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My Weekend in Portland Ch. 01

By: ChazThain



Portland is a great town. In fact, I used to live there until I was pushed out of my job for reasons I didn't understand at the time. More about that later.

Anyway, I live in San Francisco now, and one day my boss told me to get packed and head for Portland. One of our top clients needed some serious hand-holding. So I flew north expecting anything up to a week of frantic, 12-hour days with the jittery clients.

I was able to quickly get our clients past their big problems and they were pleasantly surprised when I cleared up several smaller glitches as well. We were done by late morning Friday, so I shook hands all around and left with their relieved thanks ringing in my ears.

Since I had an open ticket, my grateful boss told me I could spend the weekend in Portland at the company's expense. I eagerly accepted the offer but soon ran into problems finding playmates.

My old girlfriend had a new guy, and plans for a romantic weekend on the coast. My best pal was dealing with his fiance's parents, just arrived on vacation from the Midwest. Several other friends also had plans, including one who still worked for my old company. At least 

he had time to buy me lunch.

I was leaving his office after lunch, heading for the elevators, when I ran into another old co-worker, Ruth K-------. In fact, Ruth used to be my supervisor. Our relationship had varied from strained politeness to occasional moments of genuine warmth, but she was not an easy woman to get along with. One day she could be warm and personal, the next cold and aloof. We had gotten along fine at work and really had no relationship outside the office.

So I was surprised by her reaction when we met by chance. Ruth hauled me into her office and sat me down to talk as if we were intimate friends. She seemed genuinely disappointed that someone had already taken me to lunch. Talking with unusual animation, she seemed pleased, flustered and perhaps apprehensive at the same time.

After a bit of catching up, she surprised me again by inviting me to dinner at her townhouse. In fact, she was insistent. I hesitated, but not for long. With all my other friends committed elsewhere, my alternative was dinner by myself. I accepted Ruth's invitation.

So at 7 that evening Ruth opened her door for me. A New York native, she was 28 and educated at a first-class university. She had worked several years for an East Coast division of the company before getting an unusual transfer to the Portland office. The company rarely transferred low-level supervisors all the way across the country.

We talked and drank glasses of wine as she prepared dinner, and I found myself looking carefully at Ruth. Her large, brown eyes and dark, shoulder-length hair were her best features. Her typical expression at work was a bit severe, her thick hair tightly controlled. But when she relaxed her face was expressive and quite pretty. At 5'7" and maybe 145 pounds, she was no fashion model, but then I've always disliked the anorexic look.

She had broad shoulders for a woman, and hips to match, but her waist, calves and ankles were relatively slender and nicely proportioned. There had always been some curiosity about Ruth's body among her male coworkers because she dressed for work in clothes that concealed everything between her knees and shoulders. Her breasts seemed large, but nobody really knew. The rumor mill reported she was a regular at the downtown YMCA. But that was also uncertain, since most of us worked out at a gym closer to the office.

Sitting in her kitchen while she dealt with pasta and sauce, I became aware that Ruth seemed quietly but intensely excited, maybe even apprehensive. Her face was flushed, her eyes bright. Her conversation was a little distracted, but charming and she displayed flashes of wit she rarely showed at the office. She wore a loose, long-sleeved and high-necked blouse of some soft, opaque fabric, closed with dozens of tiny round buttons. A nun could have worn her brown wool skirt without embarrassment, except that it was expensively tailored.

Through dinner the conversation was casual; work and coworkers, my life in San Francisco, hers in Portland. But when dessert was served, she became quieter, seeming even more distracted. Finally we were sitting over coffee, in silence.

I realized she was working up the nerve to say something, but couldn't begin to guess what. After a few false starts, though, she nervously began explaining how -- and why -- she had gotten me run out of my job more than a year before.

Some time before that, I had taken over Ruth's duties in the Portland office while she attended a month-long training session in L.A. She returned to find her department running smoothly under my leadership, and her boss singing my praises. Looking over my evaluations, she began to see me as a threat to her job. She began a panicky campaign to reduce me in the eyes of her boss, and succeeded too well. Orders came from New York to cut costs and my job was eliminated even though Ruth had regretted her actions by then. She tried without success to undo her work and get me retained.

Most of this was news to me, especially Ruth's role, and I got quite angry listening to her account. I kept my cool, though, for one big reason. I found a much better job in San Fracisco barely two weeks after being driven out of the company in Portland. Getting laid off turned out to be a piece of luck for me, professionally and financially, though I was less successful socially in San Francisco. In a way, Ruth had done me a favor.

But she didn't know that. It was clear Ruth carried a big burden of guilt over her role in getting me downsized. In fact, she talked for quite a while, explaining in detail what an cruel backstabber she had been. Tears glistened in her pretty brown eyes.

Finally she fell silent, sitting across the dining table from me, staring down at her hands clasped in her lap. I couldn't think of anything much to say, so I stayed silent. After a few moments she took a deep breath and spoke again.

"I know you're angry, and you have every right to be," Ruth said meekly. "Nobody would blame you if you beat the crap out of me and left me bleeding in the street, not even me.

"If you want, I'd like to do something to make up for the horrible things I've done to you," she said.

I laughed with a trace of bitterness.

"There's nothing you can do that would change anything," I said a little sharply. "Unless you can turn back time."

"I know, I KNOW, there's nothing I can really do that will fix the past!" Ruth said, staring at me desperately. "But there IS something I can do that would even the scales a little."

At this point I began to think she was talking about money, which struck me as ridiculous, so I didn't quite hear what she said next.

"Would you say that again." 

"I could be your slave," Ruth said, barely above a whisper.

This time I heard just fine, but didn't understand. 

"What do you mean, you could be my slave?"

"For the next 48 hours I would do anything you told me to do," Ruth said, her voice growing stronger. "Anything that wasn't illegal or life-threatening."

She didn't act or sound like she was joking, but I still wasn't sure. 

"You mean if I ordered you to clean my house or give me a back rub, or drive out to Astoria for fresh salmon you'd do it?" I asked. 

"Yes," she said, pausing, "anything."

"What if I ordered you to do something you wouldn't ordinarily do?" I taunted, still not really believing. "What if I ordered you to take off your blouse?"

"Is that an order?" she asked quietly, her eyes cast down.

"Yes, that's an order," I said, beginning to wonder how far she would go.

She made no reply, but her hands moved up to her throat and began unbuttoning the first of the tiny round buttons. Barely breathing, my mouth was suddenly dry. I watched her unfasten one after another until, finally, they were all undone and she pulled the tail of her blouse with difficulty out of the waistband of her skirt. Then she unbuttoned another dozen tiny buttons at the cuffs and a few seconds later she dropped her blouse to the floor. I could see from the heave of her breasts in her bra that she was breathing heavily, almost panting. A flush spread across the smooth, bare skin of her shoulders and neck.

"Stand up," I said, feeling bolder, and she stood, still looking down at the table. 

"Take off your skirt," I ordered, and when her skirt dropped to the floor, "Take off your bra." Seconds later her large, pale breasts swung free, her big, dark brown nipples already pointing stiffly. 



I stood and walked around the table to her. "Look at me," and her eyes locked on mine. Hers were full of fear. My mind was racing, full of ideas.

"Do you want to be my slave for the next 48 hours," I asked. She tried to speak, her eyes boring into mine, and finally managed a choked, "Yes."

"Suck me."



(End of Chapter 1 of 15)

My Weekend in Portland Ch. 02



"Forget that order," I said, as Ruth reached hesitantly for my fly, I have another idea."

"Yes, master," she said, and I shook my head impatiently.

"Don't call me master. That makes me feel like I'm in some stupid sitcom." Then I recalled the eagerly submissive way she acted toward her boss, invariably addressed as "Mr. Tucker." 

"Call me Mr. K-----," I said, substituting my last name for Tucker's, and she nodded.

"Yes, Mr. K-----," she said.

Taking Ruth by the hand, I sat her down in a wing chair by the fireplace and settled into a facing chair. Then, for more than an hour, I grilled her quietly but insistently about every detail of her sex life. She was intensely embarrassed through much of my interrogation, alternately blushing and turning pale as I extracted her most intimate secrets. Once or twice I had to remind her she was my slave, so she was not entitled to withhold any secrets. Ruth tried to sit still, but sometimes squirmed in her chair, and her nipples were often erect.

I learned her breasts and pubic hair began to appear when she was 10, and she started menstruating soon afterwards -- much to her baffled horror. Her family was one of those that didn't discuss sex. By 14, she was wearing C-cup bras and fending off groping hands from classmates, teachers and even her parent's friends. Ruth lost her virginity at summer camp when she was 15, to a counselor who dumped her while his load was still dripping down her legs. 

Unfortunately, she got pregnant from that brief encounter and her furious parents insisted on an abortion. They also severely restricted her contact with boys through high school. Away from home for college she had several brief relationships before connecting with a guy almost as repressed as she was. For two years their sex life consisted of him mauling her breasts and pussy through her clothes, while she jacked him off through his clothes. She was convinced they would get married after graduation, but he dumped her instead.

Over the ensuing years, a series of relationships ended when the guys involved found they couldn't get past first base -- ever. One of those relationships ended in a date rape she had been too horrified to report to police. Horrified because she hated being forced, and enjoyed it at the same time.

Ruth began to cry silently while telling me about the date rape. Most of her tears rolled down her cheeks, but an occasional droplet fell onto her full breasts. I loved the way her teardrops followed the curve of her tits.

"I WANTED to make love with him!" she said of the rapist. "I really cared about him. I tried to go a little farther each time we had a date. He played with my breasts a lot. But whenever he tried to get inside my pants, I just froze. I panicked and made him stop.

"At first he was understanding, but I could never explain why I couldn't go any further," Ruth said quietly. "He stopped calling and I got desperate. I called and told him I wanted to go all the way. He came over and we started making out on the couch. He opened my blouse and my bra, and that was okay. It was wonderful when he played with my nipples. He took off my pants, and that was fine. But when he tried to take off my panties, I panicked again and stopped him.

"He just looked at me for a minute, then grabbed me by the hair and dragged me to the bedroom. I tried to fight but he was too strong. He threw me on the bed, ripped off my panties, and forced himself inside me. I was so wet, it didn't even hurt. He came in a couple of minutes."

"What then?" I prompted.

"I was furious and I was humiliated," Ruth said. "I thought about calling the police. But I kept remembering how good it felt when he first pushed inside me, and the next time, and every time. After a couple of weeks had passed, it made no sense to call the police.

"I waited and waited for him to call again," she said, "but he never did." 

Ruth's mysterious transfer from New York City to Portland resulted when her boss there became sexually obsessed with her. When he degenerated to the point of groping her in meetings, she sued and won a considerable cash settlement along with a promotion and transfer to the West Coast. Her obsessed former boss had been "exiled" to a sales district in Florida where he spent most of his days golfing with clients.

"Have you ever sucked your own nipples?" I asked, noticing that she clearly could.

"No."

"Why not?"

"I couldn't. That would be too nasty," Ruth said, blushing deeply. 

"Have you ever sucked a man's penis?"

"No. Except ... "

"Except what?"

"The man who raped me made me suck his penis when he was finished."

"Did you enjoy that?"

"Yes ... no. I mean no."

"Do you ever masturbate?"

"Yes, sometimes."

"How often?"

"Once or twice a week. Whenever I can't stand it."

"Can't stand what?"

"Can't stand not touching my pussy."

"Do you come when you're masturbating?"

A pause, "No. Once." 

"Can't you make yourself come more often?"

"I can't. It's too ..."

"You just stop when you get close to coming?"

"Yes."

"What do you do then?"

"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 got ... turned on. 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. "Play with 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 pushing in 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 thick 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.

(End of Chapter 2 of 15)



My Weekend in Portland Ch. 03



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.

"AAAAAAAAGGGGHHHH!"

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 slit. 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 of 15)



My Weekend in Portland Ch. 04



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 my favorite beer. 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 of 15)



My Weekend in Portland Ch. 05



Drooping and clumsy with fatigue, it took Ruth a long time to get out of the shower, dry off and get her hair fixed for bed. She was so spent, I think she would have fallen asleep in the tub if I had allowed it. Instead I kept her moving until she was between the flannel sheets of her queen-sized bed -- out like a light.

I was tired too, but I got dressed and drove my rental car to the hotel where I packed and checked out, returning to Ruth's townhouse with my luggage. I was in bed next to Ruth five minutes after dropping my bags in the entryway. Putting my arms around her, I nestled close and fell asleep in 10 seconds, my face tickled by her damp, sweet-smelling hair.

I slept like a dead man for several hours, then gradually became more and more aware of Ruth's warm, nude form beside me in bed. A heavy rain was pounding on the roof overhead, and occasional gusts of wind flung raindrops like buckshot against the darkened bedroom window. The perfumed warmth of Ruth's bed felt incredibly sensual and secure in contrast with the storm howling outside. Feeling restored by a few hours of rest, I sleepily began to explore Ruth's motionless body with my hands.

I don't know if Ruth was dreaming, or responding to my touch, when she sighed contentedly in her sleep and turned toward me. I kissed her face lightly and I could see her smile in the dim light filtering into the room from the hallway. 

Ducking under the covers, I lifted Ruth's right arm and put my face against her breasts. My lips moved across the smooth, firm curves of her mounds, seeking until I found a nipple. It was just a small bump in the center of her soft areolae when I first took it between my lips.

Gently I sucked and licked, sucked and licked, as her nipple slowly got longer and thicker in my mouth. I wondered how long I could play, before Ruth woke up. She sighed again and arched her back slightly. Then her breathing changed and I knew she was beginning to waken. Her nipple was fully erect in my mouth, now, and she arched her back even more, pressing her breast forward to be devoured. She gave a low moan.

A minute later Ruth surprised me by taking my head in both hands and gently pulling me up to face her, her stiff, wet nipple falling from my lips.

"It's not fair," she whispered. "I've had three great climaxes since dinner ... four if you count that horrible thing you did to me in the shower ... and you've only had one. Tell me something I can do for you, my master."

"You SHOULD have more orgasms than me," I whispered back, "girls are designed that way. Guys are lucky to have two orgasms a day. But girls can have two or three orgasms an hour, then two or three more the next hour."

"We can?" she said, surprised. "I've heard girls talk about multiple orgasms, but I didn't think it was possible."

"Oh it's possible," I reassured her. "Most women can have multiple orgasms with a little practice."

"You have to practice?" she giggled, with a pretty smile I sensed more than saw. 

"Of course! It's pretty easy, but your body has to learn to have an orgasm. And once you learn, it gets easier and easier."

"Well I seem to have an easy time cumming with you," Ruth sighed, snuggling close. 

"That's because you're my slave. You'd be punished if you didn't cum for me," I joked. "Seriously, though, you climax pretty easily for somebody with so little experience."

"That's because you make me feel sooooo nasty and sexy," she purred, adding, "that was a very bad thing you did to me in the shower." 

"You mean finger-fucking your sweet asshole?" I could sense her blushing in the dark. 

"YES! I can't believe I let you do that to me!"

"You didn't LET me do that. You're my slave, remember?"

"Oh yes, I remember, and I remember I should be doing something to make you feel as wonderful as I feel," she said firmly. 

"Have you ever given a blow job," I asked.

"Nooo. Not really. There was the time after I was raped ... but he just grabbed me by the hair, pushed his penis in my mouth and told me to suck it. I must not have been any good because he pulled it out after a minute or so."

"How did you feel about that?" I asked.

"I thought I would be disgusted ... I thought the taste would be disgusting," Ruth said, "but it was kind of sticky ... nasty and sexy. I could taste his ... stuff ... and my pussy, too. I didn't know if I should be doing something with my tongue or what to do."

"Well, oral sex is pretty simple, but it's still something you have to learn," I said. "If it's done right, it's guaranteed to send your lover into orbit."

"Couldn't you teach me?" she begged. "I want to learn."

"Hmmm. I think I can show you the basics." I sat up and guided Ruth until we were sitting on the bed, facing each other. Our legs were extended, clasped loosely around each other. I found Ruth's right hand and lifted it to my mouth.

"Oral sex for beginners, rule number one," I said. "No teeth. Biting is an advanced technique and depends a lot on your partner's tastes. You can learn that later."

I took the end of Ruth's middle finger in my mouth and slowly sucked it in. With her whole finger in my mouth, I sucked gently and licked the underside with the tip of my tongue. Then I slid my mouth slowly up her finger to the tip, then slowly back down. Opening my eyes, I saw her staring intently at her finger, sliding wetly between my lips. 

I increased speed, sliding her finger quickly in and out of my mouth, sliding back and forth the length of my tongue, sucking very lightly. Every third or fourth stroke, I stopped briefly to lick the end of her finger in a circular motion. Unnoticed, I slipped my free hand down between us and followed the smooth, curving bottom of her thigh down to the warm, thick fur of her pussy. I pushed a finger into her tangled hair, probing until I found the slit between her feathery-soft inner lips.

Wetness greeted my finger when I pushed inside her, and I pulled out to spread the moisture up the shallow groove of her pussy toward her clit. I settled into a steady rhythm, sliding my wet finger up and down her furrow, rubbing her pink bud lightly with each passage. Ruth gasped and looked down between us. She gave a low moan as she watched my fingers disappear into her thick bush, then reappear slowly in the dim light. Her free hand reached down and grasped my arm, but she didn't try to stop my hand from moving back and forth, back and forth.

Soon her mouth was open, gasping and she squirmed slightly where she sat between my legs. I still held her middle finger in my mouth, sucking.

"NO!" she whispered urgently. "It's not my TURN!"

I pulled my mouth off her finger. "I say it IS your turn!" and she whimpered, her eyes drawn down again to watch my hand working between her thighs. She took a deep, shuddering breath. I increased the pressure of my finger, sliding up and down ... up and down, careful to give her clitoris only the slightest touch each time. Now she was moaning again, very low, and she leaned slowly forward until her forehead was resting on my shoulder, one hand on each of my knees.

A few minutes later I could tell her crest was coming as her breathing got deeper and harsher and her hands gripped my legs. Then the wave struck and she was grunting, a deep powerful, "UNH!, UNH!, UNH!, UNH!, UNH!, UNH!, UNH!, UNH!, UNH!, UNH!, UNNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGHHHH!!!!" And her hips were thrusting wildly and she turned her head and bit me on the neck, HARD! I straightened and grabbed a handful of hair, pulling her mouth away from me. I looked down into her face, twisted with shameless pleasure and kissed her, forcing my tongue into her mouth where it battled with her eager, searching tongue as her orgasm continued.

"AAAAAAAHHHH!" she cried, beyond words. "OOOOOOHHHHFUUUUUUUUUUCCCKK!"

Moments later she broke the kiss to gasp desperately for air and brought her arms up, hugging me tightly around the neck. Her moans of pleasure began to subside then and she laid her head on my shoulder, her harsh breathing loud in my ear. My hand was cupping her sex, pressing, making only the tiniest of motions. After awhile, I fell back slowly, pulling Ruth on top of me, and pulled my hand away from her warm, wet pussy. She looked down into my eyes. "Please fuck me, PLEASE! I need you inside me right NOW!"

I rolled on top of her and, lifting my upper body, reached between us for my dick, throbbing and thick. She spread her legs wide and instinctively tilted her hips up. I wetted the fat head of my dick by rubbing it up and down her dripping slit, then fitted it into her opening. "NOW!" she insisted, and I drove my entire weight down, spearing her to the hilt in one motion. "UNNHHH!" she grunted at the impact. "Oh GOD! Oh GOD! Yes, YES!" The slick warmth of her pussy encased my dick.

Slowly I withdrew until just the head of my dick was inside her, then I dropped my weight again, impaling her, then slowly withdrew and did it again. Ruth held her breath each time I made my slow withdrawal, then grunted as my dick split open her sensitive inner walls and the base of my dick pressed down on her straining clit. She began rocking her hips up to meet my assault, her hands locked on my upper arms.

Left and then right, I pulled Ruth's legs up until her calves rested on my shoulders, tilting her hips up, and doubled the speed of my thrusts. 

Soon she was uttering a high, "OH!" each time my hips thumped home against her crotch. "OH! OH! OH! OH! OH!" she cried, staring up at me wide-eyed. "Oh, I'm going to cuuuuummmmmm! Another minute passed as the tension built in her body, then, OH! OH! OH! UuuuunnnnnnhhhhhHHHHHHHH!" And she was arching up towards me, her hips thrusting, eyes closed, head thrown back. I could see Ruth's full breasts jerk slightly each time I drove into her. Her pussy seemed to squeeze my dick and the extra friction coupled with the excitement of watching her come brought me to the brink. My thrusts became even faster as I soared over the edge and began to burst inside her.

Ruth felt the change and heard me cry out, "AAAHHHHHHHHHHH!" Her eyes opened and she began rolling her hips up to meet mine. "Come on baby! Come in me baby!" in a strained whisper. "That's right sweetie. Fill me up!"

I had no choice. My come felt like molten lava flooding from my balls and shooting out in burning jets. I might as well have tried to stop an erupting volcano. Then I collapsed forward onto Ruth with a final cry, my hips still thrusting weakly. She wrapped arms and legs around me, soothing and caressing with her hands, whispering in my ear. I could feel her pussy lightly squeezing my spent penis.

We laid that way for a long time, resting, and I finally rolled over so we were side by side, arms and legs still tangled, and we fell asleep.

(End of Chapter 5 of 15)



My Weekend in Portland Ch. 06



It was still raining steadily when I woke up alone, and a watery, gray light was filtering in through Ruth's bedroom curtains. I heard the shower running.

"Jeez!" I thought, "I'm going to ORDER her to quit bathing without asking. Every time she starts smelling sweaty and sexy, she takes a shower!"

At least her bed retained the powerful, musky smell of sex. I burrowed in and dozed for awhile, until Ruth turned back the covers on one side and slipped in next to me, delightfully nude. But she smelled like scented soap. I stretched out and wrapped her up with my arms and legs.

"Hmmm," she murmured contentedly. "I think I've died and gone to heaven."

"Why did you take another shower?" I muttered grumpily.

"I thought you might like me clean," she said quietly.

"I DO like you clean," I insisted. "But I also like you sweaty and wet and smelling wonderful. Next time you want to take a shower, ask me first." 

I flung off the covers on my side and walked into the bathroom for a pee and a drink of water. I quickly brushed my teeth. When I returned, Ruth was lying in the same spot, a worried look on her face. 

"You're not mad at me are you?" she asked. 

I looked at her, considering. 

"Maybe you could use a little discipline," I mused, "a little reminder that you DO need to take orders." She was silent, eyes downcast.

I found a pair of scissors and a drawer full of panty hose, and in a few minutes Ruth was tied to the bed, spread-eagled on her back. I was careful not to cut off her circulation, but my knots were still good enough to hold her nearly motionless. My old Boy Scout skills came in handy. I stood surveying my handiwork, but the expression on my face must have been ambiguous.

"What are you going to do?" Ruth asked worriedly. 

"I'm not sure ... but something will come to me," I said.

My eyes fell on a brandy snifter on her dresser. It held odds and ends including a small, white feather that might have come from an old-fashioned boa. I sat on the bed next to Ruth's motionless form and she watched me closely as I leaned over and kissed her deeply. She sucked my tongue while it searched her warm, hungry mouth. After awhile I sat up and slowly dragged the feather over her skin from her wrist down the exposed underside of her arm to her armpit, under her breast and down to her waist. She shivered and shrunk away when I hit the "tickle" zone over her ribs.

I concentrated for awhile on her left breast, drawing the feather slowly along the rounded underside then up between her mounds and over the top. I was pleased to see the nipple slowly stiffen, while her areola began to contract. Ruth closed her eyes and turned her head away, breathing deeply. I drew the feather slowly, right over the nipple, and Ruth stretched, arching her back to thrust upward. I drew the feather back over her nipple the other direction and she sighed.

For five minutes or more I worked on Ruth's breast with the feather, until her nipple and areola were engorged and dark and she was panting with desire. "Ohhh, suck me baby," she pleaded, "Suck me please!" I ignored her entreaty.

Then I stood up and moved to the other side of the bed where I began teasing her right arm, side and breast. This time I took even longer, concentrating on her reaction to each touch, making sure her level of arousal swelled up and up. I glanced at Ruth and found her face and neck flushed a delicate pink, her eyes screwed tightly shut and her mouth gasping for air. Her arms strained against their bonds, fists clenched.

"Please. No more. PLEASE!" she moaned. I didn't answer.

Briefly I stroked her neck with the feather, then I trailed it lightly down between her breasts, down the groove in the center of her stomach, into her belly button. After teasing her belly button for awhile, I replaced the feather with my tongue, with teasing soft touches. Ruth thrust her hips up eagerly when the feather passed lightly through her pubic bush. Then I was dragging it slowly down the inside of one thigh, then up the inside of the other. She twisted her hips and legs, whimpering, trying vainly to escape. 

Still I slid the feather slowly up and down her inner thighs, almost touching the puffy outer lips of her pussy where her thighs met her sex. She was still trying, straining to escape my light, feathery torture. I forced myself to continue, minute after minute.

Finally, then, I tossed the feather away and knelt between her outspread legs looking down at her bound and straining form. My dick stood out straight, painfully hard, bobbing slightly. She stared up at me, panting, a light sheen of sweat covering her face.

"Now!" she whispered eagerly, lifting her head. "NOW!" 

I leaned over and rested my weight on my elbows, my face only inches from her crotch. I pursed my lips and blew on her pussy, fanning the thick hair, enjoying the smell of warm skin and sex. I turned and stroked the creamy skin of her thigh with the wet tip of my tongue. Ruth gasped.

I turned my head the other way and trailed my tongue tip up her leg, starting just above the knee and stopping an inch short of her crotch. My nose brushed her coarse pubic hair and I heard Ruth give a brief moan. Using short strokes, I licked my way up the top of her thigh to the little crease where it joined her hip. My tongue followed the crease down until I reached her hair. Then I turned my head and did the same on the other side of her sex.

Ruth's pussy looked delicious, through her thick hair I could see her darker outer lips swollen open to reveal the delicate, glistening pink of her inner labia. I slid my hands under her buttocks, lifting and positioning her hips to begin feasting. First I ducked my head and delved through her pussy hair to lick the tiny patch of skin between Ruth's pussy and her tiny, puckered asshole. She tensed. I drew the tip of my tongue slowly up one side of her pussy, tracing the thick outer lip, then I returned to the bottom and traced up the other lip. Her hips jerked upward and she moaned.

"Please, please, PLEASE!" she insisted.

For a long time I teased the sensitive skin of her crotch with my tongue, roaming from her asshole to the dense hair at the top of her slit, occasionally turning my head to nip lightly at her smooth inner thighs. I made long strokes up and down, coming as near as I could to her slit without pushing inside. Ruth responded first by helpless gasps, then long frustrated moans as she thrust her hips again and again, seeking contact and relief. Suddenly I stopped and raised my head.

"What do you want?" I said.

Momentarily confused, she didn't answer, and I repeated my question.

"What do you want?"

"I want you," she said softly.

"Tell me exactly what you want me to do," I said.

"I can't say it!" she complained weakly.

"Say it or I'll stop right now," I threatened.

"I want you to lick me," Ruth said, voice low and quavery.

"Where do you want me to lick you?"

"I want you to lick my pussy," she said, gaining strength.

"What else?"

"I want you to lick my pussy and put your tongue inside me, and ... and suck on my clit!" she said.

"Say it again!"

"I WANT YOU TO LICK MY PUSSY AND TONGUE ME AND SUCK MY CLIT!" she demanded.

I answered by driving my tongue, finally, between her outer lips, pressing apart her thin, soft inner lips and plunging deep into her slick, wet opening. The delightfully tart taste of her pussy juice was on my tongue. I pulled out and drove my tongue inside her again, and again, and again. She cried out with each penetration, and I could feel her body straining against her bonds.

Pausing a moment, I licked around her opening, then penetrated her again, pushing my tongue as far inside her as it would go, again and again. My face was wet with her juices from eyebrows to chin. Finally I stopped tongue-fucking Ruth's pussy and began licking my way in short strokes up the channel from her opening towards her hooded clitoris. Reaching the top of her pussy, I licked a wide circle around her clit, careful not to touch it. Then I licked around it again, a slightly smaller circle, and again, the edge of my tongue touching her bump. She gave a low, short moan, her hips jerking.

Wrapping my arms around the tops of her thighs, I locked my mouth at the top of her slit and continued circling her clitoris with the tip of my tongue. Then I switched and began flicking my tongue tip back and forth across her little bump, touching it so lightly that I sometimes missed altogether. Now Ruth's whole moaning body began to stiffen, her back and legs arching to hold her hips suspended off the bed, offering her sex to my mouth. I could feel the muscles in her lower abdomen tighten until they were hard and flat. At the same time, I increased the flicking of my tongue across her clit and slowly pushed my first finger into her pussy and my slick, wet middle finger up her asshole.

For a breathless moment there was no reaction, then Ruth's body began to convulse and she screamed a hoarse, wordless scream that filled the room, stopped, then filled the room again. "AAAAHHHHHH! AAAAHHHHHH! AAAAHHHHHH! AAAAHHHHHH! AAAAHHHHHH! AAAAHHHHHH! AAAAHHHHHH! AAAAHHHHHH!" I had to struggle to keep my mouth on her pussy, my tongue flicking her pearl, as she repeatedly threw her lower body completely up off the bed. Her wildly bucking hips effortlessly lifted the weight of my upper body. 

"OH GOD! OH GOD! OHMYGOD! she shouted hoarsely. "FUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCKKKK!!!"

It seemed her climax would never end, but Ruth's shouts and screams eventually turned into moans, then sighs, then silence. Her body went limp and her convulsions subsided into tiny, uncoordinated hip thrusts before she became altogether motionless. I kept my mouth on her pussy, but now avoided her too-sensitive clitoris and contented myself with short licks in her slit and opening, tasting her flowing juices. 

I lifted my head, finally, from her damp crotch and moved up to straddle her waist. Ruth's face was relaxed, her mouth slack, tear tracks running down from the corners of her eyes. Taking the scissors from the nightstand I carefully cut the bonds on her wrists and ankles. She remained spread-eagled, limp. Lying down, I pulled her onto her side, into my arms, her face pressed against my throat and my left thigh pressed up between her legs into her soaking crotch. I pulled the covers over us and held her like that, motionless. After 15 or 20 minutes she began to whisper, so faintly I could barely hear.

"I feel like I've been hit by a tidal wave and survived, somehow. But all my strength is gone. I've washed up on the beach and I can't move."

She was silent again for awhile.

"Do other women feel like this?"

Before I could think of an answer, I heard the doorbell ring downstairs.

(End of Chapter 6 of 15)



My Weekend in Portland Ch. 07



The doorbell rang again before I got over my surprise.

"I wonder who that could be?" Ruth said, raising her head to glance at the bedside clock. The red numerals said 07:34.

"I'll go find out," I said, giving her a quick kiss and disentangling our arms and legs. I went to the window facing the street and looked out through a crack between the curtains. I almost laughed out loud at what I saw. Grabbing a towel from the bathroom, I wrapped it around my waist and headed for the doorway.

"Don't get up," I urged, "I'll find out who it is."

I padded down the hall to the stairs, then downstairs and across the entryway to the front door. Stopping to secure my towel, I swung open the front door, admitting a gust of damp, cold air.

"Good morning officers, is there a problem?" I said, fighting to keep a straight face. Two police officers in bright orange rain gear stood on Ruth's front steps.

"We had a report of screams coming from this residence," said the first officer, a woman. "If you're the property owner, we'd like permission to come in and check it out."

"I'm a guest, not the property owner, but come on in," I said, "I think there WERE some screams a little while ago."

The female officer must have detected the amusement in my voice; she gave me a sharp look. 

"Do you have some identification?" she asked.

"Nothing on me," I said, smiling and indicating my towel, but I've got ID upstairs in my billfold.

"Who else is here," the lady cop asked, not amused.

"The property owner is upstairs," I said, gesturing at them to enter. They wiped their feet automatically on the mat and walked past as I closed the door. I had a second to look them over.

The lady police officer was about 30 and tall, at least 5'10". She could almost look me straight in the eyes, and I'm six feet. She had broad shoulders, and the partially open front of her rain jacket showed a substantial chest, probably contained by a sports bra. She was a handsome, vital woman, with strong, attractive features that showed Scandinavian ancestry, perhaps. Her pale skin looked delightfully smooth and a wave of honey-blonde hair was visible under her hat. In back it was gathered in a French braid. Her hands looked strong, with tapering fingers and short nails covered with clear polish. 

The other officer was a wiry, middle-sized guy who looked about 40. They both looked tired. Her name tag said "Urbanski," and his said, "O'Neill." Maybe she was Polish?

"Anybody here besides you and the property owner?" officer Urbanski asked.

"No, just us," I said. 

"Could we see the property owner?" she prompted, after a moment.

"Of course, come upstairs." 

I led the way, and halfway up the stairs Ruth called out from the bedroom. 

"Who is it Mr. K-----? Is something wrong?"

"Don't worry," I said, walking into the bedroom. "Officer Urbanski and Officer O'Neill are just here to make sure you're all right."

Ruth was sitting in the middle of the bed with the covers tucked around her waist. Her eyes got wide and her mouth fell open when she saw the officers enter the bedroom behind me. She automatically crossed her arms over her bare breasts, and a flush began spreading down her face and neck.

Half-turning, I saw Officer Urbanski taking in the scene, a flush rising on her face as well. Behind her Officer O'Neill was grinning broadly and trying not to laugh.

"We had a report of someone screaming in this neighborhood," said Officer Urbanski, forging ahead with determination. "We're just checking the welfare of anyone here."

Ruth was speechless, staring at the two police officers.

"MISS!" growled Officer Urbanski impatiently, "Are you all right? You haven't been injured or hurt in any way?"

"No," Ruth said, finally regaining her voice. "I'm fine."

"Do you mind if we check the other rooms -- just to be sure?" the big woman asked, staring at the pantyhose "ropes" still dangling from the bedposts. The smell of sex lingered in the warm air. 

"No. That's fine. Go ahead," Ruth said stiffly.

A grinning Officer O'Neill left to check the rest of the townhouse and -- I suspected -- laugh his ass off in private. That left Officer Urbanski standing uncomfortably in the bedroom with a half-naked man and woman, trying not to look too long at either of us.

"I'd like to see your ID now," she said to me, and I retrieved my driver's license from my billfold. Blushing furiously, she jotted my information into a small notebook, then I got Ruth's ID from her purse and Officer Urbanski wrote that down as well. When she finished writing, she returned our ID, sighed resignedly and asked, "Was there screaming coming from this room?"

I said nothing and after a long pause Ruth answered, "Yes ... it was me," closing her eyes and blushing an even deeper shade of red. I stifled another laugh, drawing a fierce glare from Officer Urbanski. I was saved when Officer O'Neill poked his head through the door, "All clear," he said cheerily, and I followed them back to the front door.

Officer O'Neill was halfway down the front walk, his shoulders shaking with laughter, when his partner turned and gave me a final frosty look before stalking out the door. I closed it carefully behind them and dissolved in laughter. I ran back up the stairs into the bedroom, whooping.

"Did you see that!" I crowed. "That woman wanted to beat the crap out of me!"

"*I* want to beat the crap out of you!" Ruth shouted furiously, hurling a pillow at me. "Why would you do such a thing! I was practically naked!"

"But they didn't REALLY see you naked, Ruth," I pleaded, knowing I was in trouble. "Come on! And one of them was a woman!"

"That is SO insensitive," she wailed, beginning to cry. "I suppose it would be fine if they were both women? Maybe you should call a couple of women to come and stare at me naked in bed! They HAD to know we just had sex!"

"Of course they knew," I soothed her, "but we're never going to see them again. Can't you see even a little bit of humor? I was half-naked, too!"

"Big DEAL!" she spluttered, "it's not like YOU ever have to worry about going to a topless beach!"

It took me most of an hour, but I finally got Ruth to smile reluctantly about our visit from the police. I guess I could have ordered her to drop the subject, but a happy "slave" is better than a surly "slave" any day. She only began to brighten up when I suggested going to the Original Pancake House for breakfast. We were both starving. We threw on our clothes and headed out, returning a couple of hours later, full of delightful fare from the best breakfast joint on the West Coast.

We spent the next few hours cuddling under a comforter on Ruth's couch, watching movies. What started as a simple opportunity for great sex had developed into an encounter with elements of tenderness and genuine affection. In the security of her own home, Ruth was much more relaxed, personable and humorous than I'd ever seen her in the office. I'd always thought she was sort of stiff and uncomfortable as a supervisor. As a lover, she was willing and responsive, with the right encouragement.

By mid-afternoon, I was beginning to feel horny again. We were lying full-length on Ruth's couch, my head on a pillow and my arms around her. She was braless under a thick sweatshirt. I held her left breast, enjoying its warmth and weight in my hand. We were still watching the movie, but my attention was beginning to focus on her. 

I bent my head to put a kiss behind Ruth's ear and began sliding my thumb back and forth across the curve of her breast, where her nipple ought to be. She answered by giving a "Hmmm" of pleasure and wiggling her butt back against me. I was pleased because at that moment I was thinking how great it would feel to slide my dick into her warm, tight asshole. I was soon able to feel Ruth's hardening nipple through her sweatshirt, and her breathing was beginning to deepen. 

"Let's go upstairs and fuck," I whispered in her ear. 

"You are SO crude!" she said, but she was smiling when she spoke and she quickly rolled off the couch. I caught her hand.

"This time I WANT you to take a shower," I said, holding her eyes. "Right after you use another one of those enemas." She looked away, blushing, then hurried upstairs.

"I'll be up in a minute," I called after her, clicking off the TV. "I have to collect a few things."

(End of Chapter 7 of 15)



My Weekend in Portland Ch. 08



I found a measuring cup in a cupboard and half-filled it with olive oil. I smiled at the "Extra Virgin" wording on the label. I heated it in the microwave for awhile, then stirred it with a finger to make sure it hadn't gotten too hot. I was headed for the stairs when I remembered seeing a Polaroid camera somewhere during my search of Ruth's townhouse. It took me a few minutes, but I found the camera and a couple packages of film and went upstairs whistling.

Ruth looked curiously at the items I brought from downstairs, but didn't say anything. She was on the bed, nude, towelling her hair. I stood looking at her for a few seconds, admiring the way her breasts swayed as she worked on her hair. 

"You know, you're beautiful," I said. 

She looked at me under one arm and smiled. 

"And I'm going to see something beautiful in a little bit," she said, looking suggestively at the crotch of my sweatpants.

"Aha! Are we eager to find out what happens in the next episode?" I laughed. 

"Yes," she nodded. "Get over here and make me feel wonderful again."

"Hey! Who's supposed to give the orders around here?"

"You are, my master, please command me," she smiled.

I shed my sweats and jumped under the covers where Ruth and I were soon kissing, deeply and slowly, savoring the taste of each other. Her skin was soft and damp against mine. Finally we broke the kiss and laid there holding each other, enjoying the feel of naked skin against naked skin.

"I'm glad you're in the mood to be commanded," I whispered. "Because in a few minutes I'm going to put my dick up your ass."

Ruth stiffened and pulled slowly away to look at my face.

"You're not serious!" she exclaimed. "That's disgusting! And you're too big! You'd tear me in half if you put your thing in my ass!"

"It might hurt if you weren't prepared," I said soothingly, "but I'm going to make sure you're ready."

"How can you do that?" she demanded.

"By putting something small in your ass, then something bigger, then something bigger still," I said, kissing her briefly. "And, I brought some oil to make sure everything goes smoothly."

Ruth looked doubtful.

"You enjoyed it when I stuck my finger in your ass before, didn't you?"

"Yeees," she admitted reluctantly. "That felt ... ," but her eyes dropped from mine and her voice trailed away.

"We can stop any time you say," I promised.

Ruth didn't answer, but after awhile she looked up and nodded slightly, and I put my plan in motion before she had time to change her mind.

I started by kneeling over Ruth and forcing powerful kisses on her, one after the other, until she was breathless and flushed. Her hands reached between us to stroke my stiff dick. I switched my attention to her nipples, eagerly sucking them until she moaned each time I tongued her stiff nubs. Still moving quickly, I lifted her knees and swooped down on her pussy with my mouth open. She was already damp and swollen, but a few minutes later she was literally dripping and when I pulled away, her hands tried fruitlessly to hold my head against her widespread crotch.

"Noooo, don't STOP!" she pleaded.

Roughly I grabbed her hips and rolled her onto her stomach, forced her legs apart with my knees and bent over her broad, beautiful ass. I pressed her firm buttocks apart and her dark, puckered asshole came into view. She smelled faintly of soap. I pushed my face into Ruth's split and eagerly licked her asshole. She jerked and I heard her gasp. I licked her again, and again, then stiffened my tongue and tried to push it into her ass. It barely penetrated, but I kept pressing and her asshole relaxed momentarily, allowing me to penetrate an inch, but no further. I could hear Ruth gulping desperately for air.

No matter how hard I pressed, my tongue never penetrated Ruth's asshole beyond the first inch. She was too tight. But I continued to tongue-fuck her tight ring, thrusting again and again. Reaching underneath I began lightly rubbing her pussy with my palm, slowly thrusting my thumb into her pussy. She gave a muffled moan.

Raising my head, I removed my tongue from Ruth's ass and replaced it with my longest finger, gently pushing until it was completely buried in her warm flesh. Her ass muscles gripped my finger fiercely, then relaxed and gripped again. I slowly withdrew my finger, then just as slowly pressed it back up her channel. 

Stopping for a moment, I reached to the bedside table and dipped my first two fingers in the warm olive oil. I dripped the oil onto Ruth's ass and rubbed it up and down her ass-crack. Then my finger penetrated her again, sliding smoothly on a coating of oil. I slid my finger in and out, in and out, and continued lightly rubbing her pussy with my other hand. After finger-fucking her ass for awhile I withdrew and laid my first finger alongside my middle finger. Then I slowly pushed both into Ruth's asshole. She groaned deeply, and lifted her ass to meet the penetration. 

I finger-fucked Ruth's ass with two fingers for a long time, stopping once for more oil. Then I added a third finger and, with difficulty, pressed all three into her ass. Wiggling around, she managed to spread her legs wider, making penetration slightly easier. It took considerable force to push three fingers in her to the second knuckle. I made my thrusts faster and harder, drawing more gasps. 

"Oh god," she cried, lifting her head. "That feels ... "

Apparently she couldn't describe the feeling, and her head dropped back to the bed. I continued rubbing Ruth's pussy with my free hand, beginning to get slippery with her juices and dripping oil.

Abruptly I pulled out my fingers and stopped rubbing her crotch. "Hey!" Ruth protested briefly, looking over her shoulder. A puzzled look appeared on her face when I grabbed the camera from the bedside table. Framing the shot quickly, I took a photo of Ruth's ass, her legs spread wide. The flash lit up the room and the little square photo whirred from a slot in the front of the camera. It was still dark, the picture developing slowly. I plucked it out and tossed it onto the sheet next to Ruth's hand. She picked it up curiously, waiting for the picture to emerge. I took another photo, shifting position so my engorged prick laid in the crack of her ass. Again I tossed the photo where Ruth could reach it.

She focused on the image appearing in the first photo, her ass glistening with oil, her asshole still slightly open from my fingers. She gave a low groan as the photo became clear. Then her attention was drawn to the second photo developing next to her hand, the one of my dick filling the cleft between her buttocks. She picked it up and stared. "Oooooh!" Another, deeper groan, escaped her throat. I pressed the bulbous head of my dick lightly against her asshole and took another picture. It joined the others in Ruth's hand. She made a funny choking sound as it developed. My penis DID look huge, probing her asshole, but I had no plans to relent.

I pulled Ruth up onto on all fours, the three photos side by side on the bed just below her face. Putting the camera down for a minute, I coated my dick with warm oil. Then I pulled her ass cheeks apart and pressed the head of my dick against her small hole. My first thrust slipped away from her asshole and I repositioned the head of my slick penis. I put some weight behind my second thrust, and after a moment the head of my dick popped abruptly inside. Ruth was panting softly, holding herself rigidly on all fours and staring down at the photos. I picked up the camera and took another shot, which joined the others.

I leaned forward and watched my thick penis slowly press its way into Ruth's asshole. She groaned, long and deep, "Uuuuuuuunnnnnnnhhhhhhh," and then my hips were flat against her rounded butt, my dick hidden completely in her ass. She threw her head back. "Aaaaahhhh! Oh FUCK!" she cried, and I could feel her muscular ass squeeze my dick, then relax and squeeze again. I picked up the camera and took another photo.

We stayed like that for a minute, locked together, barely able to move, and then I felt her butt relax slightly. She was panting. I was able to slowly withdraw from Ruth's ass until I was halfway out. Then I pushed into her again, slowly. She braced herself. I could feel the tight ring of her anal opening sliding up my slippery shaft, the inner walls of her butt parting reluctantly to allow my swollen glans to pass. When I was completely inside her again, I rocked slightly from side to side and she gasped. 

"Don't," she whispered breathlessly. "Too much." So I stopped briefly, then began pulling out again. This time I pulled out until only the head of my dick remained in her ass. I rubbed more oil on my shaft and pushed forward again.

After a few more repetitions, my swollen dick was sliding smoothly in and out of her ass, though it was still incredibly tight. Once I pulled out too far and the pressure of her anal muscles popped my dick out. Ruth braced herself, then gasped when I forced my oily shaft back inside her. Soon I established a rhythm of deep, even strokes, stopping once to take a photo of my dick half-buried in her butt.

Ruth's responses were hard to read at first, but eventually her reactions began to indicate a powerful arousal. Her gasps turned to moans, interspersed with occasional muttered encouragement. "Yes! ... unh ... unh ... unh ... don't ... unh ... unh ... stop!" Finally she dropped her head and shoulders flat on the bed and reached one hand underneath to rub her pussy. 

I can usually fuck for quite a while before coming, but the sight of my glistening dick sliding between Ruth's sweet buttocks and the tight grip of her ass on my shaft soon had me speeding my strokes, approaching climax. My hips began a quick "slap ... slap ... slap" against her ass, accompanied by her rising moans as she urgently rubbed her crotch. Seconds later I felt my balls tighten and lost control, thrusting without coordination and groaning as cum spewed from my dickhole in one hot jet after another, filling her butt. Ruth was coming, too, her cries muffled against the sheet. Her ass was thrusting wildly back and forth and side to side, milking the cum from my dick. She came and came, giving one deep, hoarse moan after another.

"AAAHH! AAAHH! AAAHH! UUNHH! UUNHH!" she cried, answered by my own moans and gasps of passion.

Finally, my strength gone, legs rubbery, I fell slowly forward, flattening Ruth beneath me until my face rested in her sweet-smelling hair. Her ass held my dick like a vise, squeezing occasionally. Both of us were slick with sweat and panting like marathoners at the end of a race. I felt movement underneath. She was still slowly rubbing her pussy.

A long time later, my dick shrank enough to pop out of Ruth's ass and I levered myself with difficulty to a kneeling position. She looked wonderfully desirable, lying motionless on her front, face turned to one side, one arm still below her. I slid behind and wrapped myself around her, spooning, and pulled up the covers. We laid like that for a long time, her breathing deep and even. I thought she had fallen asleep, so I was surprised when she spoke.

"I could never have imagined how that would feel," Ruth said quietly. I made no reply.

"It DID hurt ... at first," she mused, as if talking to herself. "But it didn't hurt the way I thought it would." She paused again.

"It was a stinging sensation. The muscles stretching, maybe." She was quiet again for awhile, then she turned around in my arms, looking in my face.

"After awhile, it didn't hurt anymore. It started to feel good. Not the way it feels in my pussy. Different." She was silent again for a long time, her eyes drifted closed, face relaxed.

"Your thing feels pretty big in my pussy ... but in my ass it was more than big. It was huge! It felt like a baseball bat!" she paused. "There was such an incredible sensation of being stuffed full. My whole body felt it. That's when I really started to get turned on. I had to come. I wanted to come with your thing in my ass!

"I had SUCH a good cum," Ruth whispered. Then, after a long pause, "My butt is going to be sore for a week."

Then she was asleep, her breathing steady and her face soft and young-looking in the dim light filtering through the curtains. I wrapped my arms around her comfortably, and soon fell asleep myself. 

(End of Chapter 8 of 15)



My Weekend in Portland Ch. 09



When I woke an hour later, Ruth was still deeply asleep, so I eased out of bed and dressed quietly. Downstairs I let myself out and got in my rental car for a little shopping. Some time later I let myself back into the townhouse carrying a brown paper bag. Tiptoeing into her bedroom, I added the fifth volume of Ruth's journal to the bag.

I woke Ruth and we cuddled for awhile before going downstairs for a light dinner at her kitchen counter, just a few mouthfuls of omelette and a glass of wine apiece. I made sure Ruth's glass was a large one. Then I ordered her to put on her trench coat and tennis shoes (and nothing else) because we were going out. But I wouldn't tell her where. I grabbed my shopping bag on the way out the door.

I drove, and 20 minutes later we pulled up outside a middle-sized apartment complex on the southwest side. I carefully studied the buildings, then pulled into a parking space in front of one. 

"WHAT are you doing?" Ruth said uneasily. 

"It's a surprise," I replied cheerfully.

Turning off the car I leaned over, kissed her deeply and thrust my hand under her coat. There wasn't room between her thighs for me to reach her sex, and she wouldn't spread them to admit my questing hand. 

"Open your legs," I ordered irritably, breaking the kiss. I had a feeling her resistance stemmed from uncertainty, being out in the open away from the warmth and security of her home. But I intended to overwhelm her reluctance. 

Ruth's legs parted and I delved into her pussy with my middle finger while resuming my rough kisses. Her breath hissed through her nostrils and she moaned into my mouth as my finger pressed into her opening and discovered wetness. I pushed deeper and she moaned again. My finger could go no farther.

I pulled my finger out and spread slick juices up her slit towards her sensitive little bump. Then I pushed inside her again, rewarded by more wetness, and again pulled out to lubricate her clitoris. She broke our kiss for a few seconds, gasping for air, then furiously attacked my mouth with hers, driving her tongue inside. Lightly my finger rubbed up and down, stroking her channel and clit. She was moaning steadily now, building quickly towards an orgasm. I marveled at how responsive she was.

Then I stopped, pulled my hand out of her crotch and broke our kiss. 

"You're not STOPPING!" she cried with frustration, staring at me wide-eyed.

"Yes," I said, "It's time to continue our adventure."

"You are a BASTARD!" Ruth hissed angrily. The top of her coat had fallen open and I could see her right nipple in the faint light, swollen and dark with arousal. I got out of the car, stopping for a moment to rearrange my erect dick in my pants. Carrying my bag, I walked around and helped Ruth out of the car. She was angrily tugging her coat into place. 

I led her into the building and upstairs to the second floor. Checking apartment numbers, I stopped in front of #206 and knocked. 

"Don't speak or do anything unless I give you permission," I ordered Ruth. She gave me a brief glare that faded into an expression of worried curiosity.

The door opened a few moments later and I heard Ruth's gasp of surprise.

"Hi, Denise," I said. "Do you mind if we come in?"

Denise A----- was barefoot, wearing a pair of silky, gray harem pants and a tight-fitting sleeveless top of some soft, black material. It nicely displayed the shape of her small, round breasts. She knew Ruth, but she was struggling to remember why my face was familiar. She stepped back and I walked inside, pulling a stunned Ruth with me by the arm.

"We're sorry to just drop in," I said. "I hope we're not interrupting anything?"

"No, no, I'm staying home tonight," Denise said, still puzzled. "I know I know you, but can't remember where we met." 

I reintroduced myself and jogged her memory. We had worked on a couple of projects together.

"Yes, yes, I remember. How are you? How is San Francisco?" Denise said, glancing at Ruth. "How are you, Ruth?"

Ruth was silent, eyes downcast. Denise paused, then turned back to me and continued our conversation, her curiosity clearly growing. I said nothing to enlighten her, chatting aimlessly about mutual acquaintances and my new job in San Francisco as she closed the door.

Denise motioned us toward a wide, comfortable couch in front of her muted TV. I followed her, but Ruth took only one hesitant step before stopping indecisively, eyes on the floor.

"Would you like a glass of wine?" Denise asked me, and turning, "Ruth?"

Ruth remained silent and motionless.

"What's wrong with her?" Denise asked.

"She can't move or speak without my permission," I said.

"Excuuuuse me!" Denise said, half amused, half disbelieving.

"Ruth has agreed to be my slave," I said, deadpan. "She can't move or talk without my permission."

"What's going on here?" Denise demanded warily.

"Ruth was the one who got me downsized last year," I explained. "She convinced Tucker my job was redundant, and later she began to feel pretty bad about it. So when I showed up at the office yesterday, she invited me to dinner and offered to be my slave for 48 hours, to relieve her guilt."

Denise stared at me, wide-eyed.

"Last night she agreed to do anything I ordered for 48 hours. If it's not illegal or life-threatening," I added.

Denise was surprised, but I she also seemed intrigued and a little doubtful. She looked from me to Ruth. 

"Ruth, is this true?" she asked.

"You can answer, Ruth."

"Yes," Ruth said in a whisper, her face flushed a bright pink. "I am his slave."

Considering for a moment, Ruth asked, "But why did you come here?"

"That's a long story. Do you mind if we sit down?" 

Taking off my jacket, I dropped it on a chair and put the paper bag on top. I sat at one end of Denise's couch and she sat facing me at the other end. I motioned Ruth to stand in front of the couch. Denise looked at her curiously, then at me.

"Ruth, has normal needs and desires, but incredibly strong inhibitions," I began. "Becoming my slave allowed her to satisfy her desires."

"In ... other ... words," Denise said slowly, glancing back and forth at us with a smile, "you two have been fucking non-stop since last night?"

"That's right," I grinned, pleased at her humor and open mind. "Maybe this won't be a long story after all."

"That still doesn't tell me why you're here," Denise prompted, still smiling.

I looked at Ruth. If anything, her flush was deeper than before, her eyes closed, her head shaking slightly from side to side.

"We're here because Ruth is obsessed with you," I said. "Beyond that, I don't know. It's up to you."

"Obsessed? What do you mean obsessed," Denise said, staring at me, then at Ruth. I could see a flush rising in her face.

"This should explain everything," I said, leaning over to pull Ruth's journal out of the shopping bag.

(End of Chapter 9 of 15)



My Weekend in Portland Ch. 10



Ruth gasped an involuntary "No!" when she recogized the small volume I handed to Denise, and the smaller woman glanced up at her.

"Start at the bookmark," I suggested. I had marked the beginning of Ruth's writings about Denise with a slip of paper. Denise began reading, stopping at the end of the first page to stare at Ruth for a moment. Ruth stood there, deeply embarrassed, biting her lip and shifting her weight uncomfortably. Her face was flushed and tense. 

Denise read for 20 minutes. As she turned the revealing pages, her breathing began to deepen and a blush crept over her face and neck. Her free hand roamed restlessly from her face, to her neck, to her lap. Finally she finished and slowly closed the book. She darted a look at Ruth, standing uncomfortably, then looked at me for a moment. 

Denise got up from the couch and walked into the kitchen where she paused for a moment at the sink, then poured and drank a glass of water. Turning, she motioned me to join her.

"What does this mean?" Denise asked in a low voice.

"She wants you," I said in a low voice. "She desperately wants to do things for you that she could never suggest. She's very anxious to satisfy you."

"Is it a 'slave' thing, like you?" Denise said wonderingly.

"Not really. For some reason she had strong inhibitions against sex with me, but no strong inhibitions against making love with you. She had to give me complete control before she could let herself have sex with me. With you somehow, the barrier isn't her inhibitions, it's your consent."

"But I'm not GAY!" Denise protested.

"Neither is Ruth."

Denise stared up at me, baffled.

"This is crazy!"

"Do you want us to leave?"

Denise gestured "no" impatiently, then was silent for a long time, staring at Ruth standing motionless in the living room, her back to us in the kitchen. I waited patiently.

Then, surprisingly, "Why is she wearing that coat?"

"Because there's nothing underneath," I said, followed by a long pause, "... would you like to see?" 

There was an even longer pause. 

"Yes," she whispered.

Denise followed me back into the living room and we sat on the couch.

"Ruth, take off your coat," I commanded gently. For several long seconds I wondered if she would obey, or if she would just walk out. Then, staring ahead, she tugged her belt quickly open. In a few seconds, the coat dropped to the floor. Ruth stood erect, her full, rounded breasts swayed slightly as her arms fell back to her sides. She looked buxom and earthy standing there, with her broad shoulders and wide hips. Her nipples were dark and half-erect, the hair thick, dark and tangled in her V. Denise sat bolt upright at the opposite end of the couch, staring.

"She's beautiful, isn't she?" I said, but she made no response. "Would you like to touch her?"

Denise turned to me, wide-eyed, her mouth slightly open.

"She WANTS you to touch her, Denise."

I stood and, taking Denise's hand, helped her to her feet and led her to Ruth. She stood looking down at Ruth's breasts.

"Ruth," I said. "Would you like Denise to touch your breasts?"

"Yes," low and hoarse.

"Show her, Ruth."

Ruth took Denise's left hand and placed it on her right breast. She took her hand away and Denise's small, white hand stayed on her breast. I could see her fingers trembling. After a few moments, Denise hesitantly squeezed Ruth's tit, briefly rubbed her forefinger over the nipple, then put her hand under and lifted the large globe. "Heavy," Denise said, her voice faint and dreamy, but her eyes were closely focused on Ruth's chest. 

Denise's right hand then moved up and cupped Ruth's other breast, squeezing, stroking. She stepped closer, lifting Ruth's left breast, leaning down to examine the upturned nipple. Without warning, Denise bent and took Ruth's nipple in her mouth and began suckling. Ruth's eyes closed and her mouth fell open, letting out a deep sigh. But a few seconds later her eyes flew open again and she was staring wide-eyed down at Denise's glossy black hair.

"OH! OH!" Ruth said in a surprised whisper. "Sweetheart!"

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 stepped back, and her wet, engorged nipple popped out of Denise's mouth 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 directly 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, giving 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 before letting Ruth's hair escape between her fingers. 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 briefly to look at the smaller woman exploring 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, hesitated, then slowly pushed until it disappeared completely inside. She withdrew her 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 around it, 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! 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, their bare shoulders touching. Denise smiled shyly at me.

"Seems like you figured out what to do," I said, grinning.



(End of Chapter 10 of 15)



My Weekend in Portland Ch. 11



"That was fun," Denise said, grinning back, then she turned to Ruth. "You should have seen the expression on your face when you were cumming. That was so HOT!"

"I got incredibly turned on, knowing it was you playing with me down there," Ruth said, blushing prettily. "You're sweet!"

"Once I got started, it was ... not like I thought," Denise smiled. "I got jazzed up when you started to get hot -- and curious. I wanted to see you cum."

"Now I want to do something for you," Ruth replied, leaning over to nuzzle Denise's ear. 

"I'm willing," Denise smiled, and they both paused and looked at me.

"What am I, the quarterback of this team?" I laughed.

"Nooo," Ruth said, "but you're the one with the dirty mind." She turned to Denise, "You wouldn't believe some of the things he's done to me in the last 24 hours." Denise looked at me thoughtfully.

"I DO have some ideas you two might find ... interesting," I said.

"Mmmm," Ruth hummed with anticipation. "His interesting ideas usually end with me cumming until I'm limp." 

"Okay," Denise said, looking from Ruth to me. "What's next?"

I took their hands and helped them to their feet. Heading down the short hallway, I found Denise's bedroom, with a queen-sized bed, dresser, television and a couple of comfortable chairs.

"Denise, I think it's time you got undressed," I said, "and Ruth should do the honors." 

Ruth grinned as she turned toward Denise. 

Denise hesitated. "Can't we at least turn off the lights," she blushed, "I really don't have a very good body."

"Nope, lights on," I said. "Ruth has been naked with the lights on for the last hour. Besides, WE think you have a beautiful body."

"She's better than beautiful," Ruth said, staring longingly at the suddenly bashful Denise. "She's perfect! I'll bet she looks just as good naked as she does in all those wonderful clothes."

"Huh!" Denise said mournfully. "I have to wear clothes that keep people from noticing my stringy body."

"Oh, baby," Ruth soothed, pulling the smaller woman into her arms. "You are NOT stringy, you are BEAUTIFUL!" She put a finger under Denise's chin and tilted her face up, softly, "You are SO beautiful!" She leaned down and kissed Denise briefly on the lips, withdrew for a moment, then kissed her again ... lingering much longer. Surprisingly, Denise did not resist or react in any visible way. She passively allowed herself to be kissed.

A few moments later Ruth's restraint failed. She lost control, moaning and forcing her open mouth harshly against Denise's lips. I knew her tongue was driving into Denise's mouth -- exploring, tasting. Denise's eyes were closed and she continued to allow Ruth's assault without protest. Their strained breathing was the only sound in the room. Ruth's hands began working eagerly at Denise's clothes, pulling up her top to reveal her small, firm breasts, pushing down her harem pants to expose tiny, bright red panties.

Then Ruth broke the kiss and dropped to her knees, pulling Denise's panties and loose pants to her ankles in one motion. Denise's sparse, black bush was visible for an instant before Ruth grabbed her buttocks with both hands and pressed her face urgently into smaller woman's crotch. It was clear from Ruth's panting and the twisting of her head that she was trying desperately to get her mouth on Denise's pussy, but without much success.

I stepped forward, scooped up Denise and laid her on the bed. While I was helping take off her top, Ruth was pulling Denise's pants and panties over her feet. As soon as they fell to the floor, Ruth pushed Denise's slender, muscled legs apart and descended open-mouthed on her pussy. Denise's first sharp cry of pleasure came only seconds later. 

Watching Ruth make love to Denise made my heart pound, but that was nothing compared with Denise's reactions. The smaller woman was soon thrusting her hips steadily upward while she gripped the bedspread with both hands, gasping and grimacing with pleasure, her eyes squeezed shut. Ruth was equally enticing, her swelling breasts almost flat against the bed and her full buttocks raised and bobbing slightly as she changed positions. I took off my clothes, preparing to take Ruth from behind, but decided to watch for awhile.

It took surprisingly long. Ruth alternated several times between penetrating Denise's vagina with her tongue, and licking the top of her slit. Whatever inhibitions Denise felt were driven away by the hungry mouth on her sex, the eager tongue teasing her clit. Her sighs and gasps eventually changed to deep moans of pleasure. Minutes passed. Finally, Denise caught her breath, threw back her head and began to arch her whole body, lifting her hips off the bed.

"NooooooOOOOOOOOOOOO!" she cried, then taking a deep breath. "Ohmygod! ohmygod! ohmygod! OHMYGOD! FUCK YES! OH FUCK! OH FUUUUUUUUUUCCCCKKK!!!" 

Now her hips dropped back to the bed and Denise's hands were buried in Ruth's hair, pulling her lover's face tightly into her 'V,' her head thrust back and her arms straining. Ruth's tongue was still at work in Denise's cleft, her arms wrapped tightly around her thighs.

"GggggaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhHHHHHHHHH!" Denise forced between her gritted teeth. "Oh, GOD! EAT ME! EAT MY ... Oh GOD! FUCK! YES! YES! Yes! Yes! Yes! YEEEESSSSSSSS!"

After several minutes her cries faded to whispers and Denise lay limp on the bed with Ruth still lying between her splayed thighs, gently licking her lover's swollen pussy. Once or twice Ruth prompted a fresh moan by pressing her tongue deep into the girl's opening, though she avoided the rosy little clit. 

I laid down beside to them and stroked Denise's tousled hair. Ruth looked up, grinning, from Denise's crotch, her face wet from nose to chin. 

"You don't know how long I've dreamed about doing that," she said. 

"Since freshman year?" I teased. 

"Maybe," she mused. "I've had fantasies for a long time, but they were just fantasies. I never thought I would actually DO anything." 

I leaned over and kissed Ruth, tasting Denise's tart juices on her lips and tongue. I pushed my tongue into her mouth, collecting all I could, wrestling languidly with Ruth's tongue.

Then Ruth put her mouth to my ear and whispered eagerly, "Do me now. I'm sooo ready! I want Denise to see us fuck." 

"NOW who has the dirty mind?" I chuckled, making no objection.

Denise still laid motionless on the bed, eyes closed, legs wide, hands limply covering her breasts. Ruth quickly laid down next to her and beckoned to me. She threw wide her legs and leaned forward, taking my dick in her hand. She fitted the head of my dick between her legs as I leaned over. I slipped inside her with two quick thrusts.

"I keep forgetting how good that feels!" Ruth gasped, panting rhythmically as I began thrusting. "Unh-unh-unh-unh-unh." I pulled her legs up and put them over my shoulders, careful that my pubic bone was in position to rub the top of her slit. 

Denise opened her eyes languidly and turned to look at Ruth, lying inches away. Now it was Ruth who had her eyes closed, breathing quickly and deeply. Denise propped herself up on an elbow to watch more closely. After awhile she reached out to hold Ruth's breast, her thumb stroking slowly over the thick nipple. Ruth opened her eyes, turned to Denise and smiled. The smaller woman smiled back, then leaned over and took Ruth's nipple in her mouth. Ruth gave a low "Mmmm" of pleasure and arched her back, pressing her breast up against Denise's mouth.

"Suck me baby," she whispered. "That feels sooo good!" I saw Denise's eyes open to watch my glistening, wet dick sliding in and out of Ruth's pussy a few inches away. Ruth's arousal was building quickly and her breathing was becoming ragged. A deep flush spread down from her face to her neck and chest, and I began to thrust faster, my hips slapping against the backs of her upraised thighs. Then she gave a deep moan and began cumming.

"OoooooOOOOHHHGOD, ohmygod, ohmygod, DON'T! STOP! DON'T! STOP! GaaaaAAAAGGGHHH!

She began thrusting her hips up to meet my plunging dick, and both hands went to Denise's head, pulling her mouth down hard against her breast. Ruth was thrashing now, breathless, out of control, still cumming hard, her pussy gripping my dick in spasms. "AAAAH! AAAAH! AAAAH! AAAAH! OOOOooooooHHHHH SHIT!" And then she pulled Denise up and they were kissing deeply, tongues dueling, as Ruth's climax crested and finally began to subside.

Ruth had cum so quickly that I was nowhere near cumming myself, though incredibly aroused by her climax and the sight of two beautiful, naked women lying entwined below me. With a groan, Ruth pulled her legs off my shoulders and let them drop limply to the bed. 

"My god that happened fast," Ruth said, smiling tiredly up at me. "I guess you were right about practice."

Denise was looking up at me, too, but there was nothing tired about HER fiery glance. Her arousal was obvious. 

"My turn," she declared, rolling onto her back and pulling her knees up to her chest. 

(End of Chapter 11 of 15)



My Weekend in Portland Ch. 12



I reluctantly pulled out of the warm stickiness between Ruth's thighs and moved over until I was poised above Denise. She playfully lifted her legs straight up, then let them slide down over my head and ears to my shoulders, showing off her strength and flexibility.

But I was in no mood for play. Urgently, I probed her pussy with the head of my dick until I felt her opening, then leaned forward and pushed with my hips. The mouth of her pussy resisted penetration for a second, then parted and I slid inside. Although she was very tight, her sleeve was already wet from Ruth's oral assault and the penetration was smooth. In a moment I was completely buried in her warm slit, our pubic hair mingling. Denise gave a deep sigh and let her legs fall to the bed on either side of me, her knees bent upward. I withdrew slowly and pushed into her again. Glancing up, I found her looking at me with a small smile. 

"Does that feel okay?" I asked.

"Umm-hmmm. Very okay," she smiled back.

Slowly I withdrew and slowly entered her again. Her eyes drifted closed, but the small smile stayed on her appealing face. I withdrew and pushed into her again. Her arms reached up and pulled me down onto her. She kissed me lightly and wrapped her legs around me. I began to thrust a little faster, shortening my strokes, and Denise gave a soft moan. Ruth was sitting next to us on the bed, watching closely.

I made my thrusts short and steady, pressing the base of my dick against Denise's pussy at the end of every stroke. After awhile, I lifted my upper body with my arms and hung suspended above her, enjoying the sight of her concave stomach and small breasts with their prominent, dark nipples. I could sense her arousal building, from breathing and other cues, but much more slowly than Ruth's. I changed the angle of penetration slightly to reduce the friction on my dickhead. I didn't want to come before she did.

More than 15 minutes passed before Denise began to really become aroused, thrusting her hips slightly and gripping my upper arms with her hands, her breathing getting hoarse and shallow. Her occasional sighs had become frequent low moans. Her eyes stayed closed now and her face was distorted by the pleasurable sensations radiating from her groin. I felt beads of sweat rolling down my face. 

Suddenly Denise gave a loud gasp and her eyes opened wide, looking into mine. Her hands took a fresh, harder grip on my arms. She tilted her hips up and I changed my rhythm, speeding up a bit. She began to answer each thrust with a tiny, excited panting sound, "Heh-heh-heh-heh-heh!" She stared down at where our bodies joined, my glistening penis disappearing into and reappearing from her slit. Several minutes passed this way and the tension in her body built until she was like a coiled spring under me, cords of muscle standing out in her neck, arms and belly. Then she burst, cumming violently.

"AAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAHHHHaaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAHHH!" she shouted hoarsely, grimacing and throwing her head back. The muscles in her neck stood out sharply and her fingers dug painfully into my biceps. Denise's head whipped to one side, then to the other, and her hips thrust repeatedly upward as if disconnected from the rest of her. "FFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCKKKKK! FUCK! OHGOD! OHGOD! OHMYGOD! SHIT! GGGaaaaaaaaggggGGGGHHHHH!" she cried in a high-pitched voice.

Small but powerful, Denise's convulsions came close to throwing me off. But I buried my dick in her and rode the storm, rocking my hips slightly to continue stimulating her clit. Even that small motion was enough to put me over the edge. My arms gave way and my weight dropped onto Denise, my chest flattening her tits. I began thrusting wildly as I felt my balls contract and my dick tense, waiting for the first jet of sperm. Then it came, shooting almost painfully up my shaft and out my dickhole. I cried out and another jet of warm spew shot into Denise's hard little body. My dick jerked again and again, filling her pussy with sticky cum. She was thrusting up at me, caressing my shoulders with her hands and whispering something urgently in my ear.

I collapsed, limp on top of Denise, dimly aware of her deep breathing, her sweet-smelling hair and the sweat that made her skin cling to mine. Later I became aware of Ruth hugging us, one leg across the back of mine, kissing and murmuring sweet, quiet words to us both. We laid there for a long time, relaxing, enjoying the afterglow. 

Several minutes later I felt Denise moving jerkily under me. I lifted myself to look in her face and found her crying! 

"Denise, what's wrong?" I asked alarmed, and Ruth saw her tears as well.

"Baby, did we hurt you? Are you okay?" she asked with deep concern in her voice. Denise covered her face with both hands and continued to cry quietly. Ruth and I laid there, hugging and trying to comfort Denise. It was awhile before she took her hands from her tear-streaked face and gave us a brief smile. 

"No, I'm not hurt ... and it's nothing you guys did," she began, looking at us both. "Though, actually ... sniff ... something you did ... sniff ... made me realize ..."

I glanced at Ruth to see if she had any clue what Denise was talking about. But she looked as baffled as I felt. Denise sat up, eyes red, but smiling now.

"Really, you two, don't look so worried!" she exclaimed. "I'm sorry I got emotional but, believe me, you guys are NOT the problem."

"Well what IS the problem?" Ruth asked cautiously.

"The problem is the men in my life," Denise declared. But that didn't clear up our puzzled expressions. She knelt on the bed and turned to face us both.

"I'm 27. I gave up my virginity when I was 17. Since then I've slept with six guys ... two one-night stands, one guy for a week in Cancun, and three guys who I dated or lived with long-term," she said. "One guy, I lived with for two years! We nearly got married!

"I had lots of sex with those guys, hundreds of times, but never came once!" Denise said angrily. "One jerk I dated convinced me I was frigid, or some damn thing! The guy I lived with wanted me see a psychiatrist to figure out what was wrong with ME!

"But there's nothing wrong with ME! Nothing at all. My problem is picking inconsiderate, clueless BASTARDS to sleep with! I was SUCH an idiot! God! How could I have been so STUPID?"

She looked delightful kneeling there, anger and grim amusement flashing in turns across her tear-streaked face. Her small breasts bobbed as she angrily waved her arms. She pounded a small fist on a bare thigh.

"I was such an IDIOT! God! One of those assholes told me I was repressed! Oooh, I'd like to punch him OUT!" 

Ruth and I were grinning sympathetically by this time, glad Denise wasn't hurt or angry at us. 

"You are NOT the first woman with a talent for picking the wrong men," Ruth declared. 

"I'll have to admit," I said ruefully, "lots of guys know nothing about sex, except how to get themselves off."

"That's RIGHT!" Denise gestured, her eyes glistening with angry tears. "THEY never had any trouble cumming. Usually in about two minutes! No wonder I had so much trouble getting turned on. It was always, 'Wham, bam, thank you ma'am!' And the only guy who ever went down on me just kissed around the outside!"

Impulsively Ruth leaned over and hugged Denise.

"Don't worry about that now," she grinned, turning her head to glance slyly at me. "Somebody once told me that orgasms are easy once you have a little practice."

They both laughed and Denise smiled at me over Ruth's shoulder.

"It was so WEIRD when you guys first walked in here," Denise said grinning. "I had no idea what was going on, but I knew SOMETHING strange was definitely happening."

She took our hands in hers.

"This is still weird, but it FEELS wonderful! So THAT'S what an orgasm is like? No wonder people like sex. Ruth, I was shocked when you started eating me, but I thought, 'What the hell, it can't be any worse than the guys I know,' then BAM!, I could hardly breathe and I felt like I was going to explode! Then I DID explode! It was like dying ... or being born ... and it felt SOOOO good! Afterwards, I just wanted to lie there forever, feeling that sweet warmth. But it was so HOT watching you guys fuck. I couldn't wait for my turn. I never expected to have another orgasm! You kept going, and going and the feeling kept building and building until suddenly it hit me! I was going to cum AGAIN! I KNEW it! Then I DID cum again! My god, it felt WONDERFUL! I never wanted to stop. I can't believe I came TWICE! This is just so incredible!"

By this time, Ruth and I were both laughing, enjoying Denise's joyful, rapid-fire babbling. I know some people like to talk after sex, but I began to wonder how long it would take Denise to unwind. I knew of one sure way to slow her down!

I reached out with both arms, flipped Denise (still talking) onto her back and flopped down between her legs. In a second I closed my mouth over her dripping pussy, seeking her clit with my tongue. 

(End of Chapter 12 of 15)



My Weekend in Portland Ch. 13



I glanced up across Denise's flat belly, between her beautiful little breasts to her face. She was looking down at me -- surprised, questioning. Then my wet tongue brushed lightly across her hooded clit and the first jolt of pleasure shot through her. Denise's mouth made a silent 'O' of pleasure. A minute later she sighed, "Aaaaaaaah," and her head dropped back to the bed.

Ruth scooted over beside Denise and began tenderly teasing the smaller woman's dark nipples with her fingertips. They were soon erect, begging to be sucked. But Ruth and I were on the same wavelength, intent on prolonging Denise's pleasure as long as we could. I licked up and down the small woman's pussy, tasting her delightful juices, exploring her warm, soft places, nuzzling into her sparse black pubes. Ruth caressed her small, round breasts, returning occasionally to tweak the succulent nipples.

Denise, meanwhile, showed her enjoyment with deep sighs and occasional shudders as one of us found an especially sensitive spot. She opened her legs wide for me, crossing her ankles on my back, and reaching down to run her fingers through my hair. I enjoyed sucking her thin inner lips into my mouth, tugging gently as they slipped back out. I found her opening and slowly pressed one finger inside her wet channel. Her clit was swollen and warm when I finally returned to it, brushing it slowly back and forth with the tip of my tongue. She gasped when I began to focus on her little nub, flicking it faster and feeling the tension build in her leg and stomach muscles.

Ruth leaned over and took one of Denise's nipples in her mouth, sucking gently, her cheeks hollowing for several long minutes. Then she switched to the other nipple and Denise uttered a deep moan and arched upward, her neglected nipple glistening wet and distended. I wrapped one arm firmly around Denise's thigh and added another finger to the one already sliding in and out of her slippery vagina. I felt her pussy clamp down, gently clasping my fingers, and continued flicking her clit with my tongue. 

"Don't stop!" Denise gasped urgently. "Please! Oh, Ruth! Yes! That feels ... please ... oh suck me! Oh, oh! Please! My pussy! Yes! Eat me! Eat my PUSSY! Lick me! LICK me! 

Continuing my slow finger-fucking, I began to concentrate more on her clit, flicking my tongue rapidly back and forth. Denise's climax took longer to build than Ruth's. Finally her stomach muscles tensed and her hips tilted up and she fell silent, holding her breath. I knew she was terribly close, so I concentrated on flicking her hooded clit, steadily, lightly and quickly. Then she burst!

GgggggaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAGGGGGHHHHHHH!!! she cried loudly. "Oh, FUCK! Oh, YES! Oh, GOD! Ohmygod! Ohmygod! OHMYGOD!!!

Denise's slender, muscular body convulsed again and again, hips thrusting, legs levering her lower body upward. I shoved my fingers deeply into her pussy, pulled them out and shoved them in again, stretching her opening. She grabbed Ruth's head with both hands and pulled her up for a deep, desperate kiss, eagerly returned. Ruth crushed her lips against Denise's, their tongues tangling. I was still licking her clit and she was still coming. 

"Mmmmf! Mmmmuugh! Mmmmf!" Ruth's kiss muffled Denise's cries, and the smaller woman's hips bobbed as she pushed them up again and again to meet my hungry tongue.

Gradually, though, her hips began thrusting less and her legs fell limply across my back. Ruth broke their kiss and eagerly returned to suckling Denise's breasts, switching from one to the other. Then Denise's hands were pushing my head away from her crotch, her clit sensitive. I began licking up and down her slit, avoiding the swollen clit, sucking lightly at her thick outer lips. Above me I could hear her whispering.

"Please stop. Please stop. Please. I can't take any more."

I lifted my mouth from her beautiful pussy, widespread, glistening wet and swollen, the hood over her clit a dark, rich pink. Slowly I let my fingers slide out of her vagina, feeling one last squeeze of her pussy muscles.

Ruth's head was pillowed on Denise's chest, facing her. I reached out and caressed the lovely curve of her hip. Then I moved up beside Denise and wrapped them both in my arms. Denise's eyes were closed, her face slack, her lips occasionally whispering. Ruth glanced at me and grinned. She ran a finger over my lips, collecting Denise's juices, then sucked them off her finger.

"YOU are turning into a sex fiend," I whispered, smiling.

"It's all YOUR fault," she retorted, "I was a nice girl before I met you!"

I could only laugh, because she was right. I would never have believed someone so prudish could abandon her inhibitions so quickly and thoroughly. I was glad she had made some kind of breakthrough. The "slave" charade was fun for awhile, I reflected, but could wind up being a pain in the ass.

Ruth looked wonderfully happy and sexy lying there on the other side of Denise. Actually there is nothing sexier than a happy woman, and Ruth looked completely pleased with herself -- like the proverbial cat that ate the canary. In this case, though, the canary could be eaten again and again!

I was spent from my long, satisfying fuck with Denise, but I couldn't resist admiring the slope of Ruth's heavy breasts, pressed against Denise, her slender waist merging with her wide, womanly hips and the thick, enticing tangle of dark hair between her thighs. 

Lying between us, Denise was beautiful in another way. Where Ruth was soft and curvy, Denise was firm and her lines straighter. Her smaller breasts were sweetly shaped and her nipples were again smaller than Ruth's thick nubs, but no less prominent. Denise's legs looked longer in relation to her narrower hips, and her jet black pubic hair failed to conceal the darker skin of her plump pussy lips. 

Denise began to revive about this time, stretching and smiling up at us both.

"You guys are amazing! You really have the magic touch. And I don't EVER want this to stop!"

"That's good," Ruth replied, "because we have no intention of stopping. Do we?"

"I have to go back to San Francisco tomorrow, but there's no reason to stop until then," I said. "And you guys don't need me. You've got each other if you can't find a guy in Portland who knows what he's doing."

"Well right now I want to do something for YOU guys," Denise declared, sitting up between us. "You both have been making love to me, and I'm incredibly grateful, but now it's my turn."

"Don't look at me," I said, giving an exaggerated groan. "You two have wrung me out like a sponge. It'll be a week before I can get another hard-on."

"Wimp!" Ruth crowed, "I'm ready to go again!" She rolled onto her back, spread her legs and gleefully exposed her pussy.

Denise smiled at Ruth, then hesitated, looking at her furry groin but remaining motionless, her smile a little fixed. In a split second, Ruth and I realized that while our lover may have contemplated eating pussy, actually doing it was another matter. 

"That's okay, Denise," Ruth soothed, sitting up quickly. "I understand if you don't want to do that. I never thought I would!"

Now Denise was blushing, almost squirming with embarrassment. 

"I'm sorry," she pleaded to Ruth. "I want you to feel as good as you made me feel, but I don't think I can do that. Not right now."

"Don't worry about it," Ruth replied weakly, also embarrassed. "We can figure out something else."

An uncomfortable silence fell in the bedroom and the girls couldn't quite look each other in the eye. Then I remembered my shopping bag in the living room.

"I've got an idea," I said, and dashed out of the room, returning quickly with the bag in hand. I dumped it onto the bed with a flourish, but then several moments passed with no reaction.

"Well ... what is it?" Ruth asked. 

(End of Chapter 13 of 15) 



My Weekend in Portland Ch. 14



"It's a strap-on dildo," I said. "I bought it this afternoon."

I took the device out of its bag and handed it to Ruth. I'd had to go to three "adult" stores before I found what I wanted. Most of the strap-ons I saw were either flimsy vinyl contraptions, or they sported dildos so huge they would severely damage any normal woman. This one came with a sturdy, comfortable harness and a pink dildo of human proportions. LARGE human proportions, but not life-threatening. It was even shaped like a penis, with a fat glans and the suggestion of veins molded into it.

"How does it work?" Denise asked, fascinated.

I had her kneel on the bed and began fitting the strap-on around her hips. The base of the dildo was attached to a triangular pad that fitted over Denise's mons, covering her pussy. One thin, soft strap led from the bottom of the triangle between her legs and up through her ass-crack. I led the other, wider straps over her hips where all three connected to a second, smaller triangle just above her butt-crack. I adjusted the straps until the pink rubber dildo was held firmly in place, jutting out from her groin.

Denise pulled the tip of the dildo up to her belly, reaching nearly to her navel. She let go and it fell back, bobbing heavily in front of her. She giggled.

"Isn't this kind of big?" she laughed.

"Would you believe it's the smallest I could find?"

"Hmmm. Wearing this makes me want to go for a beer in a topless bar!" she joked.

Ruth, too, was studying the pink phallus hanging from Denise's crotch. 

"Does that work like I think it works?" she asked. "She can actually use that like ... you use yours?"

"Yep, that's the idea," I said, "but I've never actually seen anybody use one ... outside of an X-rated movie. It looks real, but it might not work." "Let's try," Denise said eagerly. "If it's no good we can always do something else."

"Okaaaay," Ruth said cautiously. She moved to the middle of the bed and laid on her back, propping herself up on her elbows to watch. Denise knelt awkwardly between her legs, then leaned forward, guiding the fake phallus with one hand while supporting her weight with the other. Ruth reached between her legs to help guide the dildo and Denise suspended herself on both arms, eager to push. 

"Ready," Ruth said breathlessly, and Denise began pushing, but with little effect. They changed position slightly and tried again.

"Stop," Ruth gasped after half a minute. "It won't go in. I don't think I'm wet enough." She blushed.

Amazing, I thought. A woman she barely knows is trying to push a rubber penis into her pussy, and Ruth is embarrassed because she isn't wet enough. Her attitude truly HAD changed.

"I think I can help," I said, nudging my way between Ruth's legs. Denise scooted aside and I leaned forward, sliding my hands under Ruth's buttocks. I lifted her hips and eagerly descended on her pussy, hungry for the taste and smell of her sex. I nuzzled through her pubes to kiss her thick outer lips, then darted my tongue between them. I found her opening, then slowly traced my way up her channel toward her little bud. Ruth was up on her elbows, watching me closely, panting quickly.

I avoided touching her clit on the first pass, circling it instead and sliding my tongue back down her slit. There I thrust into her hole as deeply as I could. Ruth rewarded me with a quick gasp and tilted her hips up. I began to slowly tongue-fuck her pussy, caressing the sensitive tissues around her opening, then thrusting deep inside. The sensations became too much and she fell back moaning, her hips thrusting. I extended my arms along her sides and took hold of her breasts, gently rolling her hardening nipples between my thumbs and forefingers. She gave a long sigh.

I tongue-fucked Ruth for several minutes, pausing occasionally to suck gently on her labia, and her arousal built steadily. Finally I slid my tongue to the top of her slit where gave her clitoris three long, slow licks. The effect on Ruth was electrifying, at least judging by her deep, hoarse groans. Then I sat up. Her legs were spread limply, as wide as they could go, her pussy shining wet and open.

"I think she's ready," I said to Denise, picking a pube off my tongue. 

Denise moved eagerly between our lover's legs and fitted the head of the dildo into her opening. She leaned forward and the fat head suddenly popped inside, prompting a sharp, "Oh!" from Ruth. The shaft gradually disappeared until it was fully inside Ruth's pussy and the pad covering Denise's pussy was pressed firmly against the larger woman's crotch. Ruth's eyes were open now, staring up at Denise's face inches above her. 

"God, baby, that's so BIG," she panted. 

Denise paid no attention, but began slowly withdrawing the dildo until it was halfway out. Then she slowly thrust forward again, her face a study in concentration. She was fucking Ruth, slowly penetrating her with the long, thick dildo, then slowly withdrawing halfway and repeating the process. The dildo slid easily on a generous coating of pussy juice. Ruth put her hands under her knees and pulled her widespread legs up to her chest, tilting her pussy to meet the invading phallus.

"UUUUUuuuuuuuuunnnnnnNNNHHHHH," Ruth groaned at the next penetration, and Denise stopped momentarily. 

"Does this feel okay?" she asked, and Ruth quickly nodded her head, 'Yes,' while she stared longingly at Denise's tits, bobbing just out of reach above her.

Denise began to speed her thrusts and I put my mouth against her ear. 

"Shift your weight forward to rub her clit more," I whispered, and she did, prompting another long moan from Ruth, "UuuuuuuuuuuunnnnNNNNNNHHHHHHH!" 

Denise was concentrating intently, looking down to where her hips met Ruth's, connected by the gleaming pink shaft. Her pleasure rising in steady waves, Ruth began encouraging her lover in a low, urgent whisper.

"Yes ... sweetheart! Fuck me with that thing! Oh ... oh ... oh ... yessss, babyyyyyy! ... That feels so gooood! ... So deeeeep! ... So haaaard! Yes! Yes! YeeesssssSSS!!! Harder! HARDER!

Denise had mastered the dildo strapped to her crotch and was fucking with ease now, ending each thrust with a small grunt. I watched her muscular buttocks flex each time she pushed her artificial dick into Ruth's waiting pussy. Sweat glistened on her back and made short wisps of black hair cling to her neck. She was breathing deep and steady, like a runner pacing herself in a race.

After several minutes of this treatment, Ruth gradually fell silent. Her eyes screwed shut and her breathing changed to quick, shallow pants. She strained to hold her legs up and open, with her forearms hooked under her knees. Then she gave a long, high-pitched whimper and exploded, crying out wildly and thrusting herself up at Denise.

"GAAAAAAAAAGGGGHHHHHH!" Ruth shouted. "OH, FUUUUUUUUCCCCCCKKKKK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK ME! FUCK ME! FUCK MMEEEEEEEEEE!!!"

Her head slammed back onto the bed, her back arched and her hips began thrusting urgently upward to meet Denise's descending shaft.

"UNNNHH! UNNNHH! UNNNHH! UNNNNNNNNNNNNHHHHHH!!! she moaned. "Oh, SWEETHEART! Oh, SWEETIE! OH, YESSSSSSSSSS!!!

I thought Ruth's orgasm would never end. She moaned and cursed and bucked and shuddered until Denise had to fall forward, hugging Ruth tightly to stay on top. Ruth's hands were all over Denise, now gripping her ass-cheeks, now raking her back. Denise gave up thrusting and just hung on, her rubber penis completely buried inside her lover.

Finally Ruth was spent, motionless, lying still under Denise, but still breathing deep, harsh gulps of air. Denise raised head and looked at me with wonder.

"That was AMAZING!" she exclaimed. "Doing that to her, I felt so SEXY and so POWERFUL at the same time! What a RUSH!" 

I leaned over to Denise for a long, lingering kiss, tasting sweat on her lips.

"It's a kick," I said, "and you did a great job. You already know more about satisfying a woman than half the guys on the planet."

Denise gazed thoughtfully down at Ruth's face, lying slack and serene a few inches below her own.

"It's not exactly easy, but it's sure worth the effort," she mused. "I could FEEL her cumming with every ounce of her body." 

She laid her head on Ruth's shoulder, gently kissing and caressing her with a tender expression on her face. I slid one arm under Ruth's neck and the other across Denise's shoulders, hugging them to me. We rested like that for a long time (I may have dozed a little) until Ruth suddenly moved and giggled, "I never want to move again, but if I don't, I'm afraid my legs will start to cramp. If THAT happens, you guys will be carrying me to the emergency room to have this thing surgically removed!"

We all laughed at that and Denise began slowly, gingerly to remove herself from Ruth's embrace -- and her pussy. The first few inches of dildo came out slowly, reluctantly, Ruth's coarse pubes and inner labia clinging wetly to the pink shaft. The last couple of inches popped out in a rush, leaving the mouth of Ruth's pussy gaping open for a second. Denise knelt there, stroking the dildo dangling between her legs, and Ruth reached down to rub her crotch.

"My pussy is going to be as sore as my ass!" she declared, then she blushed. 

Denise looked at me with arched eyebrows.

"I fucked Ruth's butt this afternoon," I admitted. "She was great!"

"You guys really HAVE covered a lot of ground," Denise laughed. "Here, help me with these straps."

(End of Chapter 14 of 15)



My Weekend in Portland Ch. 15



Dying of hunger and thirst, we each gulped down a glass or two of water, then switched to wine while Denise called out for Chinese food. Then we argued over who would have to get dressed to meet the delivery boy. Ruth had to don her trench coat and pay the guy after losing a game of "rock/paper/scissors." She laid out the food, then had to drag me and Denise out of the bedroom. I had my head between the girl's slender legs, my tongue probing deeply in her pussy. Hey, I was hungry! We ate like wolves, then raced each other back to the bedroom. Ruth got there first, but got tangled up getting her coat off. Denise and I started without her, but she soon joined in.

The rest of that night and most of Sunday were the same -- great sex with two eager women and one rapidly tiring guy. I had to rest my dick for longer and longer periods, but my tongue and fingers represented me in the tournament of love. We even slept for several hours in the early morning.

Denise contentedly doubled her lifetime total of climaxes, then doubled that number again. Ruth never seemed to tire of making love to her, or me. I showed them how to scissor their legs together and rub pussies and Ruth LOVED that. Hey, what? I saw it in a documentary! Ruth delighted in being on top, dangling her breasts into Denise's willing mouth. 

Although she clearly enjoyed kissing Ruth, and was fascinated by her large breasts, Denise never got into eating pussy. That didn't bother Ruth. Fortunately, I loved delving into Ruth's thick mat of hair to taste her buried treasure. I've always liked hairy pussy for some reason (Not that I don't love tonguing bare pussies, too!).

Denise surprised me around noon by giving me a blowjob that would have revived Elvis. She topped it off by sliding a slender, wet finger into my ass just as I started to shoot gobs of come into her mouth (Hey, that's MY trick!). That orgasm nearly put me into a coma.

Finally the time for my flight began to get close. I dressed and dashed over to Ruth's townhouse for my luggage. The girls talked about taking me to the airport and coming back on the light rail line. But when I returned to Denise's apartment she was in the living room wearing nothing but a tiny white bra. She had Ruth bent over an ottoman and was fucking her doggy-style with the strap-on. I laughed, gave them each a lingering kiss, and left. I heard Ruth begging Denise, "Harder! HARDER!" as I closed the door. A flight attendant had to wake me when we stopped at the gate in San Francisco.

Life went back to normal. I tried calling Ruth and Denise a couple of times, but nobody answered the phone at either place. A week passed, my bruises faded and my dick was no longer sore, then one evening the phone rang at home.

"What have you DONE to my sister!" a female voice hissed angrily in my ear.

"That depends on who your sister is," I retorted.

There was a moment of silence.

"This is Naomi K-------."

Ahhh. Ruth's sister. 

"Your sister and I had sex," I said. "A LOT of sex. It was GREAT!"

"She's turned into some kind of PERVERT!" Naomi declared. "She stays somewhere every night, and only goes home to get ready for work. She told me about you, but won't tell me what she's doing NOW."

Ruth and Denise were making up for lost time, I guessed, and keeping it quiet. Smart girls. People can be cruel to those who step outside the usual path, even briefly.

"Don't worry, Naomi, she's not in any danger. I think your sister is just ... exploring something new. She'll get back to normal after awhile."

Naomi wasn't reassured. She angrily muttered something about "exploring" and slammed down the phone.

Another week passed and the phone rang again on Saturday afternoon while I was folding laundry and watching a game on television.

"Is this Mr. K-----?"

"Yep."

"This is Catherine Urbanski," she paused, " ... from Portland?" 

I hesitated, racking my brain, then the light began to dawn.

"Officer Urbanski? Is that you?"

"Yes," she admitted lightly, "Officer Urbanski."

"Can I help you in some way, Officer Urbanski," I said, grinning into the phone.

"I think you can," she said. "I'm looking for a caucasian male, about 30 years of age, physically fit, hetero, sense of humor, not too ugly. He has to be somebody who's not a cop groupie, but not intimidated by cops or strong women."

"Weeeelll," I said, "I fit that description, Officer Urbanski. Were you considering coming to San Francisco to take me into custody?"

"I was hoping I could come down there, and we could take each other into custody," she laughed. "That is, unless your friend in Portland would object."

"No, no," I said. "Ruth and I are just old friends. Would next weekend fit your plans?" 

"I was about to reserve a flight on Friday afternoon," she admitted, "AND a hotel reservation."

"I like a woman with a sense of adventure ... and caution," I said. "I'll buy us dinner Friday night and we can get acquainted. If you hate my guts, there's always Fisherman's Wharf and Chinatown." 

"I was hoping you'd say that," she laughed, "most guys get scared off when they meet me ... professionally." 

"I enjoyed meeting you, Catherine" I said truthfully, "but I didn't think you enjoyed meeting me."

"Call me Cathy," she laughed. "You're right, I was pissed. But my partner convinced me I was just too tired to see the humor. So I tried to look at things objectively and finally started laughing. Then I began to think about calling you."

I told her she had a great laugh and I was glad she called. Then I got her flight and hotel information and we said goodbye. I was still standing with my hand on the phone, thinking of Cathy Urbanski, when the doorbell rang.

I didn't immediately recognize the attractive, dark-haired young woman on my doorstep, but she looked familiar so I let her push past me into my apartment. I closed the door and followed her into the living room.

"Do you know who I am?" she said, turning to face me with an odd, tense expression on her face. She dropped her overnight bag and began to unfasten her coat.

I hesitated for a moment, "Naomi K-------?"

"Yes," she said, standing tall and defiantly throwing open her coat.

Except for her shoes, Naomi was nude, skin flushed, nipples pointing stiffly. Her long legs were visibly shaking.

She tried to speak, but couldn't.

"Don't worry," I soothed, opening my arms. "I know what to do."

(End of Chapter 15, end of My Weekend in Portland)