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Ruthie Throws an Orgy Ch. 01

By: Boxlicker101



For background on this story, see "Ruthie Calls on Me" and "We Swank It Up with Pamela".

Ruthie's ship has come in. Not literally, of course, but she has inherited the fortune her miserly parents stashed away throughout their lifetimes. Both well into their seventies and in poor health already, they contracted pneumonia after trying to reduce expenses by not heating their house during the coldest part of the year, and they died because they refused to spend any money on medical treatment. They both died intestate because, if anybody ever suggested writing their wills, they always answered something like "God's will is the one that will be done, and who are we to advise Him?" As a result, Ruthie, whom they had named Ruth, from the Bible, inherited everything as their only offspring.

After her oldest friend, Pamela, and I helped her find out just how great sex should be, Ruthie had harbored a grudge against her parents and husband, because they had kept her from finding out earlier. However, after the death of her parents, Ruthie was able to forgive them, for they had truly believed they were doing what was best for her. Following what she knew would have been their wishes, she arranged the inexpensive early morning funeral that had been paid for in advance. They were buried on a Thursday morning in the double grave with a double headstone they had also paid for in advance. 

For her husband, though, who was a deacon in her parents' church and had been 50 years old at the time of their wedding, Ruthie had nothing but hatred and contempt. One day after her eighteenth birthday, as soon as it was legally possible and at the insistence of her parents, she had married him. Her sanctimonious bridegroom broke her maidenhead a week later, having waited for her most fertile time. Every month after that he made another attempt to impregnate her, always on the night he was most likely to succeed. In between these attempts, he felt he had a duty, mandated by his distorted version of the Bible, to be abusive, both physically and verbally. 

Ruthie, knowing something was very wrong, and not wanting to be trapped forever in a rotten marriage, thwarted him by taking the birth control pills she had secretly obtained. After a few years, she had come to realize that her husband had no affection for her at all and no actual interest in her except as a baby factory and as a way to get to the money he knew her parents had. I am extremely happy to say that periodically making love with me, with the assistance and connivance of Pam, had helped Ruthie survive the abuse until, after the death of her parents, she finally reached a point where she was able to take full control of her own life. 

After making the arrangements with the mortuary and cemetery, Ruthie had contacted me and asked me to drive to the cemetery and meet her there at a pre-arranged place by the driveway. Immediately after the internment, she sneaked away to join me so I could take her to my house, which was where she felt the safest. Although she might have conversed with her husband during the ride to the church, and possibly there or at the cemetery, the only communication she intended to have with him after the funeral was over would be through her lawyer when her "asshole husband", to use her words, was served with divorce papers.

On the way to my house, we chatted about mutual friends, especially Pamela, who had arranged our first meeting and had been there for her whenever she was needed. Just before we arrived, Ruthie's pretty face got serious and she looked straight into my eyes and called on our long and very intimate friendship. 

"George, you know I'm never going back to my asshole husband, and never want to even see him again, except in Divorce Court, and as soon as possible there. My parents are dead and I've gotten over my grudge against them. In their own way, they thought they were doing the right thing, but I will never, ever forgive that asshole for the way he abused me and tried to use me. No way am I ever going back to his house, and right now, I don't really feel up to going to my parents' house, which is my house now, I guess. I do want to go there tomorrow morning, though, because I know they kept a lot of money stashed around the house and I want to look for it.

Can I stay in your house with you tonight? I need to ask you some questions and I want you to show me something anyhow. I still have a lot to learn, now that I will no longer ever have to worry about that asshole. In fact, I'd like you to show me something now, since here we are at your house." She made that last comment just as we were pulling into my driveway. I didn't know exactly what she had in mind but I was reasonably sure she wanted to make love because it had been about three weeks since the last time we had been together and we had been forced to cut our love-making short that time.

"Of course, Ruthie. You know you are always more than welcome in my house, tonight and as long as you want. My house is your house." I was completely serious in that offer, although there was some question in my mind as to what Ruthie wanted, just a place to crash for a few days, making love during that time, or if she was looking for something really long term. She is one of the sweetest persons I know and I would very much enjoy having her stay with me for a few days or a few weeks but I wasn't looking for a permanent or long term significant other.

Once in the house, after removing her cheap shoes, hat and coat and throwing them on the closet floor, Ruthie looked around, smiling. She has many happy memories involving my house, and I have just as many happy memories with her. Many of them are sexual ones, but I had always been someone to talk to and a broad shoulder for her, and we had developed genuine fondness, almost a romantic love, for each other. When she started walking toward my bedroom, she reminded me, "Remember how, every time I came to see you, I would be in such a hurry that I would be taking my clothes off in the hallway? Thank God those days are over now."

She turned around in front of my bedroom door and held out her arms for me. We hadn't had time for a proper greeting earlier at the cemetery, because she had been in such a hurry to get away from her husband. Ruthie had been apprehensive on the drive from there, worried that somebody might have seen us leave and be following us, and I had to be careful driving in traffic. We were finally able to make up for that. We hugged; she relaxed in my arms and we kissed, affectionately the first two times but passionately the many times after that. 

Ruthie held my hand and we walked into the bedroom together, stopping at the foot of the bed where we resumed kissing. "You have shown me some wonderful things in this room, George, and today, I want you to show me something else. Until now, I have always been afraid to have you fuck my pussy, even though I really wanted you to, because your cock might have stretched me or I might have learned a reaction that would have made the asshole suspicious. That's all in the past; I don't have to worry about him anymore. Today, for the first time in my life, I want to get a real cock in my pussy."

"Of course, but before my cock is in your pussy, I want my tongue to be there, long enough for you to cum at least once, maybe twice. Like you said, we don't have to watch the clock today."

"Once is enough, and again from your cock. And tonight, I hope we can make love some more, and then snuggle up together to sleep. I've never done that, snuggled up with anybody. My asshole husband thinks that any kind of contact between man and woman, even a married couple, is sinful unless they are trying to 'make babies', and then it is a necessary evil. My God, am I glad I'm going to be getting rid of him." 

As she was talking, Ruthie pulled off her dowdy, shapeless dress and looked at it in distaste. "This came from a rummage sale yesterday," she told me. "He thought I needed something new to wear to the funeral and this was his idea of new." She tossed the offending dress aside as if she never wanted to see it again. 

Since her husband always wanted her to be "decent" Ruthie was wearing heavy cotton stockings, a slip, an industrial-strength bra and very voluminous panties which, except that they were pink, reminded me of the polka-dotted panties worn by Minnie Mouse in comic books I used to read as a child.

I had also removed my shoes at the door and I tossed my suit coat and tie onto a chair in the corner. As I approached Ruthie, I made a suggestion. "When you have been here before, you always undressed yourself and I undressed myself because it was faster. Since we're not in any hurry, it's more fun to undress each other." When I finished making my suggestion, we hugged and, while we were kissing, Ruthie started clumsily unbuttoning my shirt. I waited for her to finish the buttons and pull it off me, and to peel my undershirt off over my head.

Bare to the waist, I took hold of the hem of Ruthie's slip and she raised her arms so I could pull it off and discard it on top of the dress. Next was her bra and I kissed her as I reached around her to unfasten its multiple hooks and pull it off. The purpose of the bra had been to restrain her breasts and keep them motionless, lest she arouse lust in some observer. I had never spent much time licking or sucking them because they were less sensitive than most women's and we had usually been in too much of a hurry. On that day, though, I decided that I would spend more time there, for my fun if nothing else, and I hoped that she would get pleasure from it too. I gently held one of them in my hand and kissed her small, pink nipple.

Ruthie wasn't through kissing my mouth yet, so she lifted my face to press her lips against mine, and to squeeze her tongue into my mouth, which I opened for her. When she pulled away, she said, "We have all day, George, and I want you to kiss me there and lick me there but I want us to take our time, and to really make love like we have never been able to do before." We continued hugging and kissing, me in my pants and Ruthie wearing only her heavy stockings and her comical panties.

When she was ready, Ruthie turned around and looked at the bed. I had expected her to want to come here with me after the funeral so I had made the bed with clean sheets and no other bed cover. Being early February, the weather outside was still cold but the bedroom was warm so we wouldn't be needing any covering over ourselves and it would just get in the way. She turned around, kissed me deeply again, wrapped her arms around my neck and hoisted herself into my arms so I could lift her onto the bed. She lay in the middle of the clean sheet, with her arms raised in an invitation to me to join her. Since there was nothing else in the world I wanted to do more than that, I eagerly answered her invitation and lay beside Ruthie with my arms around her. I kissed her mouth again, our tongues also caressing each other and then her eyes and ears and down the erogenous areas in her throat. Realizing where my lips were heading, Ruthie cupped her breasts in her hands and presented them to me. 

"I know these aren't as nice as Pamela's and probably some other women's, but I hope you'll like them." Usually, my lady friends don't talk about or even mention each other but, since Ruthie and Pamela are old and very close friends and know all about each other and me, it was okay.

"I love your breasts, Ruthie. They are beautiful because they are part of you. I hope you like what I do with them."

While she held them in her hands to present them to me, I started gently licking the nearest nipple, and was pleased when I felt it start to grow and stiffen under my ministrations. Licking its twin produced the same reaction so I applied more pressure and short strokes of my tongue, using just the tip. For a long time, I continued caressing Ruthie like that, moving from one breast to the other and alternating between broad strokes and short. 

I was rewarded when Ruthie, her upper body squirming under me, murmured happily, "I love that, George. That feels so wonderful. You've never done that before."

"I know, and I have always regretted never having time because this is a normal part of making love." I pulled one of Ruthie's small globes into my mouth and started sucking on her, still caressing the nipple and areola with my tongue. 

"Oooo, that feels even better. I really like what you're doing, and I can feel my pussy starting to drip."

I really liked it too, as I changed back and forth, making love with both her breasts and smelling the juices trickling from Ruthie's pussy. Since I had always neglected them in the past, I wanted to make up for it, but her whole body was writhing and her juices were flowing more strongly so I moved on. This was hardly a sacrifice because I truly love eating Ruthie's pussy but, in the future, I would always spend time on her breasts too. Since she would be staying with me for a few days, we had all the time we needed and our future get-togethers would be unhurried also.

"Moving on" meant getting off the bed and then getting back on between Ruthie's legs. She knew what was about to happen and lifted her ass off the bed so I could remove her voluminous panties. Ruthie took them in her hands and held them up to let them wave. "Just look at these things," she said scornfully. You could use these on a sailboat. As she held the offending garment up, Ruthie noticed she was still wearing her cheap brass wedding ring. Shuddering with revulsion, she quickly pulled it off, wrapped it in the pink monstrosity I had just removed from her, and threw the bundle toward the discarded pile of her clothes. Her cotton stockings were the last thing to be added.

"I'm never going to wear any of that junk again," she announced. "Never."

With Ruthie naked, I got a pillow and she raised her ass again so I could slip it under her. With the pillow in place, she raised her legs in the air and I placed my shoulders against the backs of her thighs, wrapped my arms around her legs and prepared to feast on her beautiful pussy. As usual, before pleasuring my mouth, I pleasured my nose by breathing in the incredible aroma of what that Ruthie's pussy had been producing. It never ceases to amaze me, how wonderful her juices smell, especially because I know they taste even better. 

I proved this to myself once again by licking all the nectar from her, and thrusting my tongue into her pink love hole. Even though we had just started, she was already moaning in pleasure and her pussy was squirming. Ruthie had said that one was enough, but I knew that we would both enjoy it so much more if she had two climaxes from my eating her pussy. 

After sucking all the fresh juices from her love hole, I started probing between there and her adorable clit. Ruthie's pussy fucked harder into my face and her moans were ending in whimpers. When I probed under her inner pussy lips, I could tell she was ready to cum, so I drew her engorged clit into my mouth and started sucking, while my tongue caressed the sides and top of her precious love button. Her clit had been in my mouth for less than a minute when she started cumming.

Ruthie cums more explosively than any of my other lady friends, and this time was no exception. Her pussy was slamming so hard into my face that her ass was almost bouncing off the bed. She squeezed my temples between her thighs and her hands on the back of my head jammed my face into her fragrant wetness, not wanting me to let go. I didn't want to let go either; I wanted to keep her clit in my mouth and suck and lick on it, so my arms held tightly to her thighs while she bucked and bounced all around the bed. One of the reasons for Ruthie lying squarely in the middle is so she doesn't fall off the edge while she is cumming. After what seemed like a long time of pure pleasure for both of us, Ruthie climaxed, her whole body spasming. While she relaxed on the bed, I sucked all the delicious juice from her pussy and looked up at her smiling face.

"I'm sorry, George. That was wonderful, like it always is, but I didn't mean to cum so fast. I know you like to take a long time and so do I."

"No problem, Ruthie. We'll just take longer the second time."

The knowledge that I would be eating her pussy a second time and that she would cum again, filled Ruthie with joy. Smiling, she snuggled her head into the pillow as I resumed licking her pussy lips. Some women like to have me fuck my finger in and out of their asses while I am eating their pussies but I had never done this with Ruthie. I always expected to fuck her ass afterward and my finger seemed like a poor substitute. This time, I was going to fuck her pussy but I still decided against putting my finger in her because I knew I would need both arms to hold on to her when she started cumming for the second time. 

I hooked my upper lip over Ruthie's outer pussy lip and probed between the two labia. Starting at the place where they are close together, I was able to enjoy the soft, smooth surfaces of both her delightful labia and use considerable pressure while licking. Very slowly, taking as much time as we wanted, my tongue caressed both lips, all the way past Ruthie's clit hood and up to her mons. Because I wanted to give both of us as much pleasure as possible before Ruthie started cumming, I avoided the sweet spots I know about between her pussy lips and, of course, her clit. After licking to the end of her outer lip, I did bring my tongue back to gently fondle the top of her clit hood, but I avoided the little darling itself. After stroking with my tongue, Ruthie's pussy was already starting to fuck into my face and she was cooing her pleasure. There was a flood of fresh juices pleasing my nostrils and they pleased my taste buds even more as I licked them all up and my tongue started massaging Ruthie's other pair of labia.

Besides the movements of her pussy, Ruthie's whole body was squirming on the bed from the pleasure she was feeling. I licked the second pair of lips the same way, covering every bit of their surfaces many times. By the time I reached the end of this outer lip, Ruthie's cooing was mixed with moans. I licked her clit hood again and this time I curled my tongue underneath, and very lightly fondled the engorged love toy that was hiding there. Even though my touch was delicate, Ruthie's reaction was immediate. The movements of her body under my face became more erratic and I smelled a fresh spurt of her delectable pussy juices.

After savoring the fresh nectar, my tongue thrust into the edges of Ruthie's sweet love hole. I marveled at how tight it was and relished the thought that I would soon have my cock in there. She was moaning in pleasure by the time I finished probing the bottom and sides of her precious pink channel, and her pussy was moving so strongly that Ruthie was almost bouncing off the bed. I anticipated that she would have a monumental climax, and I knew she was close already but I didn't want to hurry anything. The next places that my tongue explored were the inner surfaces of her inner lips. I still took my time, moving from one to the other, reveling in the delightful aroma and taste of the juices that bubbled from her pussy, as I dipped my tongue in every time it passed over. By that time, her whole body was thrashing on the bed and I could barely keep my mouth where it belonged. Ruthie was ready to cum and I was almost ready to have her cum. 

Between her wet love hole and her clit is one of the most sensitive places on her pussy and I stroked Ruthie there with my tongue, both of us delighted that she was on the verge of cumming. After that, the only thing to do was enclose her swollen love toy in my mouth again and caress her with my tongue. My lips formed a seal while I sucked on her clit and both arms held onto her thighs because I expected Ruthie to cum even more explosively than usual. 


Ruthie Throws an Orgy Ch. 02



All of us completely naked, we headed for the queen-sized bed that awaited us. Pam slipped a pillow under her ass and lay on her back in the middle while Ruthie lay on the edge of the bed, close enough to watch what I was doing. As Ruthie said, this had been an educational day for her so far, and now, for the first time, she was going to see and hear another woman making love. When I got onto the bed next to Pam, I made a point of lying on the opposite side so Ruthie could have a clear view.

As usual, I started by kissing her mouth, eyes and the erogenous areas of her throat. Her pussy was already dripping but we both like it when I spend some time on Pam's breasts so I started licking one of her nipples. Because of their size and their sensitivity, I used broad strokes, painting them with my entire tongue, switching back and forth between the twin beauties. After a few minutes of licking, I wrapped my lips around one of her luscious globes. 

Cupping one lovely breast in either hand, I sucked gently while caressing her erect nipple and puffy areola with my tongue. Pam was already murmuring happily as my mouth pleasured first one then the other of her delightful mounds. Her pussy was squirming and her fresh juices were gushing. Although they were being wasted, except for pleasing my nostrils, I wasn't concerned because I know she can and does produce those delicious juices by the gallon. 

Much as we were both enjoying what my mouth and Pamela's breasts were doing for each other, we knew that even greater treats awaited both of us farther down on her body. I got off the bed and got back on, kneeling between her legs, which were raised in the air anticipating what I would be doing. "My cunt is ready for you, George," she invited me. "She really needs you to eat her." I positioned my shoulders against the undersides of Pamela's thighs but before I could wrap my arms around her, she reached underneath herself and spread her ass cheeks.

"Stick your finger in my ass," Pam asked, redundantly, because I knew what she wanted. After wetting my finger in my mouth, I slid it easily into her ass and wrapped my other arm around her thigh. "Mmmm, that feels good," Pam sighed happily and she expressed even more enjoyment when I started fucking my finger in and out of her ass. She had what seemed to be an ocean of delectable juices overflowing from her pussy and, after enjoying their delightful aroma, I enjoyed their even more delightful flavor.

After I had licked all the fresh juices from her love hole, I started licking one of her outer pussy lips. On some women, this part is almost dead but on Pam, especially when she is freshly shaven, it is very sensitive, and she immediately resumed cooing. After I had licked both outer lips all the way, including her mons, and feasted on the plentiful nectar, I started licking Pam's inner pussy lips. Even though I had just started, Pam was moaning from the exquisite pleasure and her pussy was writhing on the bed and starting to fuck up into my face. 

"Ruthie," I said. "Pam is really horny tonight. I want to eat her pussy until she cums twice and then it'll be your turn."

Ruthie was fascinated, watching what my mouth and her friend's pussy were doing for each other. "Okay, George. Take your time because I'm enjoying watching what you two are doing. I'm not as hot as Pam is right now but I'm getting there."

Still slowly plugging her ass with my finger, I probed my tongue into the lower rim of Pam's love hole, squeezing out more drops of her flavorful juices. Up the sides of that delightful place I licked, still probing the rim with my tongue, thoroughly enjoying the aroma and taste of the juices and the contrast of Pamela's dark pussy lips with the shimmering pink tissue that was the source of those juices. 

Pam encouraged me to continue with what I was doing. "I love it, George! Keep fucking my ass! Keep licking my cunt!" Because those are things that I really enjoy doing, I had no trouble following her directions. 

After thrusting my tongue into the edges of Pam's love hole and relishing the flow of fresh juices I was eliciting, my tongue started exploring under her inner pussy lips. Back and forth it moved between them, savoring her delectable fresh juices when I dipped the tip into their source. They were freely gushing, as only Pam can do. As I started from the lower ends of Pam's labia and licked and probed my way up, her moans of pleasure became louder. "I'm ready to cum, George. Suck my clit," was her demand.

I could tell she was ready to cum but before I started sucking Pam's clit, I thrust my tongue into the upper edge of her pink love hole. This indirectly stimulated her clit and started Pam's pussy ramming stronger than ever into my face. My finger continued fucking into her ass but I increased the speed of the thrusts as my tongue moved upward to caress her adorable love toy that had practically pushed its way out from under its protection. I moved my face slightly higher; my tongue pushed the rest of the hood out of the way and I closed my lips around the engorged love button that had been exposed. While I sucked on her clit, my tongue massaged the swollen sides and top.

."Oh, God. Oh, God. Yes. Yes", she crooned while my mouth concentrated on her clit, and then "Oooo, I'm cumming. I'm cumming." Her legs clamped tightly around my temples and her hands on the back of my head jammed my face into her pussy, which was fucking against my face so hard her ass was almost lifting off the pillow. When I felt her start to cum, I pulled my finger out of her ass. I wanted to use both my arms to hold onto her thighs because I knew Pam was going to give me a ride. 

A wild ride it was too, with her legs swinging back and forth while Pam rammed her pussy against my face. I held onto her legs and kept my mouth firmly around her clit, sucking on it, while my tongue fondled the little charmer. Pamela continued cumming for several minutes and both of us enjoyed every second of it until she climaxed, arching her back and thrusting her pussy into my face for a last time. After that, she relaxed onto the bed and, although I couldn't see her face, I know she was smiling. 

As usual, Pam had produced what seemed to be gallons of juices while she was cumming, and I enjoyed licking off and swallowing ever delicious drop. When I had devoured it all, I started licking her outer pussy lip again, reveling in the feel of her silky skin on my tongue. She knew I was going to eat her pussy a second time and Pam prepared to enjoy every second of it, all the way to the pleasure of another orgasm.

"George, I really love the way you eat my cunt and the way your finger fucks my ass. You're right; I am really horny and I need it again." After she said that, Pamela reached under herself and spread her ass cheeks for me again.

Knowing how much Pam likes to have big, thick cocks and sometimes other thick things in her ass, I twisted my index and middle finger together, lubricated them with my saliva by spitting on them and started to insert the combination in her waiting ass. The tip of the middle finger slipped in easily and I started swiveling the paired fingers to get them all the way in, the way I knew Pam would enjoy them the most. 

When she felt that it was two fingers entering her, Pamela loudly expressed her appreciation. "Yeah, George, that feels really good. Stick it all the way in my ass." Still twisting my fingers back and forth, I penetrated Pamela's ass all the way to my knuckles and once they were all the way in, I fucked them in and out, still swiveling them. The combined base of my two fingers was about the thickness of an ordinary cock and stretched Pam's ass the way a cock would. She enjoyed it so much that her upper body was already squirming on the bed and fresh juices were running from her love hole. I devoured them and started licking between the inner and outer pussy lips on one side.

Starting below Pamela's love hole, I licked the silky skin between her two lips and the surfaces of the labia themselves, and when my tongue reached the point where the lips are close together, I probed the seam between them. My tongue traveled slowly, covering all the area many times over, all the way to where the inner lip ends and past that to the end of the outer lip and beyond, even licking Pamela's mons. I tremendously enjoyed the texture of the soft, clean-shaven skin on my tongue and feeling the way Pam's pussy was moving. Everything felt and smelled and tasted so good that I wanted to take a long time so I stayed away from her clit for a while.

Still slowly fucking my fingers into Pamela's ass, twisting with every stroke, I treated the other pair of pussy lips the same way, once again licking all the way to her mons, down one outer pussy lip and then down the other. Pam's upper body was writhing in front of me and she was cooing happily from the great time my mouth and fingers were giving her and, if my mouth hadn't been so busy, I would have sounded the same from the pleasure she was giving me. Another ocean of fresh juices was waiting, some even flowing out and soaking into the sheets. Before the three of us went to bed for the purpose of sleeping, I knew we would need to change the bed because Pam had already soaked the sheets with her delightful juices, and I knew more would be produced.

Nobody was thinking about sleep for now, though, because Pam and I were both enjoying ourselves so much and Ruthie knew it would soon be her turn. The lower rim of Pamela's love hole was the next place for my tongue and, as I thrust there, I could taste more of her delightful juices squirting out into my mouth. Her cooing had mostly turned to moans of pleasure and her upper body had gone from writhing to thrashing around on the bed. While I probed the lower edge, my chin was almost resting on the hand that was thrusting and twisting its fingers into Pamela's ass so I had to bend my wrist slightly. After my tongue started on the side edges, I was able to straighten out my hand out and keep my fingers moving in and out.

"George, my cunt and my ass really love what you are doing but I hope you don't forget what my clit likes you to do," Pam reminded me. I was well aware of how much Pam loved what I was doing and I also knew what her clit likes and I would be doing that soon but I still wanted my tongue to visit some other places and bring even more pleasure to both of us. 

The first of these other places was the upper rim of Pam's pink love hole and I thrust my tongue into her there, relishing the flavor and stimulating her adorable clit. She moaned and thrashed and fucked her pussy hard into my face. From Pamela's love hole, I licked and probed higher until my tongue was thrusting against her engorged love toy, before moving my mouth even higher and enveloping that little darling, clamping the base with my lips and sucking gently. While sucking, I caressed the swollen sides and top of Pamela's precious clit with my tongue.

For several minutes I continued sucking and licking Pamela's love button and fucking my fingers into her ass, until she cried out delightedly, "Oooo, I'm cumming. I'm cumming." 

Her pussy was still fucking into my face and she grabbed the back of my head to get my mouth and her clit even closer. Pamela's legs squeezed my temples and thrashed around, swinging from side to side, imprisoning my head with my face still pressed into exactly where we both wanted it. "Ahhhh," Pam crooned for as long as she continued cumming, and I held tightly to one thigh and kept my lips clamped on her clit. The muscles in her ass had clenched tightly as soon as she started cumming, holding my fingers in place so I left them there until Pam was through.

When she climaxed, it was with one last great thrust of her pussy into my face, followed by sagging back onto the bed. Her legs released my head and one of them fell off my shoulder onto the bed while the other one remained draped across my back. Pamela's hands let go of me and sprawled out at her sides as she totally relaxed. Fresh cum juices were pouring out of her pussy to tempt me. Some of them would need to be left to perform their natural function because I knew Pamela would want to fuck next, and so would I, but I licked up and swallowed everything that had spilled out onto her thighs, crotch and pussy lips, and there was still plenty left. 

Ruthie had gotten really turned on watching and, knowing Pam had climaxed twice, wanted and expected to have her turn next. Rather impatiently, she waited for her friend to regain her strength and move so she could take her place under my mouth. Pam knew what Ruthie wanted but she wasn't through yet. "Ruthie," she said, "I know you want George to eat your pussy, and I don't blame you because it is really great, but I need his cock in my cunt too."

"My pussy is a little sore from George stretching me earlier today. It was really great and I want to do a lot more of it but not tonight. I was hoping George could eat my pussy to take away the soreness and because I need to cum one more time." 

"Not a problem," I suggested. "Pam, we can fuck cowgirl style and, Ruthie, you can sit on my face while I eat your pussy that way."

"Sit on your face?"

"Yes. Watch how Pam gets on top of me and you do the same thing on my mouth. There is one thing, though. Pam, when Ruthie cums, she really gets excited, even more than you, and that is going some. Can you hold onto her and steady her so she doesn't pitch herself off the bed?"

"Sure, George. No problem. I like to help Ruthie cum."

That was certainly the truth. Years earlier, when Ruthie was suffering from chronic headaches, caused by her miserable marriage and lack of any sex life worth having, Pam had lovingly tricked her friend into having her pussy eaten by me, saying I was a famous "faith healer" who could cure her headaches. In a way, she was right, because I had barely started licking her outer lips when Ruthie had a tremendous climax, and her headache was gone, and never returned.

After she realized what she had been missing, she hated her parents, only forgiving them after their deaths, and hating her husband even more. From that time on, Ruthie arranged to come over to my house for more of the same every time she could get away, and Pam had helped her in making arrangements and excuses and providing transportation. That was why Ruthie talked of owing an enormous debt of gratitude to Pam and me, and she wished she could repay us. We had always disagreed, insisting we were glad to help and Ruthie owed us nothing. 

In preparation, I lay on my back and Pam straddled my legs, taking my cock into her mouth for a few strokes. This was partly to be sure I was good and stiff, partly to get my shaft wet so the condom would go on easily, and mostly because she liked the feel of my cock in her mouth. With her saliva as a lubricant, Pam rolled the condom on me and, with Ruthie watching interestedly, prepared to mount me. While I held my cock in place, Pam used her fingers to spread her labia and lifted herself over me to slip the head of my cock into her pussy. She smiled as she felt it spread her lips and eased down a little more. Smiling even more broadly, Pam slowly stroked up and down, taking more and more of my shaft until it was all inside her, my pubic hair tickling her smooth pussy. 

Pam took a few more strokes up and down. "Your cock feels really good in my cunt, George. Okay, Ruthie, get his face between your legs." Ruthie did as Pam instructed, straddling my face, her knees on either side of my jaw and her calves under my arms so my hands could curl up and caress the beautiful ass that had been the object of Pam's affectionate envy. 

Before my mouth got buried in Ruthie's pussy, and while I could talk, I suggested to Ruthie how she could get the most out of it. "Move around all you want because I will lick anything I can reach with my tongue. Let yourself go wild because Pam and I won't let you fall off the bed." That last suggestion wasn't really necessary because Ruthie always goes wild. Even so, I wanted to reassure her that we would watch out for her.

She moved forward so her pussy covered my mouth and I started licking everything in range. My hands were gently on her ass cheeks with my fingers curled inside her cleft but not touching her adorable rosebud. Although I couldn't see what I was doing, my tongue knows Ruthie's pussy about as intimately as it can ever know any place, and I knew I was starting to lick the outer edge of an outer pussy lip. As my tongue and Ruthie's pussy started mutually delighting each other, Pam resumed stroking up and down, so her pussy and my cock were also giving each other pleasure. All three of us merrily settled in to this round of making love. Once again, I was happy that I had refilled my Viagra prescription and that it was working so well.

All my lady friends know that I use Viagra and Pam was also happy about how well it was working. The first strokes of her pussy on my cock were slow with the minimum of contact with her clit. There would be much more later, but Pam likes to start slowly and make it last. She set the pace and I matched it, thrusting my cock all the way into her every time I felt her pussy moving down to envelop me. With every stroke, she cooed happily.

I couldn't coo because my mouth was busy pleasuring Ruthie's pussy but I was certainly enjoying myself. Pam was completely in control of what my cock and her pussy were doing and she knows how to get the most fun for me and for herself. Ruthie was squirming on top of my face but keeping good contact between herself and my mouth, with my hands on her hips to help her. Having her pussy eaten in this position was another new experience for her and she was enjoying every caress of my tongue, already cooing and murmuring happily, with her pussy thrusting into my face and secreting the juices that taste so good.

Pam was producing her usual flood of juices too, and it was running down my legs and crotch and soaking into the lower part of the bed, and down my chest and shoulders and soaking into the upper part of the bed. The juices still inside her made a very pleasant squishing noise as Pam stroked her pussy up and down on me and I thrust my cock in and out, matching her pace. The squishing sounded good, but not as good as the moaning and sighing that had replaced her cooing as she enjoyed the feel of my shaft surging into her. Pam knows what she likes and how to truly enjoy herself with my cock so I did not concern myself much with what she was doing, concentrating instead on what my tongue and Ruthie's pussy were doing for each other.

What I was doing just then was caressing the top of Ruthie's clit hood with my tongue and I could feel the shivers of excitement that were running through her body. "George, that feels really wonderful, even better than usual," she told me while fucking down against me. My hands on her ass held her in place but not so tightly that she couldn't grind her pussy into my face while her hips rocked from side to side and she enjoyed herself immensely. Pam was also ready to hold her friend steady on top of me and keep her from falling. Ruthie knew this and let herself go, giving in completely to the exquisite pleasure of having her pussy eaten in this different way.

Pam wasn't quite ready to let herself go because she wanted to help Ruthie cum first, before reaching her own orgasm. Although she was moving up and down, taking my cock all the way into her pussy and moaning, from the pleasure, she was leaning forward for all her strokes, minimizing the contact between my cock and her clit. When she was ready to cum, after Ruthie had climaxed, Pam would lean more back, increasing the contact, and fuck faster until she also started to cum. I would cum last, which is normal when I make love with one of my lady friends.




Ruthie Throws an Orgy Ch. 03



When Ruthie unlocked the door and the three of us entered, we were met by a loud buzzing. She stepped over to a keypad on the wall and punched in a numerical code to shut off the alarm, because that was what the buzzing was. Looking at the keypad, Ruthie pondered, "Mr. Big Fat Asshole knows the code to this alarm so I'd better reprogram it so that if he comes over here and breaks in, he won't be able to shut it off and the cops will bust him." 

A few minutes later she told Pam and me, "The new code is the last four digits of George's telephone number. That would be really neat, if the cops came here and hauled Old-Holier-Than-Thou off to jail for breaking and entering, wouldn't it?"

We started searching in the bedroom that had been her parents'. After hauling everything out of the closet and dumping it on the bed, Ruthie made a quick decision. "I will either throw this stuff away or donate it to the church for a rummage sale or to give to the poor. That's what my parents would have wanted. I will follow some of their wishes, or what I think would have been their wishes, but not very many. George, can you get down that box from the end of the shelf?"

I reached up, brought down a large cardboard carton from the shelf, and set it on the cheap wooden dresser next to the closet. The carton was heavily wrapped in packaging tape so Ruthie went to the kitchen and got a knife to open it. As she cut through the tape, Pam and I gathered around to watch, wondering what treasure, or what trash, awaited us. We were all disappointed because, after Ruthie opened the box, it seemed to be full of old newspapers.

"Why would they wrap up old newspapers like that?" Pam wondered.

"They wouldn't," I replied, and removed the layer of newspaper in the box. Under it were bundles of greenbacks, mostly seeming to be twenties and hundreds.

"Oooee," Pam exclaimed. "I have never seen money like that."

"How much do you think it is?" Ruthie asked. "Thousands. Maybe millions."

I reached in, pulled out a bundle of greenbacks and riffled through it. "Closer to millions than to thousands, I would say. This bundle is all hundreds, and there must be at least a hundred of them here. That means just this one bundle of bills is ten thousand dollars and it's just a small part of the total volume. I would say at least a million, maybe ten times that."

Ruthie was amazed. "You really think this might be ten million dollars?" Her voice rose in awe as she said the number.

"Your guess is as good as mine," I answered. "However much it is, it's a lot. And, it's all yours, Ruthie."

"Are you sure of that? Can my asshole husband claim any of it?"

"He has no legal claim," I told her. As an author, I do odd bits of research on any number of subjects, including legal matters. "Even though this is a community property state, that only applies to earned income. Your inheritance from your parents is all yours, and nobody else has any claim on it."

"Good. That asshole never bought me anything worth keeping and I don't want to keep anything he did buy and I don't want him to have anything of mine. If you don't mind, though, I will ask the lawyer about it when we see him this afternoon." 

"Good idea but do you want to stop or keep looking? There might be another box like this somewhere."

"Let's look a little more, then go to the bank. I want to come back her tomorrow anyhow and we can go everywhere with a fine-tooth comb."

A quick search of the other rooms, which were Spartan in their furnishings, yielded nothing and we were almost ready to start for the bank when Pam made a suggestion. "Is there an attic or a crawl space under the house? Those would be good places to stash money too."

"There's an attic and a crawl space and the entrances to both are in the same closet where we found the box of money."

Back to the bedroom we went, to where the box of money was still sitting on the dresser, and Ruthie pointed out the trapdoor in the ceiling and the one in the floor of the closet. 

"Do you have a stepladder?" I asked.

"I think there's one in the garage but I don't have a key to it. We don't have a flashlight either and we'll need one to look in either place."

"Hold on," I told Ruthie. If you sit on my shoulders, you can open the trap door and have a quick look around. It's probably too dark up there but you might see something if it's near the opening."

I bent down; Ruthie climbed on my shoulders and Pam helped me to my feet. I thought about her marvelous pussy behind the fabric of her jeans and panties, and Ruthie's thought were along the same lines. "George, did you ever wish you had a mouth in the back of your neck?"

"Not until now and, since I don't, we will have to wait until this evening and I'll be able to use the one in my face."

Pam giggled. "You guys are disgusting," she said, but we all knew she was looking forward, as much as Ruthie and I, to making love again that night.

Ruthie pushed open the trap door and looked around in front of her face. "Nothing up here but dust. Turn around, George, and let me see behind me."

I did, still thinking about her pussy pressed against the back of my neck and wondering what it would feel like to carry her around naked on my shoulders. "Hey!" she called out. "Here's something. Back up a bit, George."

I did, and Ruthie suddenly seemed heavier, and then there was a dusty white plastic garbage bag passing down in front of my face. Pam took it, set it on the floor and then supported Ruthie's weight so I could bend down and let her dismount. When she did, I straightened up and put my hands affectionately on her, thinking about how good Ruthie's ass looked in her designer jeans. Pam dragged the plastic bag into the bedroom and we let Ruthie open the drawstring top.

"My God," she exclaimed. "There's even more here," as she pulled the drawstrings all the way open and opened the top. All three of us looked into the plastic bag. Ruthie was right. In volume, at least, there was more money in the bag than there was in the carton. 

"I think we'd better head to the bank now," Ruthie said and she got no argument from either Pam or me.

Ruthie did not want to go to the bank where she and her asshole husband were known so she decided on a large institution that had a branch in a nearby shopping mall. When the three of us, dusty and sweaty, walked in and stopped at the desk marked "New Accounts", the young twit behind the desk looked down his nose at us, and our cardboard box and plastic garbage bag, and asked, "Yes? Can I help you please?"

It was Ruthie's show so she answered. "I'd like to open an account here."

"Yes, Madam. Will that be checking or savings?"

"Checking definitely and savings too, I think. Maybe some other kinds later but checking and savings for now."

"Yes, Madam," the bored man answered, getting out a pad of forms. "Your name, please?"

Ruthie answered that and some other questions and he wrote down the information. I was rather glad to see that she listed the address and telephone number of her late parents as hers although I was really enjoying her company in my house. "That telephone number will be my permanent one but for now, I can be reached at this other one," Ruthie added, telling him my number. 

After recording the information, the bank employee asked, "What will be your beginning deposit?" He started to hand Ruthie a brochure detailing the benefits of various types of accounts when she replied.

"I don't know. Whatever is in this box and bag." Pam was carrying the carton and I was carrying the bag and she tipped the cardboard box up over the desk and dumped out a pile of bundles of money, ants and mouse droppings. There have been times when I have wished I somehow had a built-in video camera in my forehead to record the reactions of people, and this was one of those times. The young man, looking at probably more actual money than he had ever seen before, even though he was a bank employee, gawked, and leaped to his feet.

"Excuse me, please. I will get the manager to help you." He scurried away and returned a few minutes later with an older, puzzled looking man in tow.

"My name is Richard Bloom and I am..." Mr. Bloom stopped short when he saw the pile of currency on the desk. "I'm the branch manager," he continued. "Are we on 'Candid Camera' or something?"

"No, Mr. Bloom," Ruthie answered. "I just want to deposit this money in your bank."

"Come into my office and we'll take care of it there. You too, Mr. Jenkins," he said to the young man. As other bank employees and customers stared, Pam and Ruthie and I crammed the money back into the box and all of us followed Mr. Bloom into his office. I was wondering what would be the reaction when I dumped out the money from the plastic garbage bag, which was probably even more than what was in the box.

"Start sorting this by denomination," he told the young man. "I will get some people to help you." Mr. Bloom turned to Ruthie and said, "If you like, you and your friends can check the stacks of currency to see that they are sorted properly. We'll do the actual counting by machines we have for that purpose." He suddenly realized that he was addressing the woman who was probably his bank's richest depositor and her friends. Mr. Bloom offered us coffee or whatever we wanted. We all accepted his offer because it had been a busy day.

Four more employees came into the office and, after getting over their initial shock, started sorting the money, mostly hundreds and twenties with some fifties, as Ruthie, Pam and I watched and checked on their accuracy. They were adept at handling currency and made no mistakes. Another employee brought in a device which would be used to count the individual bills and as the stacks of currency grew, the money was counted and recorded. Mr. Bloom watched in happy amazement, seeing his newest depositor become richer and richer.

The work went quickly and the original pile was dwindling until I added the contents of the garbage bag. When they saw that the counting was going to take much longer than they had expected, the bank employees began to tire until Mr. Bloom sent the most junior staff member out for pizza and coffee and sodas for everybody, including Pam, Ruthie and me. Revitalized by the free lunch and the branch manager's promise of overtime pay without working any later than usual, the employees finished the task by three o'clock. Ruthie's checking account had a balance of a nice, round one million dollars and her savings account contained just over ten million. Mr. Bloom suggested a meeting the following week to decide ways of investing what he called "the monies" that would be more advantageous to all parties. An appointment was scheduled for the following Tuesday. Pam would probably be at work but I expected to accompany Ruthie.

Largely because criminal enterprises have to operate mainly in cash, processing such a large volume of currency involves certain formalities but Ruthie had no trouble explaining to her questioners the source of the money. "Most of it was from the sale of my grandfather's property," she explained. After he died, my parents sold everything and they withdrew everything from the banks where he had it deposited. They didn't trust banks so they kept it hidden in the house. I've always known it was there, since I was a little girl, but I never knew it was this much. Wow! More than eleven million dollars."

.Her interrogators were fascinated by Ruthie's tale of her parents stashing this fortune in their home, like a real-life Scrooge McDuck stashing money in his vault. Most of the bills had never been circulated and had consecutive serial numbers so those were quickly checked against lists of stolen money and other currency involved in criminal activity, with negative results. Since records of the transactions Ruthie had described would be easily available, nobody had any more questions to ask, and Pam and I left with the very rich Ruthie, who seemed just as sweet, and no different than the old Ruthie. We even had a few minutes to spare before her appointment with the divorce lawyer.

The printing on the frosted glass door said James Howell, Attorney at Law. Pam had brought us there and she opened the door to let us into a functional and unpretentious office. A pretty brunette stood up to greet us when we entered. 

"Hi, Pam. Nice to see you again." The two women hugged, and kissed each other's cheeks. They were obviously good friends. 

Pam introduced us to Fumiko, who shook hands with me and with Ruthie. "Jim is waiting for you," she told us. "He's expecting you so go on in."

Jim stood up, walked around his desk, and hugged Pam very tightly and kissed her soundly on her lips. It was obvious they were VERY good friends. Jim is tall, has green eyes and is fair-skinned, with blonde hair. I was apprehensive about this because I know Pam is very attracted to men who look like him and they obviously had some kind of an affair going. I hoped he was a good lawyer, not just someone that she enjoyed in bed. I was glad to learn later that he is both.

After paying a retainer, writing the first check from the packet she had gotten from the bank, Ruthie described her situation and explained why she wanted to divorce her husband. While she talked, Jim took notes, especially when she described the physical abuse throughout the marriage. She finished by saying, "All I want to do is to dump this asshole and get my life started."

"You can call him an asshole now and it sounds like a good description but don't call him that in court. I take it you want to ditch him with the least fuss and bother. Is that right?"

"Yes, but I also don't want him to get his greedy paws on any of my money." Ruthie went on to describe what had happened at her house and the bank that morning. "He can't get any of it, can he?

"No." The lawyer then told Ruthie the same thing as I had told her earlier.

She blushed and turned to me. "Sorry, George. I believed you but I just wanted to make absolutely certain." 

"No problem. Nothing wrong with asking a professional."

Jim then added something I hadn't considered. "Not only does he have no claim on anything you have inherited from your parents, you have a claim on half of what you and he have acquired during your marriage. Does he have any valuable property that has been acquired since you were married?"

"He bought a house a few months after the wedding and he bought a new car three years ago. The car is paid for and he has been paying off the mortgage on the house as fast as he can. The asshole has never bought me anything decent because he spends all his money on house payments, once he had the car paid for."

"How did he get the money to pay for the car and to make payments on the house?"

"He earns good money as a big shot at an insurance company."

"Then it isn't his money. It's your money, that is, his and yours. You own half the car and half the equity in the house. You can make him sell them and split the proceeds with you. That's after you drag his name through the mud in divorce court. Do you have any proof of the physical abuse? Any medical reports or witnesses?"

"George and Pam have seen the bruises. It always happened at home and he never let me go to the doctor afterward, even though it was really painful sometimes. He always referred to the beatings as 'God's punishment'. Mostly, he would punch me in the body and the marks were covered by my clothes. He always made me wear long dresses so nothing ever showed and none of my body showed either. He said he wanted me to be 'decent' but he also wanted to cover up what he did to me. One time, though, I had a medical appointment the next day and the doctor asked me about the bruises from his knuckles. I lied to her but I don't think she believed me, and she made notes about them in my records. I would love to take my asshole husband to the cleaners but I don't really need the money and I mostly just want to get rid of him."

Jim made what I considered to be a very sensible suggestion. "I think the best bet would be to demand an uncontested divorce. Your asshole husband won't be happy about it but if he doesn't agree, we'll gouge him for everything we can and give him a black eye with his sanctimonious buddies. If he does agree, he can keep everything he has because you will agree to forego your claim on the community property. How does that sound to you?"

Ruthie smiled at the lawyer's apt reference to her husband. "As much fun as it would be to have a messy divorce and smear him and rip him off for everything I can, I think I'd rather just make a quick, clean split. I don't need anything of his and I want to have as little to do with him as I can. Dumping him will hurt him plenty anyhow."

"Okay, I'll write up the proposal and what we do next depends on his response. It's too late to do it this afternoon and my assistant had to leave early today anyhow, so I will do it on Monday. I have a sneaky hope that he turns down our offer because I would also love to nail his ass." 

With his business with Ruthie concluded, at least until the following Monday, Jim turned to Pam. "Do you know the, er, informal discussions we sometimes like to have after our more formal ones?"

Pam laughed. "You mean the ones where you eat my pussy and sometimes Fumiko's, and then fuck me or her or both of us? Yeah, I really love those informal discussions. George loves discussions like that and Ruthie says she wants to start attending some like that too. Even if Fumiko isn't here, foursomes are nice." Pam turned to Ruthie. "That is what you told George this morning, isn't it?"

"Yeah, but we don't have a bed," Ruthie answered.

"We have the sofa over there and the floor and some pillows and there's a rolled up mattress in the storeroom," Pam replied. "Jim is a real stud, George, and really hung. I know you noticed that he's a guy I'd be attracted to, and you're right. Our business is done so let's have some fun."

Ruthie walked around behind Jim's desk and sat on his lap with her arm around his shoulder. "The word on the street is that you're a real stud. Do you have anything to say about that? Would you care to make a statement?"

Jim stood up, lifting Ruthie in his arms. "I'm sure I can produce evidence to prove my contentions. Suppose we go over to that sofa and discuss this matter further?"

"I hope we can discuss it informally. From what I've heard of your informal discussions, they're the best kind."

Pam and I stood up, embraced and plastered out lips together, letting our tongues get reacquainted. "Jim," she said, after we broke off the kiss, "I'm going to go to the storeroom and get the mattress and some pillows." Jim didn't answer; his mouth was too busy kissing Ruthie while his hands were unbuttoning her blouse. Her hands were busy on his clothing also.

I went with Pam; we returned with the mattress, pillows and some towels, rolled the mattress out onto the floor and lay down, kissing and holding each other tightly. Pamela has large, warm lips, seemingly designed for kissing but there are other parts of her face that are also extremely inviting to me, and I did not ignore them. Down her soft throat my lips wandered, while my hands removed her blouse. Pam knew where my lips were heading and she reached up on her back to unhook her bra, letting her lovely breasts swing free.

Jim and Ruthie had gotten a head start on us so they were both already naked above the waist and he was licking her breasts. We quickly caught up, though, and once again my tongue enjoyed the feel of Pamela's erect nipples and her nipples enjoyed the feel of my tongue. I can't murmur happily with my tongue sticking out of my mouth but Pam was making up for that.

"I love the way you lick my tits, George," she told me. "And I know I'm gonna love it when you eat my cunt." There was no hurry about getting to that point, and we were enjoying ourselves along the way.




Ruthie Throws an Orgy Ch. 04



The following morning was Saturday and once again I awoke with one of my lady friends getting up close and personal with my morning wood. Pam was slowly sucking my cock in and out of her mouth and when she looked up and saw I was awake, she held the shaft in her fingers and smiled at me. "Good morning, George. How about a little blow job to start the day off?"

Before I could answer, Ruthie interrupted. "Guys, I want to ask you a favor. Pam, I know you want to suck George off, and I expect he would enjoy it too." She was somewhat right about that. 

Ruthie continued, "But, I think we're wearing him out. He's not getting any younger, you know and, besides, I want to save it until we go to my new house again so we can make love over there."

Ruthie was even more right about that. Although the feel of Pam's mouth on my cock had been pleasant, I was really more interested just then in pissing than I was in getting sucked off. Pam took my cock out of her mouth and I went to the bathroom to take care of that need, and after I was through, the women took turns with their own needs. When everybody had finished, we all shared the shower again. I washed Pam's pussy and we decided that I would shave her there again that night. As Ruthie carefully washed off my stiffening cock, I felt much less old than she had implied. Except for that, though, we mostly used the shower to wash ourselves off to prepare to face the day. 

Ruthie had no problem about getting dressed in front of me that day because the three of us shared our nakedness. She put on another bra and panty set from Victoria's Secret, looking good enough to eat, which was one of the things I expected to do later that day in her house. Over the new under garments she put on a new sweater and jeans. Pam put on the second clean outfit that she had brought, leaving one for the next day, and I wore jeans and a long sleeved shirt. Once again, Ruthie showed off her skill in the kitchen, cooking a delicious breakfast for all of us while I made a pot of coffee. 

During breakfast, we discussed what we would be doing that day. "George, if you have a stepladder we can bring that in the back of the truck," Ruthie suggested.

"I do have one and I have a flashlight in the truck and one in the house here. Two should be enough. Do you expect to find any more money?"

"I don't know what I expect to find. Maybe a will or some other kind of document, but probably not. Mostly I want to look at the furniture and the condition of the house. Since I'm not ever going back to the hellhole where I was until a few days ago, I'll be living there now. You are really sweet, George, but I don't want to impose any more than I already have."

As usually, I protested that attitude. "Ruthie, you are not imposing on me. I really love having you here. Not only do I love your company, I love making love with you and the way you cook."

"I know, and I love being here but I really should be living in my own place."

"Ruthie, both George and I love you dearly and we'll do anything we can," Pam added. "Besides that, I like spending time with you two."

"Let's talk about it after you look over your house," I suggested. "It's pretty chilly outside and probably in the house too, especially in the morning, so we'd all better wear jackets. I'll put the ladder in the back of the truck and locate some flashlights." I didn't mention it just then but I also wanted to take some Viagra while I was hunting up the flashlights.

On the way to Ruthie's house, she speculated about what condition the house was in. "I didn't really pay that much attention yesterday. I know my parents didn't spend any money keeping the place up, but if it was good enough for them it should be okay for me. Whatever else we do, and whatever we find, I am looking forward to initiating the house as mine with some good, hot sex today."

"Me too," Pam added. "I haven't sucked off George for a long while and I was all set this morning. You're right, though. Let's initiate the place."

When we arrived, a police cruiser with its light flashing was parked in front of the house, directly behind a late model sedan. "That's my asshole husband's car," Ruthie said, pointing at the sedan. "His and mine, according to Jim Howell. I'm glad we came here yesterday and got to the money before he did. What do you think the police are doing here? Arresting him, maybe?"

We all got out of the truck and, as if in response to Ruthie's question, the front door of the house opened and a man exited. He was escorted by two uniformed police and his hands were cuffed behind him. "I was right!" Ruthie exclaimed. "It's Daniel, his asshole highness himself!" 

Ruthie, Pam and I stood beside the truck watching the prisoner walk down the porch stairs with a police officer on either side. "Ruth!" he demanded as they approached. "Where have you been? Why are you dressed like a hussy? Tell these officers that this is our property and I have a right to be here."

"This is my house, Danny-Boy, and you have no right to be here."

"How dare you address me like that!" Ruthie's estranged husband, even if he didn't know he was estranged yet, tried to step forward, possibly to attack her. Each officer had a tight grip on one of his arms; they restrained him and the neutral expressions on their faces turned to frowns as they divined his intentions. Danny-Boy, either not knowing or not caring what kind of impression he was making on the police, continued to try to assert himself.

"Officers, arrest these two people," he demanded, pointing with his chin at Pam and me. "My wife was grieving at the funeral of her parents and they abducted her and they must have brainwashed her. Yesterday, I got a box with all her clothing and even her sacred wedding ring and now they are making her look and act like a harlot."

As might be expected, the cops did not take kindly to a man in their custody, possibly a burglar, trying to boss them around, especially when he had apparently just tried to attack a woman, young enough to be his daughter but that he claimed was his wife. They also didn't like him making wild accusations. They definitely had no intention of arresting either Pam or me without an extremely good reason.

The older of the officers approached Ruthie. "Ma'am, I'm Officer Kramer and this is my partner, Officer Gomez. We had an alarm from this house and when we got here, we found a broken door in the back and saw this man ransacking the place. We went inside and apprehended him and he claims it's his house, but that he has lost his keys and the alarm malfunctioned so he couldn't turn it off. He doesn't really look or act like the usual burglar so we're hoping we can clear things up if there is any misunderstanding. What do you know about this?"

Ruthie introduced herself. She described Pam and me as her friends but did not mention our names. "For the time being, he is my husband but that is in the process of being changed. The house belonged to my parents, who died and were buried on Thursday. He was right about that part but I was not abducted. I left of my own free will; I would call it escaping from him, with the help of my friends who brought me here today. It's not our house; it's my house, according to my lawyer, and I don't want this man here. He's trespassing and I want him to leave."

Danny-Boy became even more infuriated after hearing what Ruthie had to say. He tried to step forward but was roughly yanked back by Officer Gomez, who still had a tight grip on one arm. Unable to silence Ruthie by force or intimidation, he tried to appeal to the men who had him in custody. "Officers, can't you see that my wife is out of her mind with grief? On Thursday she disappeared from the cemetery and must have been abducted by these two monsters who brainwashed her and only the Good Lord knows what else. Why else would she say such terrible things about her loving husband?"

After hearing what Ruthie had said and seeing how their prisoner acted toward her, the two officers had some doubts about how loving their prisoner was. They had even more doubts that he had any business being there, even if the house did belong to his wife. It was then that Hank Bricker arrived on the scene.

"Good morning officers. What seems to be the problem? My name is Bricker and I live next door and know all these people." He presented identification to Officer Kramer, who met him as he approached and spoke to him some distance from Danny Boy.

"Good morning, Sir," the officer replied, after checking Hank's ID. "Did you say you know all these people here?"

"I do. That's my dear friend Ruthie and the man in handcuffs is her husband. Her parents owned this house until they died very recently. The other two people are her friends, George Boxlicker and Pamela Bird. They were here with Ruthie yesterday." When he heard my name, which is not a common one, Kramer looked at me with some surprise.

It was becoming apparent to the police that they were in danger of getting involved in some kind of domestic squabble involving an estranged husband and wife, something they wanted no part of. Kramer asked Ruthie to accompany him to a place far enough away that they could talk in private. After a brief and quiet exchange, he returned and spoke with Daniel. 

"It appears this is a misunderstanding. Technically, you did commit burglary, or at least breaking and entering, but it also seems certain you thought you had a right to be here. We aren't going to hold you so turn around and my partner will uncuff you. After that, you'll have to leave."

"I'm not going anywhere without my wife," he replied after Gomez had removed the handcuffs. "Ruth, get in the car. If we pray long and hard enough together, maybe I can still save your soul."

"Danny boy, I'm not going anywhere with you," Ruthie responded. "Now, get your abusing ass off my property."

Her language scandalized Daniel and once again he tried to instruct the police to do what he considered their duty. This time, at least, he had sense enough not to try to assault Ruthie. "Officers, can't you see my wife is insane with grief? These two scoundrels have tortured and brainwashed her and now she is looking and talking and acting like a common whore. You have to arrest them so my wife and I can resume our lives."

He was making absolutely no points with the police, especially after the private conversation between Ruthie and Kramer. "Sir, I told you we are not going to arrest you but in one minute, unless you are driving away from here, we will change our minds. If nothing else, you are trespassing because you have no business being here. If your wife inherited this property from her parents, it is hers, not yours. Now leave, either in your car or handcuffed in the back seat of ours. The choice is yours."

Finally realizing he was beaten, Daniel got into his car but he made one last plea before he left. "Ruth, I will have to leave you for now but when you come to your senses and want to escape from these fiends, even Satan won't be able to stop me from coming to your rescue." Ruthie just laughed and she continued to laugh as her chastened husband drove away.

"If there's nothing else, I have to get back inside," said Hank Bricker. "I'm freezing out here." He was wearing cotton pants and a pajama shirt, apparently having just gotten out of bed.

"No sir; thank you for your help," Gomez replied, and Kramer agreed.

"Thanks Hank," Ruthie and Pam and I all said as he went back inside.

Kramer approached me and held out his hand to shake. "Mr. Boxlicker, It's a pleasure to meet you, sir. I'm one of your biggest fans."

I shook his hand and expressed pleasure at making his acquaintance. Up until then, although I had noticed he was a burly man, I hadn't taken a good look at his face. When he was closer, I noted his blonde hair and blue eyes. Pam had noticed them already and was smiling and making eye contact with him and thrusting out her very attractive chest. Kramer had noticed her also and was returning her smile, but broke the eye contact to say more to me. 

"I really admire your work on Literotica. You write the hottest stories I've ever read. Are they all true, though? Do you really get it on with all those women you write about?"

"The stories are mostly true but I do embellish a little."

"I especially love the stories about you with a bunch of people, like the Christmas caroling one. I envy the people in them and I'd love to join you sometime."

I looked at Pam and Ruthie. They could hear out conversation and they were smiling and nodding their heads to me. "I'm sure that can be arranged," I told him. "Let me have your business card and I'll keep it handy." 

He gave me his business card after first writing his home telephone number on the back, and I noted his first name was Larry. Gomez gave me his card with nothing added and they police drove away in their cruiser. 

Ruthie unlocked the door and she and Pam entered, each carrying a flashlight. I followed them, with the stepladder over my shoulder. The inside of the house was just as cold as the outside so the first thing Ruthie did was to go to the thermostat and turn on some heat. The unit was a wall furnace and we heard the whooshing sound as it started up and we stood next to it until could feel heat starting to radiate. Later, when we would be making love we expected to be naked and would want a warm house but while we were looking for money or Ruthie was inspecting the condition of the place, we would just leave our jackets on.

It seemed logical to start in the bedroom where the accesses to the crawl space and attic were. As I held the ladder, Ruthie climbed up, her pretty ass swaying above me. Watching her, I anticipated what we would soon be doing by way of initiating her new house. Memories of the good times involving Pamela or Ruthie, as well as the sight of Ruthie's ass in her tight blue jeans, were already making my cock stiff. 

While Ruthie searched the attic, Pam took the other flashlight and climbed down into the crawl space under the house. Both women were gone for several minutes until Pam emerged. "Nothing there but some old, rusty pipes and a lot of cobwebs," she reported. I helped her through the trapdoor and when she was standing back on the floor, I couldn't resist the urge to hug her closely and kiss her pretty, brown face and then her lips. 

We kissed again just as Ruthie reappeared at the trapdoor in the ceiling. "Hey, you two. No making out until I get there," she said, smiling. She was speaking somewhat in jest, but she also wanted to join us. 

Ruthie started down the ladder to join us but, instead of facing the steps, she climbed down facing toward me as I stood at the foot, waiting for her. Halfway down, she stopped and leaned forward to put her hands on my shoulders. Knowing what would happen next, I braced myself and held up my arms and when Ruthie swung herself against me, I was able to catch her and hold her. Instead of setting her on her feet, I carried her over to the bed that had been her parents'. It was still covered with the clothing that we had removed from the closet, but she cleared a space and I set her down on it. The mattress squawked at the sudden weight and Ruthie matched its cry of distress with her own. 

She got to her feet and turned around to look at the mattress and to press on it. "How could anybody sleep on this?" she marveled. 

Until then, none of us had paid any attention to its condition, but when we did, we had to wonder the same thing. After pushing more of the clothing out of the way we saw there was absolutely no padding over the springs, which stood out like mountains on a relief map. In a few places the ticking was completely worn through and metal was visible. When we turned the mattress over, the other side was worse, even having broken springs protruding through the cloth, ready to scratch or jab anybody who lay down on it.

"I couldn't even lie on this thing, let alone make love on it," Pam said and the rest of us agreed. Then we looked around at the rest of the furnishings.

The bed was made of painted metal with large patches where there was no paint. The dresser, which was the only other piece of furniture in the room, was scratched and scuffed and one drawer was missing. The floor, instead of being carpeted, was covered by a sheet of worn linoleum. "Nobody would have believed that the people who slept in this room had eleven million dollars stashed away," Ruthie observed glumly.

We walked through the other rooms in the house and Ruthie grew sadder as she observed just how her parents had chosen to exist the last years of their lives. All the furnishings were comparable to what had been in their bedroom, old, worn out, stained and ready for the junkyard. Only the living room had any carpet at all and it was badly frayed. All the other floors were covered in the same kind of worn-out linoleum as the bedroom that had been used by the owners of the house.

Ruthie put her arms around me and snuggled her head against my chest. "George, I have another really big favor I want to ask of you."

I hugged her against me. "Ruthie, I have told you a million times, you are welcome to stay with me for as long as you want. I love having you there and I consider it a privilege to share my house and bed with you."

Her gloom lifted somewhat and Ruthie smiled at me and kissed my cheek. "Thanks, George. You are a really good friend. But just until I can get this place fit to live in."

Ruthie led Pam and me to the last room to be inspected. "This was my bedroom," she told us. "As I recall, the mattress was in decent shape." 

Ruthie opened the door and we entered her former bedroom which, at first, didn't look any better than the other one had looked. A worn wooden dresser with a cloudy mirror stood against the wall. The bed was also wooden but looked too rickety for the three of us to use the way we wanted to. Ruthie could see this but she went over to the bed and pulled back the sheet that was covering the mattress and pillows. 

"Help me push the bed against the wall and pull the mattress off." We did and, with the mattress on the floor in the middle of the room, Ruthie took off her jacket, since the house was warm enough by then, lay on the mattress and rolled around, testing it.

When she was satisfied that the mattress was usable, Ruthie raised her arms and smiled at me. "Come on, George. You're not gonna make me lie in bed by myself, are you?"

Definitely I was not going to do that and I peeled off my jacket and joined Ruthie. Pam was right behind me and I lay in the center of the mattress with one arm around each lady friend, kissing them in turn. Since I expected to be lying on my back while the women and I were making love, I put the pillow under my head. The mattress was from what I call a double bed, not the queen-size we had been using in my house but it was certainly adequate for persons as affectionate as the three of us. It was probably the only piece of furniture in the entire house that was not an immediate candidate for the trash heap. 

Ruthie was on my right side and she started to unbutton my shirt while Pam began on my pants. My arms were pinned, each one under a lovely lady and I couldn't resist, even If I had wanted to, which I certainly didn't. I raised my ass off the bed so Pam could pull my pants partway down and when she got up to start untying my shoes, I took advantage of the free hand to start pulling off Ruthie's sweater. While Pam finished untying and removing my shoes and my socks, Ruthie let me sit up so she could take off my shirt and I returned the favor by pulling her sweater off over her head. I hugged her and kissed her again and reached around to unhook her bra and pull it free. 

Ruthie crouched beside me and swung her upper body to and fro so her breasts brushed against my face. While enjoying the feel of her nipples, which were already erect, against my lips and cheeks, I unfastened her belt and pants and pulled them down as far as I could. Her sheer panties were the only garment she was actually wearing and they were so soaked that her pussy stood out, a treat for my eyes as the fragrant juices were a treat for my nose. I pulled those down next and Ruthie straightened up so I could take off her shoes and pull her jeans and panties down to her ankles, allowing her to step out of both garments and kick them out of the way. She was completely naked and so was I because, while I had been removing Ruthie's clothing, Pam had been pulling off my pants and undershorts. 




Ruthie Throws an Orgy Ch. 05



On Sunday morning, I woke up as part of a naked heap. My most urgent need just then was to go to the bathroom to urinate, and I crawled out of bed at the foot to avoid disturbing my bedmates any more than I had to. When I returned after washing my hands and face, they were both awake, and took turns using the same facilities as I had. Rather than going down the hall to use the bathroom there, we all preferred the intimacy of using "our" bathroom connected to "our" bedroom, even though it sometimes meant waiting in line. 

Nobody wanted to stay out of bed to face the day just then, so we all climbed back in, snuggled up nakedly together and, giggling like a bunch of schoolgirls on a sleepover, talked about what we would be doing for the rest of the weekend. After the great love-making we had been enjoying ever since Thursday, we weren't really very interested in doing any more just then, but we expected to have another threesome before Pam left that evening.

"It's been really great with you guys," she said, smiling as she recollected how much fun the weekend had been already and how much fun we were all still having. "But I have to go back to work tomorrow morning, so I'll have to go back home tonight."

"Why don't you stay here one more night?" Ruthie suggested. "George can drive you to work in the morning. That is, if it's okay with you," she turned and asked, after having just generously volunteered my services as a chauffeur. 

"No problem. Both of us would really love to have you stay here another night. All day tomorrow too, if you want, since we'll all be going to Jim Howell's office in the afternoon."

"Okay about tonight." Pam wanted to stay anyhow and had no problem agreeing with the plan. "But, I really will have to go to work on Monday, since I was off all day on Friday. I don't want people getting the right idea about me. I'll need to do some laundry, too, so I'll have clean clothes to wear tomorrow. If you guys don't mind."

As the de-facto "lady of the house", Ruthie volunteered for that chore. "I have some things that need washing too, and I see George already had a full laundry hamper even before I got here, so I'll take care of everybody's stuff at the same time. Especially, we'll need clean bottom sheets." 

She was right about that. With Pam there, and her pussy producing such a heavy flow of those incredible juices, we had needed to change that sheet every night before curling up together to sleep. That was not a complaint; I loved the taste and the aroma of her nectar, even when it was soaked into the sheets. The problem was that sorting and washing dirty clothes sounded like a lot less fun than cuddling naked in bed together, so nobody was in any hurry to get up to start taking care of any such mundane details. 

Ruthie made an impulsive suggestion. "What if I were to go to what used to be my church today and tell everybody there what an asshole their 'beloved deacon' is? I think that would be loads of fun. What do you think?"

"It would," I agreed. "But it might also be dangerous. You know, even with the cops there, he would have attacked you yesterday, if his hands hadn't been cuffed. Danny Boy looks and sounds like a really mean and vindictive SOB and, if he had a chance, he would probably try to get some of his buddies and sycophants to help him take you back to his house for what he would call 'deprogramming'. Once he got you there, you'd be at his mercy, except he wouldn't have any." I strongly advised Ruthie that the fun wouldn't be worth the risk and Pam agreed emphatically with me. 

"George is right. I know this guy's type, and he'd probably even kill you and make it look like an accident or something, if he had a chance and thought he could get away with it. Especially now that you have your parents' money, and I think he already knows you do, or at least is pretty sure. He'd justify it to himself somehow, maybe saying that it was for the 'greater glory of God', or some such bullshit. I really hate hypocrites like him. I don't blame you for calling him an asshole. I agree with you, but I could come up with lots of worse things that I would call him." 

"You guys are right," Ruthie agreed. "But it's still a lot of fun to think about all the things that I could tell everybody in church about his royal asshole majesty." 

"If he tries to fight the divorce, you'll get a chance," I told her, and Pam agreed. We all knew that Ruthie wanted to make a quick, clean break, and the rest of us, including Jim Howell, would go along with her wishes. Even so, we would have all really loved seeing old Danny Boy squirming in court while all his nastiness became known to the world, and to his sanctimonious friends in particular.  

Eventually, the need for food and coffee persuaded us to get out of bed and all three of us into the shower. As my hands laved Ruthie's naked body, I could feel Pam taking more time than she really needed to wash my cock, which became hard while she worked on it. She grinned and told me "I just wanted to be sure you'll be ready for this evening, George." 

Clean and dry after toweling each other off, and enjoying out mutual nakedness, we all trooped back into the bedroom and got dressed, Ruthie and Pam in the last of their clean clothes. I made coffee while Ruthie cooked another of those big, delicious breakfasts for all of us and, when we were all through satisfying that need, she said what had been on her mind ever since finding her money. Ruthie is sweet and loving, and she had been deprived of much of what a girl does while growing into a young woman, but that didn't keep her from having the same needs and desires as most females. 

"Pam, can you go shopping for clothes with me today? I'd ask George too, but I know how much men hate shopping, and he'd be grumbling all day and telling us to hurry up and generally spoiling our fun. I think I'll need to take your credit card, though, if it's alright with you." 

She looked at me as she asked that and I smiled and nodded my head. She was right about me and shopping with a woman, especially for clothing and makeup and other stuff like that, but Pam was all for the idea. After Ruthie started the washing machine going, they left me alone in the house. Pam would drive my truck, because neither Ruthie's parents nor her asshole husband had ever let her learn to drive. That was just another of the many reasons she hated him so much. I had no problem writing and signing a letter authorizing her and Pam to use the credit card. As I have always said to her and to anybody who might be interested, I am extremely fond of Ruthie, and I want to help her make up for what she had been deprived of earlier. I also knew she wouldn't overdo the spending very much. I have a pretty high level of available credit anyhow, and I tend to keep a low balance.

It worked out quite well because I finished an article that was near deadline and wrote checks to pay some bills that were in the same dire state. I also got some letters written and took care of some other business that needed doing, and had a generally productive day while the women were shopping and having a ball. 

That's in addition to dealing with the rest of the laundry, including washing, drying, folding and putting away everything of mine and Ruthie's. I am not, after all, helpless in such matters. I have done my own laundry for years, and am familiar with the foibles of the washer and dryer, but I did allow Ruthie and Pam to believe I needed instructions, and to give them to me before they left. I made a particular point of seeing to it that we had plenty of clean sheets. Even without Pam and Ruthie in the house, I tend to use quite a few, especially the fitted bottom sheets, so I have a lot of them available.

When my lady friends returned, they also considered their day to have been productive. Pam had bought hardly anything, being happy to just advise Ruthie and help her schlep the loot out to the truck. Mostly, it consisted of designer jeans and short skirts, along with more colorful blouses and sweaters and scarves and some nice shoes. She hadn't bought a nightgown, though, nor a bathrobe. They had also really made the day of the clerks at Victoria's Secret. Some of the lingerie from there looked so hot that Danny-Boy probably would have claimed it was a sin just to look at it, even while it was still in the package.

Nobody felt like cooking, so we went out to the Chinese restaurant we had gone to on Friday. There, we once again occupied a private room where we talked happily about what our sex orgy would be like on the long Presidents' Day weekend later in the month. We also talked some more of how great our weekend had been so far. All of us were aware it wasn't over yet and we were so eager to continue with the fun that we skipped dessert in the restaurant to get home to what we all much preferred over fortune cookies and green tea ice cream. After taking off our shoes and jackets, we headed, with no discussion, to the bedroom we had been so happy to share for the last few days.

The three of us helped each other get undressed and, when we were all naked, I proposed a suggestion. "Ladies, I don't want to play favorites and I don't want either of you to have to wait too long. Suppose you lie down here side by side, and each of you have one pillow under your head and another under your delightful ass."

Giggling in anticipation of a new and unusually erotic kind of fun, they both followed my suggestion, with Pamela being on my left. With one of my knees between each pair of legs, I moved forward and, when I was in the right position, I started with her. Most of my weight was supported by my right hand between the two grinning faces and my other hand next to Pam's right side, and I bent over to start licking one of her nipples. She saw that I would need some help so she cupped her hand under that breast, holding it while my tongue caressed her with broad strokes. By the time she wanted me to change, which was after about a minute, she was cooing with pleasure, and reached up to present me with her other succulent globe.

However, by that time her turn was through. After kissing the proffered nipple, in an unspoken promise to return, I turned my body to face Ruthie, and moved my hands to support my weight as I leaned above her. She had been observing me while I licked Pamela's nipple and knew what to do for maximum pleasure for both of us. One hand was cupped under either of her breasts and, when I started licking one of them, that nipple quickly became as erect as Pam's had been. I spent some time on either of her adorable twins before again turning my attentions to the lovely lady on the other side of the bed.

Pam was well aware of where I had left off on her, and she turned her body to let my tongue fondle the nipple I hadn't licked earlier. It was erect even before I started, and I reveled in the feel of it on my tongue, including the tiny pink dots I knew were there. For about a minute I stroked that nubbin, before switching my attentions to its precious twin. I did the same for that second nipple, licking with broad strokes of my tongue or short thrusts with just the tip. Pam was very quickly cooing with pleasure, but by then it was Ruthie's turn again.

Her second time was almost a duplicate of the first, as my tongue paid further homage to the breasts that I had sworn to no longer neglect. I licked both of them, switching back and forth, and feeling her nipples turn even stiffer than Pamela's under my ministrations. I could even feel the individual ridges and I probed them with the tip of my tongue. By the time I finished this turn, Ruthie's upper body was squirming on the bed and she was cooing happily. Both women were giggling at the way I was alternating between them, and I was finding amusement in the new game too, as well as a tremendous amount of erotic pleasure. It was finally Pamela's turn, and I moved over to her, interrupting her sounds of mirth. 

Giggling or not, Pam did not want her breasts to be deprived of their fair share of my tongue's attentions. When she saw me starting to move her way again, she turned her body toward me and presented the luscious breast where she wanted me to start. I had no problem doing what she wanted and, a few seconds later, the tiny ridges on that sweet nubbin were as erect as they had ever been. My tongue caressed the succulent globes and the areolas and Pamela's nipples until it was Ruthie's turn again. 

When I resumed licking her breasts, I became aware of a situation. Not a serious problem, really, because all of us were having a great time in bed together, but a situation that possibly would need to be resolved. Pam and Ruthie, as well as all my other lady friends, know I tend to follow a certain pattern in making oral love to them, and I was doing so that evening. I lick their nipples; I suck their breasts and I eat their pussies when they are wet enough and I believe they are ready for my mouth. I knew that when I returned to Pam, I would be taking one of her big, soft globes into my mouth to suck and lick, but Ruthie still had quite a way to go before that point was reached. 

The fairest way to split my attentions between the two lovely ladies, I decided, was to spend more time on Ruthie's breasts, and that's what I started doing. I stayed with her longer than I had earlier, my tongue caressing her, once again using broad strokes or short jabs with just the tip, until I had finished her turn. By then, she was cooing happily and we both knew I would be taking her breasts into my mouth and sucking on them when I got back to her.

I don't know if Pam noticed that I had spent more time on Ruthie's nipples than on hers. If she did, I hoped she knew that I would be making up for it when I started eating their pussies, since Ruthie is so much more sensitive there than she is. While Pamela held it in place for me, I drew the luscious brown globe into my mouth and started sucking, with my lips forming a seal on the soft flesh. While I sucked, my tongue was just as active as it had been earlier, caressing her nipple and areola. After almost two minutes on one lovely breast, my mouth switched back to Ruthie's smaller pair, sucking on one after the other, and doing them the same way as I had done with Pamela's. Once again, I spent much more time there than I had with Pam. By the time I stopped, Ruthie's upper body was squirming on the bed under my face. 

I returned to suck Pam's other breast the same way, drawing it into my mouth with my lips pressed against the succulent flesh, and my tongue truly loving the feel of pebbly areola and nipple. For as long as necessary, I alternated between the two beautiful pairs of breasts, sucking and licking on them until both women were equally aroused, and it was time to start eating their extremely wet pussies. The delightful combined aroma of the two of them called me downward on their bodies.

Once again, I started with Pamela and, as I got into position, she raised herself off the pillow and spread her ass cheeks in her usual unspoken request for me to fuck her there with a finger. After licking the middle digit of my left hand for lubrication, I inserted it where she wanted and pushed it in and out a few times. With that started, I bent down and Pam rested her left leg on my right shoulder and I licked the plethora of fresh juices from her thighs, crotch and all along her pussy lips. Her skin was still smooth from my having shaved her there the previous night, so I licked both her outer lips all the way to her mons, taking as long as I thought necessary. By the time I was done, she was cooing, even more loudly and happily, and her pussy was squirming. 

It was Ruthie's pussy's turn next. I ducked under Pamela's leg, continuing to fuck my finger in and out of her ass. Ruthie spread her legs for me and rested one of them on my shoulder, but she had a request for me before I started eating her pussy. "George, why don't you put your finger in my ass too, like you do in Pam's?"

That was a reasonable thing to ask for, especially since I knew how much Ruthie loves ass play, so I did it. While she held her cheeks open, I lubricated the middle finger of my right hand and inserted it into her. She murmured happily as she felt my finger slide into her ass, and draped her right leg over my left shoulder. Either of the two wonderful women had one of my middle fingers fucking in and out of her ass, and they were both expressing their appreciation of its presence. Before I started licking up the abundant pussy juices that had collected all over Ruthie's crotch, I made a suggestion to both my lady friends. 

"Pam, suppose you rest your leg on top of Ruthie's. That way, when it's your turn again, I can switch over to you faster."

Both of them saw the advantage of that idea, and Pam did as I suggested. I think they started playing some weird game of legsies or something like that on top of my shoulder, but I didn't care. All I knew just then was that I would be eating two of the most delectable pussies in the world. I also knew that Ruthie had a virtual lake of her delicious juices available for my dining pleasure, and that Pam would be producing a voluminous gusher of her nectar.

Ruthie's soft, sparse pubic hair felt as good to my mouth as Pam's smooth bare skin had. After my tongue sluiced up all her juices from all over, finishing with those on her crotch, my tongue started caressing her outer pussy lips as it had done for Pam. By the time I finished with both of them, Ruthie had resumed cooing with bliss and her pussy was squirming under my face. It was Pam's turn again so I raised my shoulders, ducked my head under the pile of legs on my shoulder and buried my face in her awaiting crotch.

The sheet under her was already soaked with the juices that had flowed from her pussy and run off my hand, but there was still plenty left to please my palate. Greedily, I devoured the freshest ones that were just starting to trickle out. After enjoying the treat, I started licking below the source of her nectar, on the very soft and sensitive skin between the lower ends of one pair of inner and outer pussy lips. Slowly and thoroughly, my tongue covered the area until I reached the point where the labia are close together, and I could hear Pamela moaning with joy, even more loudly than Ruthie was. My tongue continued working its way upward, probing into the seam between the lips, until I had again reached her clit hood. Gently, I stroked her there, enjoying the texture of the soft brown skin and the way that whole part of her body was fucking up against my face. 

Once again I devoured all the juices that were flowing from her pussy and my tongue started caressing between the other pair of lips. I treated the second pair as I had the first, slowly licking and probing between them until I reached her clit hood. Once again, my tongue stroked her there and this time, it curled under to gently fondle the precious love button that was sheltering under the hood. "Yes!" she blurted out as her whole body writhed on the bed. "Oh, God, I love that." I loved it too, but I had to leave briefly.  

I left because it was Ruthie's turn again. In my absence, her pussy had secreted much more nectar, and I devoured it with immense pleasure. I had no regrets over skipping dessert because nothing could have been as delicious as the juices that the pussies of these two marvelous women were providing me. I licked and probed between her lips, much the same as I had Pam's, but taking a bit less time, and I made sure to skip the sweet spot I knew about between her left inner and outer labia. By the time my tongue was finished caressing Ruthie's clit hood the second time and had briefly fondled her adorable love toy, the two women were producing an erotic duet. Both their pussies were thrusting up into the air in unison, and their asses were fucking against my fingers to the same rhythm. 




Ruthie Throws an Orgy Ch. 06



The next morning, we again woke up in a naked pile of arms and legs and bodies, but this day there was no fooling around. It was Monday morning, and I would be driving Pam to her job. She grabbed the bathroom right away, closing the door after herself and, seconds later, the shower was running. Ruthie and I took turns using the hall bathroom but neither of us wanted to take a shower yet, preferring to wait until I had returned from dropping off Pam so we could take on together, the way we had been doing. I put on the slightly soiled clothing I had been wearing the previous day, and Ruthie preferred to remain naked under the bathrobe I had given her on a semi-permanent loan.

Instead of one of the big, fattening breakfasts that Ruthie had been preparing, Pam chose to limit herself to coffee from the fresh pot I made with toast and juice, her normal meal before putting on her jeans and blouse and going to work. Ruthie and I just drank coffee, expecting to enjoy a leisurely breakfast together after I returned and we finished washing each other in the shower, and whatever else we decided to do there. I dropped Pamela off at her usual bus stop, a block from her workplace, kissing her goodbye with the understanding that I would pick her up at the same location at three o'clock, and we would go to see Jim Howell from there.

"Are you sure you'll be able to get time off today?" I asked her just before she stepped out of the truck. 

"No problem. I'll tell the boss I'm going to be having a discussion with my divorce attorney. They always let people off for important personal stuff like that. I just won't tell them it's an informal discussion and it's not my divorce." Pam smiled over her intended fib. 

On the way home, I stopped at a large drug store to buy more Aqualube and was pleased to see it was on special that week. I stocked up for the weekend orgy we would be having later that month, buying a dozen bottles. The clerk gave me a strange look, but I didn't care. Perhaps he was just jealous. 

After making my purchase, I hurried home, and found Ruthie still wearing her bathrobe. When we hugged, she let it fall open, and she was just as naked underneath as she had been when I left. After a few affectionate kisses and another hug, we headed for the shower and Ruthie tossed her robe onto the bed and walked into the bathroom. After stripping off my clothing and dropping it on the floor, I was right behind her. 

"C'mon in; the water's fine," she invited me while poking her head out between the shower curtains. I answered her invitation and she was right about the water, but it wasn't as fine as she was when I started washing her. Ruthie seemed to be getting sexier and sweeter every day. 

Her ass certainly seemed unusually sexy to me that day. She bent over, spread her cheeks and made an unusual request of me: "Do a good job back there," she asked me. I have a feeling I'll need to be especially clean later today." 

The same feeling occurred to me. I was aware that she was thinking of Fumiko, who would be joining us in the "informal discussion" after concluding our business. Ruthie hoped the young lady would want to eat her pussy, and she had expressed an interest in reciprocating, but there was another kind of sex act that she hadn't experienced yet. I thought that morning would be a good time to introduce her to it. Very carefully, and very thoroughly, I washed her adorable rosebud, using mild soap and rinsing her just as carefully. I didn't know if she was aware of what I had in mind, but I did expect her to enjoy it as much as I knew I would. 

After I finished washing her, it was Ruthie's turn to do the same for me, starting with my back. Playfully, she stuck a soapy finger into my ass and wiggled it around, giggling as she did. "Do you like that as much as I do," she asked. I had to admit, I did, at least when it was the finger of somebody as nice as Ruthie. She carefully washed off the rest of my body, including my cock, which was erect again. She smiled when she saw it, but we both knew we intended to save it for the "informal discussion" after our meeting with Jim Howell. 

After our shower, we carefully dried each other off and Ruthie sat naked watching me shave. When I was finished with that, we went to the bedroom, where she got out some of her sexiest new lingerie from Victoria's Secret. She wanted to look her best for Jim and, especially I believed, for Fumiko. There was also a new skirt, very short, and one of the colorful blouses she had bought the previous day. I could see the new things would help her look her best and most appealing, and would also be simple to take off when that time arrived. However, I stopped her before Ruthie could step into the new panties. 

"Before you get dressed, there's something else I want to show you, or do with you. I think you'll like it, and I'm sure I will." 

Ruthie grinned at me, stopped what she was doing and set the panties back on the unmade bed. She was always interested in trying something new and fun, and she stood there, as naked as I was, waiting for me to tell her about it. I decided it would be better to show her. 

"Kneel on the bed with your legs apart," I told her. "Reach back and spread your ass cheeks," I continued after she had gotten onto the bed. 

She expected me to stick my cock into her, and that perplexed her a bit. "I thought you were going to save it until after the meeting today. You know how much I love it, but I don't mind waiting until then." 

"I am going to save it. I'm not going to use my cock at all. You know how I always eat your pussy before fucking you there? Well, your sweet little ass is just as fuckable, so it should be just as good to eat." 

"You're going to lick my ass? Isn't that kind of gross?" 

"Not when you're squeaky clean like you are now. Otherwise, I wouldn't do it." 

Ruthie wasn't really arguing; she was just curious as to what was going to happen. The only way to find out would be to get on the bed in the position I had asked for, and that's what she did. I got onto the bed right behind her and also took hold of her ass cheeks, holding them apart while I leaned in closer. I had admired Ruthie's ass ever since our first date, and had always wanted to do what I was about to start doing. I began fulfilling the fantasy by pressing my tongue against the top of her cleft, right under the cute little dimple at the base of her spine. 

"Ooooo," she murmured when she felt my tongue in this different place. 

Ruthie knew immediately she was going to like this new experience, and she leaned forward, probably pressing the side of her face against a pillow as she does when I fuck her ass. I couldn't see what she was doing, but I felt her bow her back, presenting an even better target. "Mmmm," she murmured happily as it started slowly caressing the inside of one ass cheek. 

I would have responded the same way if my mouth hadn't been otherwise occupied. As I had told Ruthie, I consider her ass and a pussy to be equally fuckable and equally edible, as long as the former is meticulously clean, which I knew was the case then. Slowly and affectionately, my tongue meandered down the Damask inside of the cheek, until I got to where I could feel the puckered part, which I avoided for the time being. 

Like me, Ruthie really liked what we were doing. I could tell, by the way she was cooing, the way she always does when I'm doing nice things with her ass or pussy. Another way I knew was by the way she was squirming in front of me, as her pussy does when I eat her there. I was having fun too, and my tongue slowly found its way to her crotch. I could detect a faint aroma of her fresh pussy juices, so when I reached the end of the bottom curve of that first cheek, I tilted my head upward and lowered my face to start searching for the nectar. Ruthie knew what I was doing, and she spread her legs farther apart and bowed her back, helping me reach what I wanted. There was only a tiny amount of her fresh juice, but it was delicious. 

After the light snack, my tongue started slowly working its way up the inside of Ruthie's other cheek. Once again, I avoided the puckered area, wanting to leave the best part for last. As I licked upward, Ruthie's squirming became more pronounced and her delighted cooing grew louder; her ass was even more sensitive than I had realized. Taking a long time, I caressed her with my tongue until I was at the starting point, where I paused for a few seconds. 

Ruthie turned her head toward me, a happy grin on her face. "That feels wonderful, George. I hope you're not going to stop." 

I had no intention of stopping, but I let actions speak louder than my words would have. Very slowly, placing more pressure on my tongue, I licked down the middle until I reached the puckered area again. I swung to the side this time too, but not as far, and slowly stroked down on the coarser area, circling Ruthie's pink rosebud, as if creating a bulls-eye on a target. Her movements, as I caressed this more sensitive part, were more pronounced; her knees started pistoning down into the mattress, and she thrust her ass back at my face. Ruthie's obvious joy at what I was doing encouraged me to continue, and I slowly circled the precious pink orifice that was my ultimate goal, until the tip of my tongue was once more at the point where I had skirted the rosebud. I paused there for a few seconds again. 

Ruthie's body was writhing in front of me, and her cooing had turned to moans of bliss. Since I would be pressing my mouth snugly between her cheeks, my face would be spreading them, leaving my hands and arms free to help support Ruthie if she started cumming. I had been saving the very best part for last, and it was time to start enjoying it. Flicking my tongue slowly up and down, I started licking her ass where she felt like wrinkled pink velvet. She spread her legs more widely, wanting me to get my face as close as possible, and to help keep her balance. From the way she was moving in front of me and her moans and whimpers, I was sure she was almost ready to cum. 

The tip of my tongue was pressed right against her rosebud, and I could even feel the miniature crevices that would blossom open when Ruthie wanted me to fuck her there. I couldn't make a penetration, because my tongue is too soft and too blunt, but I could feel every feature that my cock already knew so well. Still using plenty of pressure, I squirmed my tongue around, letting both me and Ruthie derive the most enjoyment from it, before starting to lick with up and down strokes. I could hardly keep Ruthie upright, her body was thrashing around so much, as I stroked her precious rosebud, first using short up and down strokes, followed by moving my tongue from side to side, while trying as hard as I could to make an actual penetration. 

"Oh!" Ruthie cried out joyously. "I'm cumming!" 

Until then, my hands and forearms on her hips had been enough to keep her stable but, without Pam there to help me keep Ruthie upright, she began to fall slowly to her right. We were in the middle of a large bed, so there was no danger of injury. I stayed with her; we landed on our sides, and I kept my face pressed snugly between her ass cheeks, and my tongue continued what it so much enjoyed doing. Apparently forgetting exactly what was happening, Ruthie was begging me to keep fucking her, but I was having too much fun to correct her, and just kept worshipping her ass with my tongue. 

While on her side, Ruthie's legs kept pumping, as if she were riding a bicycle or running in place, and I could feel her feet kicking me and hear her legs rustling against the sheet. Her arms must have been waving around too, because I felt her hand brush against mine. She continued cumming until her muscles clenched and she rammed her ass against my face. After her orgasm, Ruthie totally relaxed, and I used my hand to wipe the fresh nectar off her pussy and licked it from my fingers. 

From the tremendous sexual fun I had just had, my cock was stiff, and I could have turned Ruthie over onto her belly or onto her back and we could have fucked until she climaxed again, and I did too, but I still intended to wait until after the informal meeting with Jim Howell that afternoon. I'm getting old and, even with Viagra, I have to pace myself sometimes. What I did was to go back to the bathroom and wash off my face and gargle with mouthwash. Even though I knew Ruthie was clean as she could be, I like to avoid any risks. When I returned, she had rolled over onto her back and, like I, was still wearing nothing but a smile. 

"That was wonderful! You've never done that before." 

"I've always wanted to, but it would have taken too long to get you prepared." 

"Well, it was really great. Will other guys do that too? How about women, like Fumiko this afternoon?" 

"Some guys will, if you're freshly clean from the shower, or if they can wash you off first. Some guys won't, under any circumstances. The same with lesbians or bi-sexual women, but I don't know about Fumiko. It was fun for me too, and I'll do it some more, maybe tomorrow, but we have other things we need to do today." I lay down beside Ruthie, and she snuggled up against me, the way we both like to do. 

After a few minutes, Ruthie asked: "Except for seeing Jim and Fumiko, what do we need to do today? I would love to just lie in bed naked with you all day, or until we get ready to leave."

I felt the same way, but we did have other things to do. "Well, first, we need some breakfast, and I have to call the management of the fishing lodge to make sure the place will be available. It should be but, if it isn't, we'll have to come up with another place. It's almost ten o'clock; that should be late enough to get hold of them." 

It was. After I got dressed and Ruthie put her bathrobe back on, we both had a quick bite to eat and drank more coffee. When we went to the room I use as an office, I looked up the telephone number of the management of the fishing lodge. After dialing it and waiting through all the nonsense from the voice mail, I finally got to talk to an actual person, Gary Bowen, who was the only person there that I knew anyhow. 

"Hi, Gary. This is George Boxlicker, and I want to throw some business your way." 

"Ah, Mr. Boxlicker, my favorite writer of dirty stories. What can I do for you?" 

"You know that fishing lodge by the lake? Well, I want to rent it for the long Presidents' Day weekend." 

"Really? You know, George, the fishing up at the lake really sucks this time of the year. Are you sure that's what you want? We have some nice cottages with scenic views you might like a lot more." 

"I'm sure, but if you think the fishing's so bad, maybe I can get a special rate." 

"Afraid not." 

He then named a price for Thursday night through noon on Tuesday. I knew it was the standard rate, and it seemed reasonable. I told Ruthie; she nodded her head, and the deal was made. Because his company required a relatively large deposit on a short term rental such as this one, I gave Gary information from my credit card. I still had quite a bit of credit available, but that amount was declining rapidly. I wasn't concerned. If necessary, I could prevail on Ruthie to make a payment on the account. The checks she had received from the bank did not include her name and address, so no store would ever accept them as payment for merchandise, but Jim Howell had, and my credit card company would too. 

Once the location for the orgy had been set, it was time to start calling all the guests and I started, for no particular reason, with Melissa. I got her answering machine, which was no surprise. Like most of the other persons I would be calling, she was at work, but I left a message inviting her to a big sex party and asking her to call me back when she got home. The next three calls produced the same result, and I left the same invitation. 

Of all the men that I knew Pam would want there, I believed that she would have the best time with Steve. They had never met, but I remembered how much she had reveled in the big cock of the man she referred to as "Big Dong," whose actual name was John. He would be unavailable that day, but I knew Steve was hung even bigger. When I punched in his telephone number, I was surprised to get forwarding information, rather than an answering machine. 

His new number seemed familiar so, on a hunch, I looked in my Rolodex for Susan, his sister, and found the same telephone number listed. Apparently, the siblings were enjoying their incestuous relationship so much they were actually living together. This didn't bother me; I am the most non-judgmental person in the world, but I wondered if Steve would be willing to come to the party without his sister. He was definitely the one man I wanted more than any other, and I certainly had no objection to Susan being there too, so I called them. Once again, I reached an answering machine, and I recorded the same invitation as I had for Melissa and the others. 

"Don't forget Officer Kramer," Ruthie reminded me. "He was really nice, and Pam told me she has the hots for him." 

"I kind of figured that." I didn't have Larry Kramer's name in the Rolodex, so I got his business card out of my wallet. He and his partner had been working on Saturday, which meant he wouldn't be working a conventional Monday through Friday week, and there would be a good chance of his being home on Monday. I decided to try his home number and, if he wasn't home, leave a message. I thought it a bad idea to call him or anybody at work about such a personal matter. 

After four rings, I heard the same rather gruff voice answer the phone. "Hello, Officer Kramer," I began, being formal at first. "This is George Boxlicker." 

"Good morning, Mr. Boxlicker. How is your friend? Is her husband giving her any more grief?" 

"Not since Saturday, and I really thank you for handling things the way you did." 

"Just doing my job, and I'm glad I could be of service. Off the record, I've seen way to many sanctimonious pricks like him. I could see his wife just wants to dump him, and I don't blame her. How is she, by the way? And how is Miss Bird?" He sounded much more interested in that last question than anything else he asked about. 

"They're both fine, and they especially wanted me to call you, Larry." After that, I told him about the upcoming orgy, and how much Pam and Ruthie wanted him there. 

He agreed eagerly, and said he would take that weekend off, which he could do easily, given his seniority. "How about Miss, er, Pam? Will she be there? She's a real hotty." 

"Oh, she'll be there. In fact, she's the guest of honor. And, you'll be glad to know she thinks you're a hotty too, and told me to be sure you were there." 

That really wasn't much of a stretch. Pam hadn't said anything to me about him, but she had spoken to Ruthie, and probably would have made a special request to me, except she didn't think there would be a need to. She was right. Pamela knows that I am fully aware of her preferences in sex partners. After that, I gave him directions and told him some of the rules for such parties, which are mostly just common sense. Larry told me he would be arriving on Saturday morning, because he would be on duty until rather late Friday night. He was the first invitee who had positively accepted, but I didn't expect to have any trouble getting most of the others there too. 

"I'm glad you were able to get hold of Larry," Ruthie said to me. "I know that Pam has been hoping he would be there. You know what kind of guy she prefers, so you call anybody you think will satisfy her." 

That was exactly what I was doing. There would have to be some other women there too, of course, but I concentrated on studly men with blonde hair and green or blue eyes, who I knew would be attractive to Pam. I continued making telephone calls, but mostly just leaving messages on answering machines. 




Ruthie Throws an Orgy Ch. 07



After the very productive formal meeting and the great time that everybody had in the informal meeting at Jim Howell's office, Ruthie and Pam and I were all quite hungry, so we stopped again at the restaurant that had been finding so much favor with us lately. While dining on Beef Broccoli and Egg Foo Yung and rice, we talked more about the orgy we would have later that month and about Ruthie's approaching divorce. Pam had to work the next day, so I dropped her off at her apartment, where Ruthie and I kissed her good night before driving to our house. I noted that, as expected, there were several messages on the answering machine, and we sat down to listen to them and make any notes that might be necessary. 

The first message was from Steve and Susan, and it said they both wanted to join us at the weekend orgy later in the month. They also expressed an interest in getting together before that day, and I decided to call them after listening to the rest of the messages. I am very fond of both the young people, and have a personal interest in them, for I consider myself to be largely responsible for getting them together. 

Melissa's response was the second one on the machine, and she also expressed an interest in being part of the orgy and getting together before then. She went on to say she had talked to June, and they wanted to come and call on Ruthie and me within a few days, maybe even the following evening. I liked that idea, because both of them are bisexual, and would be able to help in Ruthie's continuing education in the joys of sex. In addition to that, I really like Melissa, and the thought of an evening of carnal pleasure involving her, or just her company always fills me with warm, pleasant thoughts. Some people say I have a crush on her, but that's nonsense, although I will admit to being quite fond of the lady. 

"Hello, George? This is Sam, and I really want to go the party you're arranging," started the next message on the machine. "And, if it's okay with you, I want to bring Corey, my younger brother. I've told him about the parties you sometimes arrange, and he's always wanted to go with me, but I've always said he had to be 18 first. His 18th birthday was last week, so he's legal now." 

I turned to Ruthie. "Okay with you?" 

"Sure. Why not?" 

Before calling Sam that morning, I had mentioned to Ruthie that he was black. I didn't think that would be a problem to her, and I was right. In fact, she actually seemed quite enthusiastic about the idea. 

"I've always heard that black guys are really hung. Is that right?" she had asked before I made the call. 

"Well, Sam isn't. His cock is actually smaller than Jim Howell's. Does that matter to you?" 

"No, just curious. Danny Boy the Asshole used to sometimes say that black people are 'spawn of Satan' or something like that. I knew better, because I've always known what a sweet person Pam is, but I didn't dare argue."

Once Ruthie heard about Sam's brother, she was even more eager. "Now, I might be getting two black cocks in my pussy or maybe in my ass. Maybe even both at once, the way Pam did today." 

I smiled at her enthusiasm to try something new. Pam really loves a double penetration, and I was pretty sure Ruthie would too, although I thought she might not be ready for that yet. I was definitely enjoying the way she was blossoming into the sensuous person she should have been all along. I called Sam back, and we talked for a few minutes. I told him his brother was definitely welcome, as long as he knew and abided by the rules. 

"No problem there," Sam answered. "And, if he doesn't, I'll go upside his head." 

All the people for whom I had left messages had called back and accepted the invitations. Frank apparently didn't have an answering machine, or hadn't turned it on that morning, because I hadn't been able to leave a message for him. I knew he would be somebody Pam would especially want to see again. He was the one that she had referred to as "Green Eyes" and she had enjoyed herself with him, as with all of us, on that day. He was home, and I issued the invitation, which he was very glad to accept. 

He was the last and, once we had the list of participants, I decided to call Melissa about getting together with her and June. It was getting late, but I expected her to be home and answer the phone. I believed that Ruthie would hit it off with her as well as she had with Fumiko, because the two women were quite a bit alike. Melissa's pussy is one of my favorites to eat, because her juices are ambrosia. That preference, which is no secret, might be one reason why some people think I have some kind of crush on her, even though I don't. 

"Hi, Melissa. How are you?" 

"Just fine, George. Hey, that orgy later this month sounds like a lot of fun, and I know I'd love to be there. I called June right after I got the message, and she feels the same way. And we'd both love to come over and meet Ruthie." 

"Well, we'd both love to have you come over. I talked a little bit to Ruthie about you and June, and she wants to meet you both. Tomorrow night, if the two of you can make it." 

"I can, and I already know June can, so, yeah." 

After that we talked for a while and set seven PM as the time for them to come over. Ruthie and Melissa talked for a few minutes, and they both started looking forward to the next night even more than they already had. I called Steve and Susan too, but I got their answering machine again. It was late enough that I thought they were probably home, but if they were making love, they would not have interrupted themselves to answer the telephone. I left a message suggesting we might get together on Saturday. 

I also suggested to Ruthie that it was time for bed for us too, and she avidly agreed. After the great sex with Jim and Fumiko and Pam, she didn't expect any more that night, but she really enjoys lying nude in bed and cuddling with me, and I had gotten to like it a lot too. Since we were both undressing for bed, there was no modesty as there had been that morning, and we lay together, giggling and kissing until we both fell asleep. 

We showered together the next day, a most enjoyable experience for both of us. Between the fondling and the kissing, we got ourselves adequately clean, when Ruthie turned her back on me and made a special request. 

"Wash me really good back there, George," she said, bending her back and patting her ass. 

She had the same lewd grin on her face that I had come to recognize and welcome. I was pretty sure what she had in mind, and was highly in favor of the idea too. While Ruthie spread her ass cheeks for me, I carefully washed their insides and the cute pink rosebud they framed so well. After carefully rinsing her, I actually got down on my knees and licked her there, making sure all traces of soap and any else that didn't belong there had been removed. When I was done, I lovingly patted her to signal that I was sure I knew what she had in mind. 

I was right. We toweled each other off and, when we were dry, Ruthie took hold of my arm and started towing me in the direction of the bed. The same kind of grin was on her face, but broader, and I probably looked the same, because I also love doing what I knew she had in mind. She lay on her back and I lay beside her; we embraced and kissed passionately, and I moved my oral activities lower, to start licking one of her nipples. It was already hard, as if she was expecting a great deal of sexual pleasure, which was what I intended to provide for her and for myself. 

I licked her nipples and sucked on them until I was able to smell the delightful aroma of her pussy juices. Still in no hurry, I licked and kissed my way down her belly until my mouth was at her soft pubic hair. The fragrance emanating from slightly lower drove me on, and I got off the bed and got back on at the foot. 

By the time I got back on at the foot, Ruthie had rolled over and had pulled some pillows under her waist, making her delightful ass a perfect target for what she wanted me to do. I was somewhat surprised, but not dismayed. Following her new experience the previous morning, she was eager for more of the same, and it was not at all something I was loathe to do. I got on the bed behind her and she reached back to spread her cheeks. After a few seconds of admiring her beauty, I leaned forward and started licking where I knew she wanted it. 

For a long time, my tongue caressed the inside of Ruthie's lovely ass cheeks and stroked the soft puckering and probed the adorable rosebud itself. Periodically, it crept over her crotch and scooped up the plentiful juices her pussy was producing. Ruthie's level of pleasure mounted slowly and, when the time was ripe, I started fondling her clit while flicking my tongue over the pink velvet, feeling all the crevices and wrinkles. She had a thunderous orgasm but, as the previous day, toppled over and reached her climax lying on her side, my face buried in her ass and my fingers stroking her clit. 

It was a fabulous way to start the day and, after I had feasted on all the fresh juices her pussy had produced, we lay cuddling in bed and whispering endearments for the next hour. I would have used my cock, but she and I both understood I was saving that for that evening when we would be joined by Melissa and June. When she was well rested, Ruthie turned to me and asked about something that had been bothering her. 

"George, I know I've been spending a lot of your money or, at least, using up a lot of your credit. We still have a lot of stuff to buy for the orgy, and we'll have to use your credit card. Are you sure you've got enough available?" 

Actually, I wasn't. I knew she and Pam had spent a lot on their shopping spree, but I hadn't bothered to check on just how much it was. There was also a major obligation for the rent of the lodge, for the three day weekend, and I had an outstanding balance even before picking up Ruthie at the cemetery. 

"I'm not as sure as I'd like to be. I can call the company and get the balance owed and find out how much credit I have available." I did so, and the latter was quite a bit lower than I had expected. I told Ruthie, but she saw no problem. 

"If I write them a check for what you owe them now, we should have plenty, shouldn't we?" 

I allowed as to how that would be more than enough, and we went to the office where I had all the information that Ruthie would need. Both of us still naked, she wrote out a check for the current balance and included the account number and I prepared an envelope. After sealing it and applying a stamp, she had another suggestion. 

"We need to do some more shopping anyhow, so let's go and mail this at post office in the mall." 

That was a word that struck terror in my heart. It is well known that I will do anything that Ruthie or any other lady friend asks, within reason, but I wasn't sure that shopping with her was within reason. Ruthie must have noticed my look of dismay, because she smiled and giggled and put my mind at ease. 

"Don't worry, George, I'm not even going to look at clothes. I took care of that Sunday. I just want to get towels and stuff like that we'll need when we go to the lodge in a couple of weeks." 

That was a great relief and, of course, I was agreeable. The kind of shopping Ruthie had in mind was something I could get behind, as long as no women's shoes or clothing were involved. We got dressed, both of us in the bedroom, with Ruthie putting on some more of her new things. Even in the dowdy crap her asshole husband used to make her wear, she had looked good, and in the new things that Pamela had helped her pick out she looked a hundred times better. Just before leaving, we stood at the door, and she put her arms around my waist and hugged herself to me in a warm embrace. 

"I can't get over what a sweet guy you are, George, and how you put up with me." 

"It's really easy, Ruthie; putting up with you is no problem at all. I really enjoy your company, in bed and out." She stood on tiptoes to kiss my cheek, and we went out to my truck. 

We swung by the Post Office where I dropped the payment to the credit card company into the outside mailbox and, from there, we went to the mall. Ruthie was as good as her word, and we stayed out of the clothing stores although, to be quite honest, if Ruthie had wanted to go into one and model some new things for me, I would have enjoyed it. She limited herself to stocking up heavily on towels and sheets for the coming weekend orgy. After lunch in the food court, we returned home to prepare the house for the visit of June and Melissa. I am very fond of both those women, as I am of Ruthie and Pam and all my lady friends, even though some deluded people say I have a special crush on Melissa. 

One of the things we did was to put on a clean bottom sheet and remove the rest of the bedding, which is one of things I always do in preparation for a visit from any of my lady friends. I also shaved again, because I hoped and expected to have my face between the legs of at least one of my favorite women, and I wanted to make sure nobody got whisker burn from it. One of the many things I like the most about women is how they have such nice soft, smooth skin on the insides of their thighs. The more I thought along that line, the more eager I was to have Melissa and June join us. 

They were right on time, and I greeted them both with hugs and kisses before introducing them to Ruthie. Expecting to have some great sex with each other, the three women all exchanged the same kinds of greetings. Because everybody would soon be naked and on top of the bed together, I had turned up the thermostat so the house would be pleasantly warm for all of us. I hung their coats in the hall closet, and they peeled off their shoes and socks and left them there too. Melissa had a large purse, which she hung over her shoulder, and I suspected it contained the double-dong she likes to share with other women, and sometimes with a man. With everybody barefoot and ready to remove the rest of their clothing, we all headed for the bedroom I had been sharing with Ruthie for the last few days. 

"Melissa, I can't get over how beautiful you are," Ruthie said to the younger of our two guests, as they embraced beside the bed. 

She was right. Melissa has a great cloud of red hair, and I know it is her natural color, and her complexion is the creamy one that some natural redheads are lucky enough to have, with a few freckles to add to her charm. Her eyes are green and sparkle, especially when she smiles, which she was doing then. I was also aware that she has an absolutely gorgeous body, and I saw that Ruthie would soon learn that too, because the two young women were starting to undress each other. 

June and I turned to each other and began to emulate them. She is a beauty in her own way, although older and less flamboyant than her friend. Her hair is short and black and her face is pretty, with dark eyes and a smooth complexion. June is taller than Melissa, and slender, with smaller breasts and a nice, shapely ass. She describes herself as a bisexual who tends more toward lesbianism, but she also loves sex with me or some of the other men she has met at sex parties. I expected both of our visitors and Ruthie to have a lot of fun together, maybe even forming a triangle while they ate each other's pussies, but I also expected to have a great time. 

"Wow!" Ruthie exclaimed as she removed Melissa's bra. "I can't believe these. They're huge, even bigger than Pam's."

But she did start to believe it as she cupped the redhead's big, succulent breasts in her hands and bent down to start licking the sensitive, pink nipples. That is quite a common reaction by those who see Melissa without her bra for the first time, and it was mine, but I know for sure there is no silicone in her bosom. Everything about her is natural, which is one of the reasons I like her so much, although I certainly have no crush on her, no matter what some people say. 

Although she was enjoying the feel of Melissa's nipples under her tongue, Ruthie raised her head and the two women continued standing by the bed and undressing each other, while June and I did the same for each other. In less than a minute, we were all naked, and Ruthie had resumed licking the breasts that she had found so fascinating. My tongue was happily doing the same for June as she lay on her back, a pillow under her head, and with one of her hands cupped under either of her shapely orbs. 

"C'mon, Ruthie. This kind of thing works a lot better if I'm lying on my back in bed," Melissa interrupted her new friend to point out. "Like George and June are doing." 

There was no argument. They went to the other side of the bed, and Melissa lay on her back next to June while Ruthie knelt beside her and resumed licking one of the big, very sensitive pink nipples. She followed the same pattern that I do with her, and that Fumiko had done, and soon had the sexy redhead squirming and murmuring happily. 

I didn't watch them, of course, because I was busily doing the same kind of thing with June's smaller breasts with their hard, dark nipples. The cute nubbins felt great against my tongue, and I could tell their owner was enjoying my ministrations too. After a few minutes of switching my mouth back and forth between them, June's movements on the bed were almost duplicates of Melissa's, and both women were cooing of their pleasure. 

"I love what you're doing, Ruthie. It feels really great. But, sometimes use just the tip of your tongue and poke my nipple with it. Ooooo, yeah, like that." Melissa liked giving directions to her partner, and she also liked what Ruthie was doing for her. 

June liked what I was doing too, especially when I drew one of her breasts into my mouth and started sucking on it while my tongue continued licking and probing. Her reactions became more strenuous; her sounds of pleasure became louder, and I started to detect the enticing aroma of her pussy juices. When I switched my attentions to the lovely globe closer to the women who were sharing the bed with us, I noted that Ruthie was unable to fit more than the tip of one luscious breast into her rather small mouth, but Melissa was holding them upright to help. From their enthusiasm and sounds of joy, I could tell they were both having as great a time as June and I were. 

It was time for even more fun, and I licked and kissed by way down her flat belly until I reached the edge of her dark pubic hair. Lately, June has started shaving her pussy, just leaving a narrow strip that runs up to her mons, and that's the point where I stopped, got off the bed and got back on at the foot, carrying another pillow. When I glanced over at Ruthie, I saw her emulating my actions. June saw me approaching on my knees and raised her legs, so I ducked under them, letting her knees rest on my shoulders. After I slid the pillow under her ass, I wrapped my arms around her thighs, bringing my face close to her beautiful pussy, and I breathed in deeply of the delectable scent. 

The first place I applied my tongue was to her smooth thighs to mop up the juice that had spattered there. It was as delicious as I knew it would be, and I avidly cleaned off both her thighs before licking the nectar from June's crotch. Her skin in both places was just as inviting as I knew it would be, and I eagerly began stroking one of her soft and smooth outer lips. 

"Melissa, you're delicious!" I heard Ruthie exclaim. 

I had to smile as I silently agreed with her. I love fresh pussy juices, and that includes the nectar of all my lady friends, but Melissa's is about the most delightful of all. Ruthie had sampled her own, I suppose, and tried those of Pam during our session in her late parents' home, and Fumiko's while we were having our "informal discussion." On that evening, though, she was being treated to the best tasting pussy juices that I have ever known. She loved it so much that I could even hear her tongue lapping at the lady below her.