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

By Chaz Thain

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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.

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-7 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 butted 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.
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