“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.