Message-ID: <6231eli$9802191257@qz.little-neck.ny.us> From: "Charles Thain" <okiquit@hotmail.com> Subject: Portland Ch. 12 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: <19980219131920.1937.qmail@hotmail.com> My Weekend in Portland -- Chapter 12 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. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Ruth's pussy looked delicious, through her thick hair I could see her darker outer lips swollen open to reveal the delicate, glistening pink of her inner labia. I slid my hands under her buttocks, lifting and positioning her hips to begin feasting. First I ducked my head and delved through her pussy hair to lick the tiny patch of skin between Ruth's pussy and her tiny, puckered asshole. She tensed. I drew the tip of my tongue slowly up one side of her pussy, tracing the thick outer lip, then I returned to the bottom and traced up the other lip. Her hips jerked upward and she moaned. "Please, please, PLEASE!" she insisted. For a long time I teased the sensitive skin of her crotch with my tongue, roaming from her asshole to the dense hair at the top of her slit, occasionally turning my head to nip lightly at her smooth inner thighs. I made long strokes up and down, coming as near as I could to her slit without pushing inside. Ruth responded first by helpless gasps, then long frustrated moans as she thrust her hips again and again, seeking contact and relief. Suddenly I stopped and raised my head. "What do you want?" I said. Momentarily confused, she didn't answer, and I repeated my question. "What do you want?" "I want you," she said softly. "Tell me exactly what you want me to do," I said. "I can't say it!" she complained weakly. "Say it or I'll stop right now," I threatened. "I want you to lick me," Ruth said, voice low and quavery. "Where do you want me to lick you?" "I want you to lick my pussy," she said, gaining strength. "What else?" "I want you to lick my pussy and put your tongue inside me, and ... and suck on my clit!" she said. "Say it again!" "I WANT YOU TO LICK MY PUSSY AND TONGUE ME AND SUCK MY CLIT!" she demanded. I answered by driving my tongue, finally, between her outer lips, pressing apart her thin, soft inner lips and plunging deep into her slick, wet opening. The delightfully tart taste of her pussy juice was on my tongue. I pulled out and drove my tongue inside her again, and again, and again. She cried out with each penetration, and I could feel her body straining against her bonds. Pausing a moment, I licked around her opening, then penetrated her again, pushing my tongue as far inside her as it would go, again and again. My face was wet with her juices from eyebrows to chin. Finally I stopped tongue-fucking Ruth's pussy and began licking my way in short strokes up the channel from her opening towards her hooded clitoris. Reaching the top of her pussy, I licked a wide circle around her clit, careful not to touch it. Then I licked around it again, a slightly smaller circle, and again, the edge of my tongue touching her bump. She gave a low, short moan, her hips jerking. Wrapping my arms around the tops of her thighs, I locked my mouth at the top of her slit and continued circling her clitoris with the tip of my tongue. Then I switched and began flicking my tongue tip back and forth across her little bump, touching it so lightly that I sometimes missed altogether. Now Ruth's whole moaning body began to stiffen, her back and legs arching to hold her hips suspended off the bed, offering her sex to my mouth. I could feel the muscles in her lower abdomen tighten until they were hard and flat. At the same time, I increased the flicking of my tongue across her clit and slowly pushed my first finger into her pussy and my slick, wet middle finger up her asshole. For a breathless moment there was no reaction, then Ruth's body began to convulse and she screamed a hoarse, wordless scream that filled the room, stopped, then filled the room again. "AAAAHHHHHH! AAAAHHHHHH! AAAAHHHHHH! AAAAHHHHHH! AAAAHHHHHH! AAAAHHHHHH! AAAAHHHHHH! AAAAHHHHHH!" I had to struggle to keep my mouth on her pussy, my tongue flicking her pearl, as she repeatedly threw her lower body completely up off the bed. Her wildly bucking hips effortlessly lifted the weight of my upper body. "OH GOD! OH GOD! OHMYGOD! she shouted hoarsely. "FUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCKKKK!!!" It seemed her climax would never end, but Ruth's shouts and screams eventually turned into moans, then sighs, then silence. Her body went limp and her convulsions subsided into tiny, uncoordinated hip thrusts before she became altogether motionless. I kept my mouth on her pussy, but now avoided her too-sensitive clitoris and contented myself with short licks in her slit and opening, tasting her flowing juices. I lifted my head, finally, from her damp crotch and moved up to straddle her waist. Ruth's face was relaxed, her mouth slack, tear tracks running down from the corners of her eyes. Taking the scissors from the nightstand I carefully cut the bonds on her wrists and ankles. She remained spread-eagled, limp. Lying down, I pulled her onto her side, into my arms, her face pressed against my throat and my left thigh pressed up between her legs into her soaking crotch. I pulled the covers over us and held her like that, motionless. After 15 or 20 minutes she began to whisper, so faintly I could barely hear. "I feel like I've been hit by a tidal wave and survived, somehow. But all my strength is gone. I've washed up on the beach and I can't move." She was silent again for awhile. "Do other women feel like this?" Before I could think of an answer, I heard the doorbell ring downstairs. (End of Chapter 12) ______________________________________________________ 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 |