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My Weekend in Portland (combined) -- Chapter 3 of 15 (MF FF MFF)

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WARNING -- This is a work of erotic fiction intended only for readers of 
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may be archived and redistributed, but it may not be sold or changed in 
any way. I encourage comments and criticism to OKIquit@hotmail.com. I 
will not e-mail missing chapters, but the story will be reposted 
periodically in a.s.s.m. First posted in 30 chapters, this story has now 
been combined into 15 chapters.
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After giving Ruth half an hour to stop trembling, I dressed her in 
tennis shoes and a trench coat -- nothing else -- and sent her out 
shopping. I gave her a list of a few things I might need, and some 
goodies, but I really wanted to get her out of the way for an hour.

When she was gone, I quickly searched her townhouse from top to bottom, 
finding some things of interest. I could have asked Ruth about any 
secrets she had hidden, but wasn't sure she would reveal everything. 
Also, it was fun going through her stuff. There was a pile of magazines 
in her nightstand, consisting mostly of "women's" magazines -- full of 
those suggestive ads featuring half-naked couples and trios.

She had some sexy lingerie I was pretty sure never got worn to work, the 
bras were 36Ds, and I found the answering machine tape of her date-rape. 
I put that back for later. I wanted to watch her masturbate while 
listening to that one.

The big prize, though, was Ruth's journal, a simple bound book with 
lined pages hidden in her underwear drawer. Actually, there were five 
books, the first two covering the years she was in college. Those were 
pretty boring. She didn't even mention her boyfriend's penchant for 
fully clothed "sex." The later journals gradually became more revealing, 
and the fifth one approached complete honesty.

Among other things, she described how and why she'd gotten me downsized, 
and revealed a romantic and sexual interest in me that dated back to our 
first meeting three years before. She also recorded a vague sexual 
fantasy about being a "slave." That was interesting news. And her fifth 
journal also revealed a growing sexual attraction to ... another woman.

The other woman was Denise A-----, a supervisor in another department of 
my old company. Denise's position was roughly equal to Ruth's, but 
generally required more hands-on supervision. Her department was on the 
same floor as Ruth's, but the opposite side of the building. They 
encountered each other occasionally in meetings, the elevator or the 
second-floor cafeteria.

It seems Ruth had always thought Denise attractive, but didn't start to 
think of her sexually until she witnessed an incident six months before. 
Ruth had come upon Denise in a bathroom, fiercely browbeating one of her 
staff for missing a deadline. While Ruth stood there unnoticed, Denise 
angrily reduced her staff member to tears. Then, turning, Denise almost 
collided with Ruth before giving her an angry glare and striding out of 
the bathroom.

Helping Denise's sobbing staffer calm down and clean herself up, Ruth 
was puzzled to notice that her nipples were hard and sensitive against 
the soft fabric of her bra, and her crotch was warm beneath her panty 
hose and conservative skirt. That night she masturbated all the way to 
orgasm, visualizing Denise's flushed face and modest cleavage only 
inches from her own in the bathroom. 

Ruth began to take more notice of Denise, studying her furtively 
whenever they passed in the halls or shared an elevator. She wrote that 
Denise was built like a dancer, with B-cup breasts and a slender 
5-feet-8 frame. But she gave no impression of being skinny because her 
buttocks, thighs and arms were rounded and muscular. 

Where Ruth's hair was shoulder length and a wavy, dark brunette, 
Denise's was pure black, straight and cut stylishly short. Where Ruth's 
complexion was a light olive, Denise's skin was milky pale. Ruth wore 
businesslike suits, while Denise wore attention-getting fashions. 

Ruth became more and more fascinated, recording exact details about 
Denise in her journal. Discovering that Denise worked out regularly at 
the downtown YMCA, Ruth changed her schedule to work out at the same 
time. That led to several occasions Ruth described when she saw Denise 
changing clothes. She caught glimpses of the smaller woman's breasts and 
panty-covered ass. But to Ruth's disappointment, Denise apparently 
showered at home. Ruth never got a clear look at her pussy. She even 
looked in vain for chances to steal something of Denise's from her 
locker.

According to Ruth's journal, she was several weeks into her fascination 
with Denise before she reluctantly admitted her obsession was sexual. 
There was a despairing note in that entry, along with Ruth's puzzled 
observation that she did not "feel" like a lesbian and still found 
herself attracted to men. Denise, too, dated frequently and showed no 
sign of being gay. The journal ended with an admiring description of 
Denise's arms and breasts in a sheer blouse she had worn the day before 
my arrival in Portland.

By that time my dick was so stiff it was almost painful, and my mind was 
racing, considering the implications. I pictured Ruth standing naked in 
front of Denise, holding up her full breasts to the smaller woman and 
begging to be sucked. I had been horny before, but now I was nearing the 
end of my self-control. At that moment I heard Ruth's car pull into the 
garage.

I carefully replaced Ruth's journals in their hiding place and hurried 
downstairs. I found her putting her bags on the kitchen counter, and 
attacked her with a passionate kiss, driving my tongue deep into her 
mouth and practically ripping the trench coat off her. She began moaning 
as her tongue tangled with mine inside her wet mouth. I broke our kiss 
long enough to whisper in her ear, "I'm going to fuck you SO hard!" She 
stared at me wide-eyed.

Grabbing a thick nipple with each hand, I pulled Ruth through the small 
dining room into her darkened living room. She gasped as I bent her over 
in front of a wing chair and put her hands on the chair arms. Then I 
ripped my clothes off while enjoying the sight of her fat pussy lips 
peeking out from between the tops of her thighs, just below her dark, 
puckered asshole. She looked anxiously at me over her shoulder and her 
heavy breasts swung with every movement.

Finally I had my clothes off and I stepped up to Ruth's wide, gorgeous 
butt. I rubbed the head of my dick once between her pussy lips and found 
her already slick and wet inside. I fitted the bulging head of my rod 
into the mouth of her waiting pussy and pushed. Ruth gasped. Two more 
thrusts and I was buried to the hilt, surrounded by her warmth and 
wetness. Ruth groaned deeply, "Sooo goooooood!" I balanced myself, 
pulled out and slammed my prick into her until my hips slapped against 
her firm buttocks. 

Soon my hips were slapping against her ass in a steady, powerful rhythm. 
Ruth panted and groaned, sometimes giving a quick whimper when I pulled 
out, leaving her pussy momentarily empty. My dick glistened with her 
cunt juices and wet, sticky sounds filled the room. With every gasp, I 
inhaled the wonderful aroma of her sex. The force of our fucking pushed 
the chair across the polished hardwood floor until it stopped against a 
wall. Ruth had to brace herself with her arms and legs as I began 
pounding into her even harder. She threw her head back and uttered a 
long, low howl of arousal, feeling the forceful, repeated penetration of 
her sex.

We were making so much noise that I missed the sound of the key in 
Ruth's front door, but I noticed immediately when the door began to 
open. I didn't care. All I wanted was to fuck and fuck the beautiful 
woman bent over in front of me. The door swung open and a pretty, 
dark-haired young woman holding a laundry basket stepped inside, turning 
back to close the door. From the corner of my eye, I saw her reach out 
to flip on the lights.

Ruth gasped and her pussy gave my dick a hard squeeze when the light 
flooded the room. She tried to flee, but I leaned both hands on her 
back, keeping her in position. She turned her face toward the young 
woman with the laundry basket, who stood a few feet away as if turned to 
stone, staring at us wide-eyed. I continued my eager thrusts into Ruth's 
slick pussy and for three or four heartbeats the only sound was the 
"slurp-slap, slurp-slap, slurp-slap" of our fucking.

Then the pretty young woman gave a small cry, dropped her laundry 
basket, and fled back through the front door, slamming it behind her. 
Ruth gave an odd groan that somehow conveyed both humiliation and 
arousal and she began to come. She surprised me by starting to push her 
hips back, meeting my thrusts and forcing me to increase speed to match 
her furious pace. "AaaaaaaaAAAAAAHHHHH! She moaned continuously now and 
her head thrashed back and forth. Her pussy was so wet I could feel her 
juices soaking my pubic hair and coating my balls.

Her climax continuing, Ruth began to collapse forward, resting her head 
and shoulders on the chair. My come had been rising for some time, and 
the slightly different angle of her upraised pussy forced my dickhead to 
rub against the inner walls of her vagina. A second later I felt my 
balls contract and the first gush of cum shoot up my penis in a fiery 
burst. With a sharp feeling of ecstatic relief, cum sprayed from my 
peehole into Ruth's clasping cunt. "AH! AH! AH! AH!" I grunted as I 
continued to pull out and force my way back inside her slippery warmth. 
My nipples were almost painfully erect. "Oooooooooooh! FUUUUUUUCK!"

I continued pushing into Ruth and pulling out, slower now with shorter 
thrusts. The head of my dick was intensely sensitive, sliding against 
her inner walls, lubricated with a slippery stew of pussy juice and 
sperm.

Finally stopping, we remained in that position for several minutes, 
Ruth's head and shoulders resting on the chair, her hips raised and her 
legs spread wide and locked motionless. My dick softened slightly, so I 
left it deep in Ruth's pussy. My knees were so weak, I felt I would 
collapse to the floor if I moved. Instead I occupied my hands, caressing 
Ruth's slender waist and broad, firm buttocks. She gave a satisfied 
sigh.

"You are a GREAT fuck," I whispered finally.

"Do you really think so?" she said in a small voice, glancing at me over 
her shoulder with a relieved smile. "I'm so glad you think so. I really 
don't know much about sex."

"Don't worry, you're terrific, and there's not that much to know," I 
said. "By the way. Who was that girl?"

Ruth's head jerked up, seemingly recovering the memory wiped out by the 
power of her prolonged orgasm.

"That was my little sister," she said. "Naomi moved to Portland a couple 
of months ago, and she hates the laundry room in her building. I gave 
her a key so she could do her laundry here. She must have thought I was 
gone because the lights were off and my car wasn't in the driveway. GOD, 
that was so EMBARRASSING!"

"Don't worry, my beautiful slave," I said. "She's probably at the market 
right now, looking for the perfect cucumber."

Ruth looked puzzled for a moment, then flushed when she understood my 
implication.

"My little sister would never do THAT!" she declared with a frown, but I 
detected a slight note of uncertainty in her voice.

"Did you think you'd be doing THIS tonight?" I asked, rocking my hips 
slightly so my dick moved inside her. She just looked at me blankly over 
her shoulder.


(End of Chapter 3)

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WARNING -- This is a work of erotic fiction intended only for readers of 
a legally responsible age in the jurisdiction where they live. This work 
may be archived and redistributed, but it may not be sold or changed in 
any way. I encourage comments and criticism to OKIquit@hotmail.com. I 
will not e-mail missing chapters, but the story will be reposted 
periodically in a.s.s.m. First posted in 30 chapters, this story has now 
been combined into 15 chapters.
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