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Cousin Ruthie Ch. 01

By: BiffBurns



Ruth, the family calls her Ruthie, was my wife's cousin and in the Fall of '03 she was having marital problems. My wife invited her to stay with us while she got things worked out.

I am white while my wife was African American with beautiful bronze skin. Ruthie, on the other hand, was black -- her skin was as dark as pitch.

Ruthie was a large woman, most would say fat -- everything about her was large: large frame, large head with a broad forehead, large hands, thick legs, and she had the biggest breasts I had ever seen. They were enormous. I had marveled at their size on many occasions and often wondered what it must be like to hold one of those monsters. I never expected to get the opportunity.

Her first few days with us were uneventful. We talked a little, but most of her time was spent on the phone or tearfully venting to my wife.

One evening I did catch a glimpse of her in her nightshirt as she padded from the bathroom back to our guestroom. Her unsupported tits hung down across her belly as she quickly crossed the hallway.

Ruth had been with us a little over a week; my wife had an early meeting and left for work much earlier than she usually did. I was, for whatever reason, running late. I'm guessing Ruth thought it was the other way around.

It was almost 9:00am when I came downstairs, still adjusting my tie. I heard the washing machine running, but thought nothing of it. My car was in the garage and to get there I'd have to go through the laundry room.

I came around the corner and stopped dead in my tracks.

Ruthie was doing her laundry and hadn't noticed me. She was naked except for a pair of faded grey boxers, stretched to their absolute limit by her wide hips and ass. She was bent over, her left hand holding her weight while her other was tossing wet laundry into the open dryer. Her bare tits hung pendulously and swung with each toss. Each breast was bigger than my head.

I must have gasped when she tossed her bra in, but who could blame me? It was gigantic.

Ruth bolted up and tried, hopelessly, to cover her chest with her arms.

"I ... I'm sorry," she said in her sing-songy voice, "I thought you had left for work. I was just doing my laundry -- got no extra clothes here." If she was blushing there was no way to know, her skin was so dark.

I couldn't stop staring at her chest. It took me a long second to find my voice.

"No, no," I stammered, still staring, "I apologize; I should have made some noise or something."

An awkward silence followed with Ruth still valiantly trying to cover her tremendous breasts and me standing there gawking, unwilling or unable to move.

"They just titties," she said, finally breaking the silence, "Everybody has 'em."

More silent staring.

"Uh, no, Ruthie," I managed to cough, "Nobody has 'em like you do."

Still staring. One minute? Two? Three?

"You like them?" she asked while, to my amazement, she cupped her hands under them and presented them to me. The flesh spilled over her fingers, hiding them completely.

Her gaze dropped, "Your pants sure look like you do."

Now I was blushing. My pants were tented making my erection painfully obvious.

Ruthie continued to fondle her breasts and I stood mesmerized. Her areolas looked to be the size of tea-plates, but it was hard to tell because her skin was so evenly black. Her nipples were almost the size of shotglasses and stood firm under her touch.

"Your husband is a lucky man," I said, then quickly corrected myself, "Or at least he was."

Ruth dropped her tits dejectedly and they slapped loudly onto her stomach before sliding to a stop more under her arms than not.

"He don't care -- he never paid me no attention," she confided, "He just put his thing in me, did his business, and went to sleep."

"That makes him a bigger idiot than I thought he was," I told her, still unable to pull my eyes off her chest.

She lifted them again, squeezing them together toward me.

"You wanna touch 'em?" she asked softly, "I don't mind."

I couldn't answer but found myself stepping forward. My hands reached out and I gently took hold of her tits. They were heavier than I expected. They felt incredible. I pushed and squeezed and let my thumbs press at her nipples.

This went on for a few minutes. Ruth standing there, arms at her sides, with me kneading her breasts slowly, almost reverently.

I started to kneel, "Can I?" I asked, looking into her eyes for the first time today.

She nodded.

It was like she had released the horses from the starting gate. I fell to my knees and cupped her left breast in both hands. Holding it like I would hold a basketball, I lifted it to my mouth and greedily pulled her taut nipple in. I sucked madly as I tried to squeeze more and more of her dark tit into my hungry mouth.

I was out of control and lapped furiously at one breast and then the other. I pressed my face between them and tasted the salty sweat collected there. I pressed Ruth's nipples together and jammed them into my mouth. I nibbled softly on them and felt Ruthie's knees buckle. Her hands found my shoulders and she pulled me tighter to her.

"Oh,oh, " she said over the noise of my slurping, "I think you got something started."

Her left hand disappeared into her tattered boxers. A few moments later her glistening fingers reappeared.

"Yep," she continued huskily, holding her wet fingers up for inspection, "You got me started."

I put her fingers into my mouth and licked them clean. Her juice was much more raw than my wife's or any other I had tasted. It was bitter and a little unpleasant, but that turned me on even more.

"Then I guess I'd better finish what I started," I told her, coming up for breath.

Pulling on her breasts, I led her into the living room. She dropped heavily onto the sofa and her tits spread out across her belly. Her fingers again dug into her boxers, but I pulled her hand out roughly.

"No," I scolded her, "That's my job."

I pushed her legs apart and crawled in between her knees. Her old boxers had seen better days, so I tore the leg opening wider, revealing her dark, wet bush.

She was very hairy, but deep in that black garden I saw a bright pink patch. Using my fingers to pull the pink wide, I plunged my tongue into its depths. Her eruption started with the very first lick. Her juices poured out as her hips bucked wildly and I did the best I could to catch it all, but there was too much. Her raunchy smell and bitter taste was almost more than I could stand, but I kept drinking her in as her legs clamped my face to her wetness.

The moment she released me, I was on my feet and tugging my pants to the floor.

"I want to fuck those tits!" I told her, climbing out of my briefs. My cock was rock hard and pointing at her angrily.

I pushed her back more fully on the coach and climbed atop her. No matter what I tried I could not find a position where I could get my raging hard-on between her huge tits.

Seeing my frustration, Ruth gently pushed me back onto the floor -- onto my back.

"Here, baby," she cooed, "Let me do that for you."

With my legs pressed together, Ruth straddled me and started to crawl up my body. As she did, she drug her breasts along my legs and up to my now dancing cock. When she got there she pressed her weight onto me and her tits pancaked onto my cock. I moaned loudly.

"Do it," she reminded me, "Fuck my titties."

I didn't need to be told again and started rocking myself back and forth between her pressed mounds. She lifted up a little and I could see my pale whiteness peak out momentarily only to disappear back into the darkness a second later. Faster and faster I rocked. I grabbed her tits and pressed them tighter onto my manhood as I felt my explosion arriving.

My butt clenched and lifted off the floor as I burst. Again and again I shot my load into that crease -- none of it came out. When I had finally finished, Ruth sat back onto her knees and her tits again swung apart. My sticky load spread wetly across her chest and dripped white on her black skin.

"My, God, Ruthie," I gasped, trying to catch my breath, "That was incredible."

"They just titties," she said with a grin, "Everybody has 'em."

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That was my first encounter with "Cousin Ruth," but not my last. I had three more and each one was as fantastic as the first. My wife and I are no longer together, so Ruthie is no longer "family." I haven't seen her in years. She ultimately didn't divorce her husband, that lucky prick. Maybe I should look her up ... who am I kidding? If I were to see her again, I wouldn't be looking up -- I'd be looking directly at her breasts.

Please drop me a note if you want to hear about the other times.

Cousin Ruthie Ch. 02



It had been a week since my encounter with "Cousin Ruth" and she was on my mind constantly. She was still staying with my wife and me while trying to work things out with her deadbeat husband.

It had been a busy work-week, so I had been getting home later in the evening and hadn't seen much of Ruthie ... or my wife, for that matter.

I had taken the time to go by her place and get her some additional clothing. It was the least I could do and it gave me the perfect opportunity to closely examine her gigantic bras. I marveled at their size. Stupidly, like a goofy teenager, I put one cup on like a hat; it covered my entire head. Unfortunately, there were no size labels in any of them, so I still have no idea what her actual measurements were -- I just know they were enormous.

Anyway, it was the second Saturday after our initial encounter when my wife told me she was heading out to the store. She had tried to wake Ruth, but she had no luck.

"I guess I'm going without her," she told me exasperatedly. "That girl could always sleep through anything."

Anything? I thought to myself as I watched my wife's car pull out of the driveway. We'll have to see about that.

I was almost giddy as I went up the stairs. I quietly opened the guestroom door and peeked in. Ruth was asleep along on edge of the bed. The room was always warm and the sheets were wrapped awkwardly around her ankles. Her arms were extended over her head causing the too-small nightshirt to ride up, exposing her large, dark belly. Her magnificent breasts were contained within that taut cotton, but just barely.

I noticed with some satisfaction Ruth was wearing those same, now more stretched than before, boxers.

I stood there for a few minutes, just enjoying the view and listening to her steady breathing. When I felt certain she was truly asleep, I crept toward her.

Kneeling beside the bed I again marveled at the size of her breasts -- they were breathtakingly large. I wanted to touch them so badly, but I was worried pulling her shirt up might wake her.

Her crotch was, thanks to those stretched beyond repair boxers, much more accessible. I leaned closer to her tangled bush and inhaled. Her scent was as raw and pungent as I remembered -- I was certain my wife was going to smell it on me last weekend; I had scrubbed my face thoroughly, but felt I could still smell it.

Gently, I let my fingers glide through her short hairs. I slowly rubbed and tugged on them. Getting braver, my fingers touched her crease and I felt her warm, wet flesh.

Ruthie shifted slightly in her sleep, snorting loudly in a most unlady-like fashion. I smiled to myself and continued rubbing. The more I pressed the stronger her aroma got; I leaned closer to breathe it in.

It wasn't long before my fingers were sopping wet and I decided to push two of them into her warm hole. They slid in easily and it felt terrific. My thumb played with her stiffening knob while my fingers explored her. Her breathing was getting louder, so I increased my pace almost certain she would wake up at any moment.

Faster and faster my fingers danced. I could feel her getting closer. She was tossing slightly and her tits were in motion beneath the tight shirt. My cock was stiff and pushing against my sweatpants.

Suddenly she bolted awake, almost screaming as she exploded.

"What?" she asked confused, "Uhn, oh my! Oh my God!"

She came in a gush -- my face had been buried between her legs the previous time, so I had been too close to see it, but this time I was in the perfect position. Her juices literally shot out of her, almost like she was peeing. It came in violent spurts and she groaned louder with each burst.

"Good morning," I said as I pulled her shirt up roughly exposing her mammoth breasts. I palmed them as best I could; squeezing and rolling them beneath my wet fingers.

"I was told you could sleep through anything," I explained, "I guess I was told wrong."

She laughed and glanced at my bulging pants.

"I'm hungry," she said tugging at my waistband, "I want some breakfast."

With that she tugged my pants down to my knees. I wasn't wearing any briefs and my hard cock bounced out into the morning air. Still lying on the bed, she pulled me toward her. My prick nearly poked her in the eye, but she directed it smoothly into her mouth.

The sight of my pale cock disappearing into that jet black mouth was incredible and I stared dumbly down at the action.

Again and again my cock slid into her warm mouth -- the white dipping in until my lower hair mashed against her dark face. Faster and faster, harder and harder she sucked me in.

Her eyes opened and looked up at me -- two white orbs in solid black. My hands were still on her magnificent tits and I pushed myself into her as far as I could. I felt her gag and I felt myself surge.

I shot my load into the deepest part of Ruthie's mouth and throat. She gagged again and tried to keep my spunk inside her mouth, but failed. It spurted out and she coughed roughly. I clamped more tightly onto her chest as I rocked back and forth, my cock still in her mouth, but not as deeply. Her warm hands cupped my ass and pulled me tighter. She licked and slurped up as much of my cum as should could manage.

"Oh, baby, I'm sorry," she whispered, "I wanted it all, but it was just so much."

She rolled back onto the bed. Her tits rolled with her, spreading out across her chest and belly before coming to a rest under each arm. Her large, dark belly sat up proudly. A line of my cum was still on her chin.

"Uh," I started, feeling myself getting hard again, "I want to fuck you, Ruth. I want to fuck you right now."

I pulled my pants off and climbed onto the bed next to her. I pulled her to me and kissed her passionately. The salty taste of my own load and feeling of her monster tits against my chest was amazing.

"Then do it, baby," she cooed.

I slid myself between her legs and grabbed the base of my cock. I sat on my knees and looked down at my hardness and at her wet pink gash hidden deep in her dark bush.

"Put your thing in me."

I leaned forward and felt the tip of my hard prick push into her tangled hair. Incredible.

Then we heard the garage door begin to grind open -- damn!

I leapt off the bed, grabbed my pants and was about to head for the door. I stopped, grabbed Ruthie's face and kiss her again for all I was worth.

"I am going to fuck you, big girl!" I promised before darting out.

I jumped into the shower and was lathering myself vigorously when my wife came in.

"I'm back," she told me, "And it looks like Ruth is still sleeping. That girl, I swear, she was always a deep sleeper."

"If you say so," I laughed, scrubbing my still stiff penis. 



Cousin Ruthie Ch. 03



My wife and I were finishing a quiet dinner, our first alone together in about a month. Ruth, my wife's cousin, was still staying with us while she and her husband tried to work things out, but she hadn't arrived home from work yet.

"Is there something going on between you and Ruth?" my wife asked suddenly.

"Huh? What? No. No," I answered, too quickly and much too innocently, "What do you mean?"

"She's not angry with you is she?" she continued, "You don't have a problem with her staying here, do you? You two seem very distant."

"No, no," I said, sighing silently to myself, "I've got no problems with Ruth. I just don't know her like you do."

"Good, she is my cousin and I want her to feel comfortable here," my wife explained, "She's going through a tough time."

"I'll talk to her," I said.

"I'm glad you said that," my wife pounced, "I'm so tired of talking with her -- I know she needs to vent, but I'm so tired of hearing it. Maybe you can talk with her -- give her the male perspective on things?"

"The male perspective?"

"Yeah, the male perspective," she said, "Look, I know Ruthie isn't the best looking, or the most motivated, but she is nice and she deserves to be treated better than she has been. She could use a pep talk -- she needs help with her self-esteem. You can talk to her, make her feel more positive. You're good at that sort of thing."

"Oh?" I asked dubiously, "What's in it for me?"

"C'mon, honey," she begged, "Please just talk to her for me ... I'll make it worth your while."

Before I could answer, we heard the key in the front door -- Ruthie was home.

"Oh, gotta run!" my wife announced gleefully, "I'll be back in a couple hours!"

A quick peck on my cheek and an even quicker goodbye to Ruth and my wife was out the door. Ruth stood there with a strange look on her face as she locked the door behind her.

"What was that all about?" she asked me.

"She thinks we're not getting along," I told her with a sly smile, "She thinks we should talk some, get to know each other better. I'm supposed to give you the male perspective."

"Really?" Ruth grinned, as she pulled off her long coat.

My eyes almost popped out of my head -- Ruth was wearing a business woman's power suit! I didn't even know she owned one. Wow! The crisp white blouse was a few sizes too small and how could it not be with breasts the size of hers? Its material was pulled taut with the buttons stretched to their breaking point. The short skirt was riding up on her large ass, but hung low in the front beneath the weight of her belly.

She noticed my stare and said, "It's not mine. I borrowed it for an interview. It's too small. I don't think I got the job. Not enough experience. I should have known. Had to try, though. Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Damn, Ruthie," I coughed, "You look incredible. That blouse ..."

She grinned shyly, "You're such a bad boy. They just titties. How many times I got to tell you that?"

"Keep telling me," I said stepping toward her. I cupped her silk-covered tits in my hands as my lips met hers. We kissed passionately while I kneaded those beauties.

When we finally pulled ourselves apart, I continued, "I want to give you the male perspective. Do you have any idea how badly I want to give you the male perspective?"

With her hands on my butt, Ruth pulled our groins together and my hardening cock pressed into her.

"Yes, I do," she laughed.

I couldn't wait any longer, having been interrupted before, I was not going to be denied this time. My fingers reluctantly released her breasts and began fumbling with the blouse's buttons.

They were difficult to open because the blouse was so tight. In frustration I gave up and yanked at the top, causing the buttons to pop off violently.

"Hey!" she exclaimed, "It ain't mine! I borrowed it!"

I pulled the blouse open roughly, exposing her tired, well-worn bra. It was grey from too many washings, but still made terrific contrast with her jet black skin.

"Bill me," I said, pulling the blouse off her wide shoulders and tossing it to the floor. I started tugging at the skirt and she stopped me -- releasing it herself to avoid any further expense.

Ruth was now standing before me in just her bra and panties -- both very large. I led her to the living room and directed her to the couch. Being as big as she was, lying on the couch proved difficult, so we slid to the floor.

I tore my clothes off and told her to do the same.

First her panties and then those tits. My God, they were so big -- bigger than my head; bigger than my hands could hold, the biggest tits I had ever seen. I feel on them greedily, my mouth sucking and nibbling one and then the other.

As I continued paying attention to those wonderful breasts, I positioned myself between Ruth's thick legs. My cock was rock hard and pre-cum was dripping from its mushroomed head. I felt it brush across Ruth's lower hair. With very little effort I managed to push into her wet crack without letting go of her tits.

She moaned softly, "Oh, sweetie, your thing is in me."

I lifted up, "I told you I was going to fuck you, big girl. Here is some male perspective."

I pushed her knees further apart and thrust into her more deeply. I started fucking her for all I was worth -- as fast, as hard, and as deep as I could. I watched her breasts, now at her sides, bounce and dance with each powerful lunge. Her large belly rolled and slapped against me as I rocked back and forth.

Ruth cupped her breasts and held them together in front of me. They spilled over her hands and shook like jello. I leaned forward and pulled a nipple into my mouth as I continued to ram my cock into her.

Her legs tightened around me and I knew she was about to erupt. I increased my pace and Ruth yelled out.

She exploded with an almost manly grunt followed by a series of low moans. Her juices, as before, burst out of her in a gush. I felt the warm liquid splash across my nuts and onto the carpet.

"I'm coming," I told her, my own eruption building almost painfully.

"Not inside me," she gasped, "I ain't on nothing."

I barely managed to pull myself free before my load rocketed out -- splashing across Ruth's bare belly. My ass clenched as burst after burst shot out. My white mess drew squiggly lines across her black stomach.

I leaned back onto my arms gasping for breath. Ruth began rubbing my cum into her skin like lotion. I watched as she kneaded it into her breasts and belly. She licked her fingers clean to finish the job.

"That," I said, finally breaking the silence, "Was the male perspective. I don't think it's what my wife had in mind, but I hope you weren't disappointed."

"Tell me again," Ruthie ordered, pulling me back on top of her, leaving me no choice but to repeat myself ...

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Ruthie and I did the deed four more times that evening -- I hadn't had that kind of stamina since college. We barely had time to clean up before my wife returned. I was certain she would notice the spots on the carpet or the musky smell in the air (and maybe she did). They talked late into the evening and when my wife finally came to bed, she "thanked me" for talking with Ruth. A fantastic night all the way around. 



Cousin Ruthie Ch. 04



During dinner Ruth had told us she was going home in a few days. She and her deadbeat husband had reached some sort of agreement and she thanked us for our hospitality and help.

She and my wife chatted and laughed through the remainder of the meal, but I was too distracted to participate fully. I knew Ruth would be leaving at some point, but I was certainly enjoying having her here. Actually, I was enjoying having her ... period.

The following morning I took my time getting ready. I let my wife leave for work and then I padded down the hall to our guest room. The door was open and I entered quietly.

Ruthie was packing her things, casually tossing clothes into a suitcase on the bed and dropping other items into various boxes on the floor. She was wearing a large, very large, t-shirt and nothing else. It was wonderfully obvious she wasn't wearing a bra. Her huge breasts were in constant motion beneath the faded shirt as she went about her task. Her thick, black legs were bare and led to her equally bare ass that peeked boldly out from under her shirt, wide and smooth.

"I don't want you to go," I told her when she stopped tossing and looked at me.

She stood up and her breasts rolled off her belly, coming to a stop at her sides.

"I know," she said in her sing-songy voice. "But I got to."

I stepped forward, cupped her breasts and pushed them together in the center of her chest. I leaned in to kiss her neck and shoulders.

"Stop," she whispered, "You need to stop. This isn't right. I'm going home."

"It sure feels right to me," I told her, my hands pinching her stiff nipples through the soft t-shirt. I pulled the shirt up in a bunch and palmed her warm, naked tits. My fingers struggled to hold them; they were huge and fleshy and spilled over my eager hands.

"Stop," she said meekly, "I need to pack."

I didn't stop and she really didn't seem to mind. Her tits bounced wonderfully as I pulled her shirt over her head and tossed it into the suitcase.

"Don't move," I said, stepping back to look at her more fully.

She started to cross her arms in front of her chest.

"No," I said, "Don't do that."

Her arms dropped limply at her sides. She stood there, naked, with a silly, impatient look on her dark face.

"What are you doing?" she asked in mock frustration.

"Hopefully, you, in a few minutes," I replied, letting my eyes explore her from top to bottom.

Ruth was a large African American woman. Her skin was very dark, almost jet black. Everything about her was big – big head, big hands, proud forehead, full lips, thick legs and wide hips. Her breasts were tremendous and hung pendulously across her round belly. Her areolas were the same black as the rest of her body and her nipples stuck out like small doorknobs.

I walked slowly around her, gazing in open admiration and lust. I dragged my hand across her broad ass. I hadn't had an opportunity to enjoy it and decided to rectify that oversight immediately.

"I've got an idea, big girl," I whispered in her ear as I came around in front of her again.

"Stop," she said again, "I gotta finish."

I took her hand and led her across the hall to the bathroom.

I stood her in front of the mirror and leaned against her back, looking over her shoulder at our reflection. The harsh lighting made her dark skin shine erotically. My hands drifted under her arms and lifted her heavy breasts playfully.

"You are so sexy, Ruthie," I told her while I kneaded her tits with my pale white hands. I pressed her nipples together and pinched them lovingly. My crotch pushed into her butt and my cock sprang to life.

"You're getting me started," she hissed, "Stop it."

"I'm not going to stop," I informed her, pushing her forward. She leaned heavily onto her arms against the sink counter. Her tits danced pleasingly and I marveled again at their magnificent size. They hung, swaying, above her full belly. Ruth's full ass was lifted invitingly and her dark back curved up in front of me.

"Shake 'em," I told her as I quickly pulled off my clothes. She rocked her shoulders gently and her tits rocked with them, swinging back and forth in the mirror.

Naked and painfully erect, I dropped to my knees behind her fat ass. I pushed her cheeks apart and gazed into her crack. Her puckered butthole was as dark as the rest of her, making it hard to see, but her wet crease was pink under her tangled, rough bush. I jabbed my tongue into her slot, swirling it madly and she sighed loudly.

Without warning I pulled my tongue upward and pressed it into her backdoor. She yelped, but I held firm. Her asshole was tight and pinching tighter, she hadn't showered this morning and she tasted raw. I pushed in deeper and screwed her butt with my tongue, hoping to get it as wet and aroused as possible.

She moaned when I finally removed my tongue and stood up. Leaning across her, I pulled a tube of lubricant from the medicine cabinet and slathered it onto my throbbing penis. I rubbed a glob onto her tight hole for good measure.

With my hand around the base of my cock, I guided it toward her pinched exit. I gently pushed my swollen head into her ass and watched in wonder as my white prick disappeared into a real black hole.

I continued to watch as I pushed in deeper, the gel pooling around my cock where her butt clung tightly to me. Soon I was inside her completely and she grunted when I came to a halt.

"Now," I told her, "I'll stop."

"Oh, no," she cried, her eyes closed tight. "Take it out. Please, take it out."

I retreated, but not fully and Ruthie sighed with relief. I pushed in again forcefully and she howled. With my pace steadily increasing, I fucked her taut ass.

"No," she begged with each penetrating thrust, but as I continued her plea soon became, "Yes. Yes. Yes!"

Faster and faster I pushed, watching her tits flop madly under her.

"Don't stop," she told me through clenched teeth and I kept going.

I reached under and held Ruth's firm belly as it swung to our rhythm. I felt myself getting close and shoved even harder. Her gigantic tits jumped and flopped and bounced crazily.

Ruthie exploded unexpectedly and fell to her elbows, mashing her breasts onto the counter, as her arms gave out. Her ass clamped down on my cock like a pit-bull and wouldn't let go. She threw her hips left and right and I had no choice but to follow, my dick still in her. With an audible pop, my dick sprang free as my eruption began.

My spunk splashed wetly onto Ruth's shiny skin, pooling white at the base of her spine. I pulled her up by her shoulders and watched as my semen dripped down her ass and legs onto the floor.

I pressed my body against her and reached around under her hanging gut. My hands found her muff and rubbed passionately. She clung to the counter as I increased my pace. Her pussy was slick and warm and my fingers fumbled at her stiff clit. My cock and thighs pressed into her backside and were sticky with my own cum as she exploded a second time. Her legs wobbled and she held onto the sink desperately. I slid my wet hands up across her belly, leaving a shiny trail and palmed her heaving chest happily.

"I told you to stop," she said smiling.

"I'll stop," I told her, turning her around and guiding her to her knees. She groaned at the effort but gazed eagerly at my erectness.

"Oh, you're a mess," she told me reaching for a wet washcloth. Slowly and methodically, she cleaned my stiff penis with warm water and kisses. Once she was confident she had done a good job, her lips wrapped around my expectant prick. Opening her mouth wide, she swallowed my cock again and again, pulling at its mushroomed head with her thick lips as she pumped me vigorously.

I bent to grab her breasts and mashed them in my hands while my cock ducked in and out of Ruth's warm mouth.

I felt a tremor and told Ruthie I was about to cum. She pulled me out abruptly and jerked on my prick with her hand.

"On my titties," she told me, "I want it on my titties."

There was no arguing the point and my load burst onto her waiting chest. She continued to pump my prick, taking the occasional lick, until I was dry. She struggled to her feet and I could only stare in amazement.

Earlier she had said I was a mess, but she looked worked over – in a very good way. Her hair was mussed wildly, her magnificent tits were dripping with my spunk and so were her ass and the backs of her legs. Her thighs and stomach were wet with her own juices and sweat trailed visibly over the breast rolls under her soft arms.

I began slowly rubbing my cum into her chest like lotion and she leaned heavily on the counter. I squeezed and rubbed her tits attentively.

"I'm going to miss you," I said, "If you ever need anything ..."

"They just titties," Ruthie told me, guessing correctly I was talking directly to them.

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Ruth went back to her husband and we rarely heard from her; he was uncomfortable knowing she had spent time with us during their separation. My wife and I hung in there for a couple more years, but eventually divorced. Ruth is no longer "family," but I think about her often and, having put these tales to paper, I have decided to try to contact her.

I'll let you know if anything comes of it ...