Message-ID: <12699eli$9807051828@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: Subject: Please post in ASSM... thanks Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-transfer-encoding: 7bit Content-type: text/plain; charset=US-ASCII Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <11ec6e4b.359c6007@aol.com> Subject: Ruthie's Glen Interlude (Mf, d/s, anal, consensual) [1/1] From: RuthieBaby Disclaimer: This story is strictly fantasy. Any resemblance to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental and downright presumptuous. If you are under the age of 18 or live in a community that prohibits this kind of free expression, please stop reading here and do something else to occupy your time, like knitting or bowling or reading "Winnie The Pooh." The authors grant permission for private use of this story. Any other use is prohibited. We gladly accept, encourage, and appreciate comments. Please send comments to RuthieBaby@aol.com. Ruthie's Note: This story resulted from one of those impromptu writing collaborations. Gary wrote the first part - his fantasy of our first meeting. I wrote the second part - my view of the action. Gary gave me permission to post his part. For other Ruthie stories by some of my favorite authors, please see "ruthie's Story" (all 12 chapters, now reposted) by LineMstr@aol.com, "Ruthie's Afternoon" by Erotales@aol.com, and the Ruthie quartet ("Ruthie's Sweet Night Of Passion," "Ruthie's Coffee Break," "Ruthie's Submission," and "Ruthie's Defilement") by Sybian1@aol.com They are really super writers. Copyright 1998 RG Publications. All rights reserved. Ruthie's Glen Interlude Part One: His Story (by Gary) I was torn as I drove to Waterville. Titillated to be meeting Ruth and apprehensive as to just what our first meeting would be like. It's like the end of the Dating Game when the bachelor comes around the screen and the camera zooms in on the woman's face. There's no hiding the disappointment if he turns out to not be her type. I was also more turned on than I'd ever been, wondered if I could walk with this hard cock confined in my pants ruining the symmetry of my lap. I pulled off the exit and waited, my car off to the side on the grassy knoll. The window down, a warm breeze swirling throughout, too anxious to read, simply wait. Out of the corner of my eye I see the white car floating down the ramp, see the driver, but not well. My heart is pounding, my cock is throbbing. I'm nervous and exhilarated. She pulls up next to me, we open our doors at the same time and she peels her long sensual body out of the car. I compose myself, feel a power grow within me. This woman is mine. She's beautiful, poised, elegant, classy. Yet I can see the heat, the passion in her eyes tempered by her barely perceptible submission hinted at by her demure smile and the tilt of her head. The way her eyes meet mine then lower themselves, I know. She is my whore now. Ruth dressed to please me, as she will always from this point on. White cotton blouse, buttons in front and buttoned up to the top. A midlength tailored black skirt, black stockings and heels, her lips painted and nails to match. And something extra, a black silk choker with pearl broach on her throat. She is stunning. She walks with an extremely sexual air, her sensuality emanating with every step. I stare at her, smile, feel the power within me growing. We walk to each other, laugh nervously and clasp hands. I take her hand to my lips, inhale her aroma and kiss her palms, my eyes never leaving hers. We hold hands as we exchange nervous banter, the drive, so good to see you, etc. Our fingers intertwine as we chat, her palm so silky soft, fingers so strong. I suggest we take her car and drive to the woods, a dirt road I found that goes to the top of hill, a secluded cemetery. As she drives I notice her skirt ride up and see the black stockings held up by garters and her thighs casually spread, relaxed. We speak of simple things as we drive through the woods, a tunnel of branches, dark lush green, not a sound or person around. I sit with my legs also spread, wondering if she notices my hard cock growing down my left thigh. I tell her to turn left up here next to the gnarled oak. We pull up and see we're all alone, overlooking the hills and valleys of town. I tell her how glad I am to finally be here with her. She is indeed worth the wait. More stunning, more beautiful than I'd imagined. She smiles, blushes. I reach over and run the nails of my right hand down her cheek, down her throat, finger her choker... gently draw her to me... and we kiss, our eyes closing at the last moment. Her lips are so soft and succulent, moist and knowing. We both moan as our tongues begin to caress each other. I reach over to stroke down her left arm as our kiss grows deeper, passionate. I hug her to me, whisper in her ear how often I'd rehearsed this moment. I lift her chin, smile at her and say, "You're my whore now aren't you, Ruth." Her eyes harden, she pulls away and says strongly, "NO!" She looks down and whispers, "I'm your fucking whore," and with this she looks up and smiles... starts to unbutton her blouse and we both laugh. I stop her, wanting to enjoy her clothed, just a few buttons undone, to the top of her cleavage. I reach out and stroke the tips of my fingers across her throat, down to the tops of her breasts, over her blouse to nipples... first the left , then the right. "Let's get out of the car," I say. It's a hot June day, beautiful up here, secluded. I turn her to me and we kiss, our bodies grinding into each other. She moans as she feels my hard cock pressed against her belly, and I moan pulling her against me, my hands on her ass. We walk to the front of the car, the engine hot, the hood warm. I lean Ruth over the hood. She feels the warm metal against her cheek, on her breasts, I tell her to lay her arms out over her head, and I stand behind her, my hands on her hips, feeling so strong. She's beautiful and all mine. I run my nails slowly up the backs of each thigh, tease towards her pussy but don't touch, across her ass, raising her skirt, standing so close she can feel my cock pressed against her ass. "Reach behind you and take down my zipper, my whore," I say. She moans... her long beautiful fingers reach back... fumble to find me... and slowly lower my zipper. Her cool fingers reach in, wrap around my cock and squeeze. She moans, as do I. My cock throbs in her hands. I reach around and pinch her right nipple as she pulls me out and strokes my cock, pre-cum oozing out of the tip, onto her fingers. I lean over her, kiss her throat, whisper in her ear. "I'm going to fuck you Ruth, at last, my sweet fucking whore," and I rip her panties off. The sound of the material ripping is like a rifle shot in this silence. She moves her ass back against me, thrusting, and I find her wet hot pussy... and sink in to my balls in one long slow stroke. When I'm all the way in I just stop and enjoy it. Hold Ruth so she can't move either, lay over her back and kiss, suck, bite her neck as I start to slowly fuck her, my cock probing, moving side to side, slowly in and out. I know she likes it fast and hard. I want to enjoy this, draw it out, make her beg me to fuck her like a slut. Such a hot wet fucking cunt, drawing my cock on each stroke, her ass moving tantalizingly back against me, her moans on each thrust. I'm harder than I've ever been, moaning and fucking, biting her shoulder, slapping her ass on each stroke as I pick up speed. Telling her that from now on she's mine. My hot fucking whore. She's to dress for me, masturbate for me, fuck me whenever I want, wherever I want. I'm primordial, fucking this woman, owning this woman, slapping Ruth's ass. Loving Ruth........ Part Two: Her Story (by Ruthie) Early morning, bright sun, trees swaying, birds chirping… as in every happy fairy-tale. Their first meeting, and he looks just the way he described himself - tall, dark blonde hair, deep blue eyes, neatly trimmed mustache... so sexy she can barely tear her eyes away from him. When they reach the quiet glen, he fucks her… a most natural thing to do. He leans her over her car and rams his cock into her. So simple, so primitive, as if he has been doing it all his life… like breathing. Now, legs apart, skirt bunched at her waist, she takes his thrusts in her hot wet pussy. "Time to start our voyage of discovery, Ruth," he murmurs, and she shivers with anticipation. He holds her firmly against the car with one hand, steps back, and slaps her ass hard with the other. Thwack! She feels a delicious burn. He spanks her hard a second time… thwack!... and again... thwack!... then thrusts his penis into her pussy again. His cock has never been so hard. It feels disconnected from his body, a product of his driving mind. He is the man fucking her and at the same time the man watching her being fucked. She is incredibly turned on. "Who are you, Ruth?" he asks and she answers as before, "I'm your fucking whore." How he loves to hear her say that. He thinks his cock will burst right then. "Take off your blouse and bra, whore," he says curtly, and she obeys him. He strokes her bare breasts, feeling the nipples harden into little nubs. He tweaks them hard and she yelps in surprise. He rolls them between his thumb and forefinger, exerting more and more pressure until she feels spikes of pain in her breasts. She cries "Owwww…," so he squeezes them again. This is what they talked about so many times online, yet she seems loath to continue. She brushes his hands aside. "No, Ruth," he says sternly, "you can't stop. Our paths of darkness. Remember? This is where we were meant to go." He lays her down on the grass, lifts her skirt, and says, "Bend your knees, Ruth." Her open thighs, framed by the black stockings and garter belt, reveal her smooth, hairless pussy. She is the picture of lewdness, like a street- corner cunt. He knows she is anything but that... except for him... right now... in this place. She stretches out her arms and whispers, "Fuck me, my delicious Captain... oh, please... please... fuck me..." He kneels between her knees and inserts his fingers in her pussy, massaging the spongy tissue at her g-spot. She is so wet her cream covers his hand. She squirms in the grass, swiveling her hips and moaning softly. He quickly lifts her legs over his shoulders and plunges into her hot wet pussy. She gasps and for a moment remains perfectly still, absorbing the feel of his powerful cock. She sees his hand movement only a few seconds before he slaps her breasts sharply. "A sign of my love, my luscious whore… did you like that?" and he slaps her breasts again, this time even harder. Her breasts are warm and throbbing now, the heat mingling with the pain in her nipples. She arches her back as if offering her breasts to him again, and he whispers, "This is where you want to go... you said so... many, many times... that special place where pain turns into pleasure... I will take you there, my Ruth." He is deep inside her, picking up speed as if chased by demons. Her pussy is a firebox waiting to explode. She closes her eyes blocking out his face. Now he is a nameless, bodiless instrument designed only for her own pleasure. His ramrod cock pumps rhythmically into her cunt until all she can do is scream in the silent glen… scream and heave her hips… pull him towards her… into her… feel the gut-wrenching contractions that go on forever… until she bursts inside... and falls silent and still. He watches her tenderly. "Was that good?" he murmurs, and all she can do is nod and moan. The radiant smile on her face says it all. For a few moments, he continues sliding his cock into her creaming pussy, then suddenly pulls out and flips her over on her stomach. "Now, all fours, Ruth" he says, patting the globes of her buttocks. "My hungry cock lusts for that ass." She gets on her hands and knees, pulling her skirt up to reveal her asshole - pink, puckered, and inviting. He bends down and licks it, then pushes his finger inside and circles it around. "Mmmm... such a tasty ass, my whore." He spreads her cheeks and positions his rock-hard cock against her waiting hole. Slowly he pushes inside, forcing her sphincter muscles open, then pauses to let her body get accustomed to his girth. Now he grabs her hips and pushes deeper. She groans as the stretching pain begins. He reaches around and fondles her swollen clit, knowing this will distract her. Her pussy juices coat his fingers, and he rubs them on his cock making it more slippery for what is to come. He pushes further into her until Ruth begs softly, "Stop, please stop… no more… you are splitting me," and he pauses again, knowing he will not stop until his cock is buried there. He gives her a few moments to catch her breath, then resumes invading her asshole. She whimpers and moans but takes it all. He is in right up to his balls, and she is filled with the feel of him and her own ecstasy. At first his movements are long and slow, then quicken as her asshole eases to meet his cock. Soon he is pumping in and out as if fucking her pussy… but so much tighter… the ridges of the wall thick and clinging… so unlike her slippery cunt. Between grunts, she mews constantly. She can barely stand it much longer but never wants it to stop. Soon she is cumming again, and this time he will cum with her. He rears back like a bucking stallion and rams his cock into her with all his force. She screams louder now, without stopping. "Come, baby, come again," he cries as his cock throbs inside her and his body tenses. He is close to cumming, as is she. He continues to pump as she wails, "Now… now… nowww," and he grunts back, "Yesssss... nowwwwww..." and shoots a load of hot cum up her ass. The sunlight hides behind a cloud for a moment as they lay exhausted in the cool, high grass. Trees rustle and birds chirp, but time stands still. His soft cock slips out of her ass. She feels both empty and filled, her pleasure is so great. "I am your whore," she murmurs in half-sleep, "… only your whore." He reaches from behind her, cradling her breasts in his hands... pressing his body against her back... savoring the peace and contentment in the glen... loving her. End -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----