Message-ID: <6223eli$9802191247@qz.little-neck.ny.us> From: "Charles Thain" <okiquit@hotmail.com> Subject: Portland Ch. 4 Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Content-Type: text/plain Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Original-Message-ID: <19980219131257.25526.qmail@hotmail.com> My Weekend in Portland -- Chapter 4 of 30 (mf ff mff) ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- 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. Send comments to OKIquit@hotmail.com. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- "I dress and go out somewhere public, or do aerobics, or sometimes I drink a couple of shots of tequila. I force my mind onto something else." "Do you like tequila?" "No, it makes me sick to my stomach." "Has any man ever made you come?" "No ... I don't think so. I think I was close a couple of times." "Was one of those times the time you were raped?" "Yes." On and on I went, my dick straining in pants, wanting to drive deep into the pussy three feet from me, her large mound demurely covered by lacy white panties. Then things REALLY started to get fun. "Have you ever had sex with another woman?" There was a long silence. Finally I asked, "Why don't you answer?" "It's been such a long time," Ruth sighed. "I put it out of my mind." "What happened?" "It was freshman year in college. My roommate came home drunk, late one night. It was hot. I was sleeping in panties, no covers. She just took off her blouse and fell on top of me and started kissing me. I remember how rough her bra felt against my skin. I didn't know what to do, so I just laid there, pretending it wasn't happening. "She sucked my nipples for a long time, like she was hungry. I felt like I was going to explode. She sucked me and bit me. Then she just pulled my panties off, pushed my legs apart and started eating me. I didn't even know what it was called, just that it felt like heaven. I felt I was on fire. I came and came and came. I think she did, too. She was moaning and crying out while she was licking me. She had her jeans open and one hand inside her panties. Afterwards she fell on her bed and passed out. We never said a word about it, and she flunked out at Christmas. I heard later she went home and got married." "You still think about her?" "Yes. Sometimes." "What do you think about?" "Just ... you know ... doing things to her ... that she did to me." "Is that the only time someone else has made you cum?" "Yes." "Stand up." Ruth stood up hesitantly, and I beckoned her to stand close in front of me. I told her to take off her delicate white panties, and she slid them down her legs. "Spread your legs." Staring up into her eyes, I gently explored her crotch with my right hand. Her dark pubic hair was dense and coarse over her mons, thinning a little around her labia. A thin line of tiny dark hairs descended from her navel until they merged with her tangled pubes. Her hands hung by her sides, fists clenching and unclenching as my fingers probed her opening. Her outer lips were already engorged, fat, gaping open. Her inner lips were soft and slippery wet. My fingertips traveled gently up and down her slit, discovering her beauty, while my eyes held hers -- dark and fearful -- exploring another kind of beauty. I found her opening, followed the rim all the way around, then slowly pushed a finger inside her, encased in warmth and wetness. Her mouth fell open and she was panting now, her hands restlessly wandering. "Put your hands on your breasts," I ordered. "Caress them." Then later, "Play with your nipples," and she did, sighing deeply, her areolae puckering. I pulled my finger out of her and suddenly the smell of her pussy was sharp in the room, delicious. I still held her eyes with mine, except when hers drifted shut under a wave of pleasure. "Ruth," I said, and her eyes opened. "I'm going to make you come with my long, fat dick shoving up your pussy," I said, speaking clearly so she could understand every word. "I'm going to make you come with my tongue on your clit and my finger up your big, sweet ass. I'm going to make you come in ways I haven't even thought of yet, and now I'm going to make you come with my finger." Staring down into my eyes, Ruth's mouth twisted and she gave a long, quavering moan -- I hadn't even really touched her. Then I was sliding my slick, wet finger up her slit to rub lightly over her hooded clit. Then I slid my finger down, rubbing her clit the other way and repeating the motion. Now she was gasping for air, her unfocused eyes staring wildly, straight ahead. Pulling my finger up her slit, over her clit, then pushing down, sliding over her little button on the way down. A little faster and I looked up to see her tugging cruelly at her long nipples, her head back and her mouth open. I speeded my finger and suddenly she was coming, coming hard, crying out uncontrollably and dropping quickly to her knees, her knees spread wide and her weight back on her heels, her hips thrusting. I leaned over, put my free hand behind her neck, and kept my finger sliding up and down her slit. "Ah! Ah! Ah! AH! AH! AH! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" came from her open mouth, then, "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, FUCK, FUCK me!" like a fervent prayer for release, and she knelt in front of me jerking, groaning, dripping, spasming and altogether beautiful. I continued gently fingering her wet gash. Strength gone, Ruth finally collapsed backwards onto the floor and I followed her down, one arm around her bare shoulders, my hand still cupping her hairy soaking pussy, my middle finger inside her warmth. She was whispering something inaudible, and I leaned over to put my ear next to her mouth. "Ohgod, ohgod, ohgod," was all she said, over and over. (End of Chapter 4) ______________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free Email at http://www.hotmail.com -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us |