moved and swayed, and there was a time and a rhythm to the blend of the movement. And inside the door of her womb she felt her inner organs and tissues, all her muscles and glands, felt them roll, squeeze, squeeze, and roll, and felt that every inch of her whole being stretched, reached, felt out, felt in, felt all around the shape of his penis. So magnified and so keen were her feelings that her inner nerves could even feel the bumps, the ridges, the pimples, the few stray hairs along the shaft of his male rod. And inwardly she caressed, touched, petted, and fondled, squeezed, the whole length and all of the sides of the penis. And this caused her to work and to move and to roll and to breathe hard, to forget her name, her own self completely. She felt her organs fondle, and she felt them squeeze, suck, gently, easily, softly, smoothly, wet, damp, slick, and there was a fire, a heat, a heat that was his, a heat that was only his, and a fire all in her that was his fire, and only his fire, and the heat was him, the fire was in hisblood, the heat, that juicy, oily, stiff hard flesh that was him. The motion of her hips caused the lips of her hole and her passage to suck, suck, suck, suck. And such a feeling, such a fire, such a blaze of warmth and life as she felt her belly suck with all her strength, all her power, suck, suck, suck, with all her blood, all her heat, all her life. As he moved against her to hold it in a hundredth of an inch closer, it felt in her stomach that he had come a hundred miles closer to her. The penis jumped, jerked, and moved up and down against her insides as he started to come. And as the drops of his juice came from the end of his penis, each drop sent her into rolls, squirms, fits, convulsions of a kind past either pain or joy. Every drop that struck against her nerves caused her to feel such a fit of fire and freedom as she could never say in words, nor even imagine in her wildest and hottest dreams. She only desired that her insides suck each and every drop, each and every drop, of this hot juice that shot from his stomach. Her feeling was that as she fondled, stroked, and touched her inner organs against his heat and mixed her own inner juices with his new hot blood, somehow, in an inner way, in a big inner and outer way, all of the scattered troubles, hopes, fears, hurts of her whole existence were following a path, a route, or a way of some one bigger purpose, and in her mind she saw the fires of that higher thing and the way and the path to it, and saw the one big answer to every problem, every question that had ever dealt her pain. It felt like he was her and she was him, and he was in her and she was in him, and that he was all about her while she was atthe same time all about him. The feeling was a vision and the vision showed the way out. And as she sucked the last drops of his blood and his seed into the folds of her innermost soul and self, she felt her whole body lift, pull, squeeze, then lift again, tremble, shake, and quiver, and in her fires of her stomach she strained and moved to bathe his blood into the rumble and the thunder of her own. And then she felt the feelings rise so high and so strong that her body melted into a single note of music to the sky and when the blaze of his heat met with the fires of her fire, then there was such a bright lightness in them both that neither of their senses could feel it, neither of their eyes could face it.
    He had held