Message-ID: <6290eli$9802201602@qz.little-neck.ny.us> From: "Charles Thain" Subject: Portland Ch. 20 (MF FF MFF) 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: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <19980220121212.9452.qmail@hotmail.com> My Weekend in Portland -- Chapter 20 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. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- I don't know what Denise was doing to Ruth's nipple, but the larger woman was soon squirming with arousal and caressing Denise's hair. Maybe the sensations got too intense then, because Ruth suddenly pushed Denise away, her wet, engorged nipple popping out into the air. They stood facing each other for a moment. Ruth took a deep, shuddering breath, her eyes wild, and Denise briefly licked her lips like a cat licking cream. The tension in the air was palpable. Staring at Denise, Ruth finally broke the silence. "Take me!" she whispered urgently. "Please. Take me!" For a long moment, the expression on Denise's face was flat, unreadable, as she stared into Ruth's eyes. Then she reached out casually, and took hold of Ruth's nipples, rolling them gently between her thumbs and first fingers. She gave a faint smile. "I don't really know what to do," she said, with a sidelong glance at me. "Just think of the last time you had great sex, and do that," I suggested. Denise grimaced, then gave a small laugh. "I'm not sure I can remember that far back," she smiled, continuing to finger Ruth's nipples. Afraid they would stop before they got started, I stepped up and guided Ruth until she was lying on her back on the couch. Then, to Denise, "Have you ever been curious about what another woman's body looks like? Feels like?" "Y-e-e-s-s-s," Denise admitted, her eyes glued to Ruth's nude form. "Then here's your chance to explore, look at any part of her, touch any part of her." Denise paused, staring at Ruth. "She's SO different from me," she mused. "Her tits are so big and beautiful, while I'm built like a boy; her hips are so ... womanly ... and her pussy hair is just THICK!" Pulling Ruth's legs wide, I led Denise's hand down and placed it on Ruth's pubic bush. Denise stood motionless for a second, then dug her fingers into the dark thatch, tugging slightly. She sat on the couch and reached out with her other hand, touching Ruth's puffy, pussy lips with a fingertip. Ruth lifted her head to watch the smaller woman explore between her legs. Then Denise leaned over and parted Ruth's pubic hair with one hand while caressing the dark outer lips with the other. The glistening pink of Ruth's inner labia was visible the length of her cleft. Denise ran a fingertip down the slit, bringing it briefly to her nose for a sniff. Then the smaller woman put her finger at the bottom of Ruth's slit and slowly pushed until it disappeared completely inside. She withdrew the finger and pushed it in again, and again. "You are SO wet!" Denise said, glancing up at Ruth's intent face. Ruth groaned, "I love your finger inside me." Denise continued to slowly finger-fuck Ruth's pussy, finally adding a second finger. She seemed to enjoy watching her fingers disappear, then reappear. Then she pulled out and, using both hands, pulled Ruth's labia wide, exposing the vaginal opening and hooded clitoris. Denise looked for a long time, stroking various parts with a thumb. When she brushed Ruth's clit, the bigger woman grunted and thrust her hips upward. "That feels good, doesn't it?" Denise said, looking up at her face. "Wonderful!" Ruth sighed, her head falling back onto the couch. Denise returned her thumb to Ruth's clit, rubbing lightly and slowly, keeping her eyes on Ruth's face, twisted with pleasure. Denise scooted closer and continued rubbing Ruth's hooded nub, and the sound of harsh breathing began to fill the room. Ruth uttered a long, deep groan and whispered rapidly, "Yes, baby, yes! Oh, oh, oh, OH! That's it! Right THERE! You do me so good!" Denise was intent, fascinated, switching her gaze back and forth between Ruth's flushed face and her equally flushed sex. She dipped her thumb into Ruth's opening and spread wetness up and over her clit. Ruth was thrusting her hips rhythmically upward, hands gripping the couch cushions. Then she froze, her hips up off the couch, and a long, strained whimper became a series of low, hoarse cries as she climaxed. "Aaah! Aaah! Aaah! Aaah! AAAH! AAAAAAAAAAAH! Flushed and determined, Denise kept her thumb on Ruth's clit with difficulty, rubbing through her long orgasm. Ruth's hips were thrusting, first up and down, then side to side. Finally Ruth closed her legs on Denise's hand, locking it motionless, too sensitive to endure any more stimulation. Her own hands covered her face as she lay there, tiny convulsions sweeping the length of her flushed, sweaty body. Denise watched for a long time as Ruth's climax receded, extracted her hand, and leaned back, still staring at her lover's naked body. They stayed that way for a long time; long enough for me to get bored and go to the kitchen in search of a beer. When I returned with a cold bottle of Henry Weinhard's, they were sitting quietly, side by side on the couch, Denise's arm draped over Ruth's bare shoulders. Denise smiled shyly at me. "Seems like you figured out what to do," I said, grinning. (End of Chapter 20) ______________________________________________________ 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 |