My Weekend in Portland -- Chapter 4 of 15 (MF FF MFF)

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Finally I pulled out of Ruth's pussy, admiring the way her inner
lips and dark pubic hair clung wetly to my half-erect dick as it
slid out of her. I helped her stand and turn around into my arms.
She was still wearing her tennis shoes.

We stood there for awhile, our sweaty bodies pressed against each
other, while I held Ruth and caressed her shoulders and back. She
laid her head against my shoulder and sighed, her thick hair
tickling my neck.

"That was wonderful," she said dreamily. "That was like nothing
I've ever felt before."

"Most women don't climax in that position," I murmured.

"Really? It felt so intense having to hold myself in place while
I was cumming, when I just wanted to fall on the floor in a
heap!" Ruth said. "I don't care. I'm still floating."

"Do you want me to go get cleaned up?" she asked after several
minutes, looking up a little anxiously.

"You're not dirty," I replied. "Besides, we have a lot to do."

"We do?" puzzled.

"Oh yes, we're going to be very busy. First I want you to go
upstairs and use one of those enemas you bought," I said,
squeezing her butt-cheeks with both hands. Blushing, Ruth ducked
out of my arms, avoided my eyes and grabbed one of the bags off
the kitchen counter. "Yes, Mr. K-----," she said, and hurried
upstairs.

Watching her walk toward the stairs, I admired the sight of her
inner thighs glistening with a mixture of sperm and pussy juice
dripping out of her gorgeous slit.

I dug into one of the bags she left on the kitchen counter,
coming out with a bottle of Henry's. I put the rest of
the six-pack in the refrigerator and put away the other food Ruth
bought. Leaning against the kitchen counter and sipping my beer,
I relaxed, feeling the cooling effect of sweat and pussy juice
drying on my skin. For awhile, I held the cold glass of the beer
bottle against a nipple, and wondered if Ruth would enjoy that
cold, shivery sensation.

Then I heard a sound from upstairs and realized the shower was
running.

"Dammit," I mused. I love the way a woman smells after sex -- a
fertile aroma of sweat and warm skin, pussy musk and cum. And
Ruth was washing that away. I hadn't exactly told her NOT to
shower, but I was a little peeved that she did it without asking.


I gathered her sister's spilled clothes into the laundry basket,
then collected our scattered clothing and headed upstairs.

I dumped our clothes on a chair in the master bedroom and let
myself into the warm, steamy bathroom. Pulling open the shower
curtain, I stepped into the tub behind Ruth, wrapping my arms
around her. She was working up a thick lather in her hair, but
she turned her soap-covered face toward me with a smile. I kissed
her lips lightly.

I slid my hands from her wide hips up her slender waist and
cupped her big breasts, slick with soapy water. Lifting them, I
felt their fullness and weight in my hands and rubbed my thumbs
over her thick nipples, drawing a quiet "Mmmmm" of pleasure. I
rubbed against her back and my half-erect penis fit nicely into
the top of her ass-crack. I let my hands wander over her
beautifully smooth skin, stopping for awhile to run my fingers
through the thick, wet tangle above her pussy.

Stepping slightly to one side, I started gently rubbing one soapy
hand over her pussy while the other slid up and down her rear
split. Resting her head against my chest, Ruth sighed deeply and
spread her legs a bit, opening herself to my hands. I reflected
that the sexually repressed woman described in Ruth's journal
would never have allowed herself to be possessed and fondled in
this intimate way. But becoming my "slave" somehow freed her from
the need to guard her body from any touch, any pleasure.

I rubbed her pussy carefully, wanting to stimulate and arouse for
awhile, without bringing Ruth to orgasm. I also made sure not to
risk getting any soap inside her. I know how sensitive those
tissues can be, and I hate the taste of soap. My other hand slid
up and down the deep cleft between her buttocks, washing and
probing. With each pass I rubbed the tip of my middle finger
gently against the tight ring of her asshole, and it reflexively
tightened each time. Not all of Ruth's inhibitions had been shed
with her conservative clothing.

So I concentrated on her pussy, gradually bringing her closer and
closer to an explosion. I avoided direct contact with her clit,
rubbing instead the whole area of her pussy with the palm of my
hand.

Then I withdrew my hand altogether, and slid it down to stroke
the inside of her wet thighs. Ruth sighed deeply in
disappointment, and a tiny frown creased her forehead as she felt
the heat between her legs begin to fade. Her right arm laid on my
left shoulder while her left hand gripped a soap dish set into
the tiled wall. Lifting her right breast, I leaned over and took
her nipple in my mouth, sucking lightly then tonguing her rapidly
back and forth. Already half-erect, her nipple quickly began to
stiffen and lengthen. I nipped it lightly with my teeth and she
gasped. I could hear her quick, shallow breathing over the
hissing of the shower.

I concentrated for a long time on Ruth's breast and nipple,
licking, sucking and sometimes taking delicate nips with my
teeth. I watched her face from the corner of my eye and listened
to her breathing, carefully noting what gave her the most
pleasure. Her groans and sighs and her fingers digging into my
shoulder told me about the waves of pleasure radiating from her
rock-hard nipple and her sensitive, puckered areola. Then I
repeated my slow assault on her other breast.

Now she was moaning continuously -- a long, low croon of helpless
excitement, and her right hand gripped a handful of hair at the
back of my head. Abandoning her stiffly protruding nipples to the
streaming water, I straightened and moved my hands back down,
down to her pussy and her ass. Again I flattened my hand and
lightly rubbed the whole area between her legs, massaging her
slick labia, which caressed her hooded clitoris in turn. I
pressed three fingers against the opening of her vagina, feeling
her warmth but careful not to let them penetrate. My other hand
slid up and down the crack of her ass, traveling slowly,
occasionally teasing her soapy asshole with a fingertip.

I was careful to move as slowly as possible, letting Ruth's
arousal build. But no matter how lightly I rubbed her pussy her
excitement grew steadily until I knew she was nearing her climax.
Her moans of pleasure were regular and growing louder, and she
began occasionally thrusting her hips forward, seeking more
pressure against her expectant clit. Her head lolled, sometimes
forward, sometimes back and her knees sagged as more of her
weight fell onto the arm draped across my shoulders. A more
sexually confident woman might have been urging me on, begging
for release, but no words came from Ruth's mouth. All I heard
were gasps and moans.

Finally I began the end game, increasing the pressure of my palm
against her pussy and speeding its slight up and down movement.
She tensed, knowing the explosion was coming, and her hip thrusts
became as regular as a metronome.

"Uh-uh-Uh-Uh-Uh-Uh-Uh-UH-UH-UH-UH-UHUHUHUHUHUHUHUH!" She threw
her head back and crested with a deep, prolonged moan of ecstasy,
digging her fingers into my shoulder so hard I knew I'd have
bruises. Her knees buckled slightly, then she caught herself and
stood on quivering legs, her orgasm continuing. "Fuck! Oh fuck!
Oh fuck! Fuck! FUCK!" she muttered breathlessly, her hips jerking
convulsively as she struggled to stay on her feet. "Ohmygod,
ohmygod, ohmyGOD!" Her face was lifted towards mine, her eyes
closed, her mouth slightly open, twisted with pleasure.

Seconds later, before Ruth's climax could fade, I executed the
second part of my plan. I continued to rub her pussy, but
stealthily found the center of the tiny 'O' between her ass
cheeks. Without warning, I shoved my soapy middle finger inside
her until it would go no further, forcing my way quickly past her
tight barrier into her inner chamber.

When she felt the deep penetration, Ruth's eyes and mouth flew
open with surprise and her muscular buttocks clamped down on my
hand. "NO!" was all she had time to gasp before a fresh orgasm
seized her whole body, more powerful than the one before. Her
hips jerked involuntarily, aiding the penetration of my finger,
while a long howl escaped her wide open mouth.
"AAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Her whole body convulsed as Ruth
simultaneously tried to thrust her pussy against my pressing hand
while pulling away from the obscene penetration of her rear hole.
Then I suddenly pushed two fingers into her pussy channel.

Her knees buckled and Ruth collapsed, pulling me down as I
struggled to keep my fingers inside her, in front and behind. We
fell into a tangle in the tub, warm water beating down unnoticed,
as I began thrusting into her, spearing her pussy and asshole at
the same moment, again and again, careful to keep rubbing her
hidden little nub with my palm. Her neck was arched backward, her
mouth open wide to emit a continuous, "AH! AH! AH! AH! AH!, and
her breasts quivered from the shock waves slamming through her
body, nipples pointing. My fingers in her pussy and the finger in
her asshole were being squeezed rhythmically by her inner
muscles.

"AhhhuuuAAAAA" she cried. "MygodmygodOhmygod!"

We laid like that for a long time, in the bottom of the tub,
until Ruth's moans trailed off and her muscles stopping gripping
my fingers. Her body stopped convulsing and she lay slack, with
only an occasional twitch to show she was alive. Finally, slowly,
I withdrew my fingers from her vagina, then gently slid my finger
from the warmth of her ass, getting one last departing squeeze. I
reached up with one foot and shoved the shower handle down,
turning off the water.

I could hear Ruth sigh in the dripping quiet that followed.

Eyes closed, she whispered, "Now I know how it feels to die from
pleasure."


(End of Chapter 4)

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WARNING -- This is a work of erotic fiction intended only for
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