Goth Ruth secret story
My name is Ruth and I am 18 going on 30. I have just
finished two years of college where I was quite popular
with my fellow students both, boys and girls. But I
have never had a steady boyfriend although I have had
many fancies like most girls and tend to keep them to
myself. Sometimes I can work up enough courage to
confide in my best friend, Jane, but she is much more
outgoing than I could ever imagine being.
I have experimented sexually and didn't see anything
wrong with shagging a boy if I found him attractive and
desirable. The one thing that I guard against is
becoming a young, man's slave so I hesitate to be too
adventurous. I have also slept with my best friend Jane
on many occasions over the years. We have been friends
since we were 9 or 10 and gone to school together while
developing a special friendship.
At nine, we became friends and have been inseparable
ever since. We had sleepovers and things between us
started with touching and experimenting with each
other's undeveloped, scrawny bodies. The feeling and
touching was considered harmless and we were both at
ease with each other. At 11, Jane licked me between the
legs and I felt, funny feelings go through my body that
I had never experienced. She encouraged me to do it to
her and she confirmed it did the same thing to her. We
decided that although they were funny feelings, that
indeed they were not really funny but extremely
gratifying.
We spent every opportunity between each other's legs
after that and it was most likely due to the fact we
had not developed boobs by age 11. But we did inspect
each other on a daily basis and it wasn't long before
Jane grew sparse pubic hair. Well you would have
thought she had won the cup and would always tease me
for not having any of the velvety bushes. Oh yeah,
after that, she was the queen of the house and I was
her devoted subject, so to speak. That could be one
reason that I am not very out going and tend to let
people do things to me sort of against my will.
We are both comfortable with what we do with each other
and don't consider ourselves as lesbians. Maybe we are
and maybe we aren't, but mutually we love being close
to each other at times. I guess we use sex to relieve
the everyday tensions that builds up in a person and I
find holding someone dear is the most relaxing thing in
the world.
Since I am on a guilt trip, I will confess about
relationships with one of Jane's girlfriend's. Her name
is Liz and she has joined us on a few occasions. She is
an absolute bombshell and totally what one would
classify a bona fide lesbian and doesn't care if the
world knows. Liz has shown me things about a woman's
body that I didn't know existed. Although it makes me
uncomfortable when she comes on to me, I don't resist
her advances. She seems to easily find a way into my
knickers even when I am not horny.
But that takes me away from what I really wanted to
write about, so best I get back on topic. It reminds me
of what Jane keeps saying to me, "Ruth, we are naming
you 'Run on Ruth' from now on. You just can't stop
talking and I do believe it's because you are afraid."
Maybe she is right; I am afraid to let others control
my life or get too close to me so I keep talking.
Maybe I should explain a little about what Ruth looks
like. I am 5"5" and weigh all of 110 pounds, which
means I have quite an attractive body. Boys seem to
like my slim features and they do hit on me. I have a
long, slim face with sharp, defined features and I do
look a lot older than 18. That is nice in some ways but
can be a curse at times. My back is fairly broad and my
shoulders look almost like a boy's as they are nicely
rounded and high.
My boobs are a firm 36C and the nipples are sort of
upturned, which makes them quite pronounced on my
chest. The nips are a dark, pinkish color almost like
cherries sitting on the end and my tits hardly jiggle
when I walk or jog. I do love the way my buds get
extremely hard when I get aroused or when they hit cold
air, and they do get reasonably large in size. That can
be a problem for a young athlete but I do try to wear
thick padded, sports bras when I exercise.
I have a 24" waist and a nice flat tummy the result of
much squash and football. My hair is shoulder length,
which is naturally light brown, but I have tinted,
blonde strands. My eyes are a smoldering green so Jane
likes to call them but I really don't feel they are
that way. She says they radiate sex and make her feel I
am nothing but a slut for which I feel like slapping
the cow. I really don't mean that but use that kind of
term a lot with my friends so it doesn't mean I don't
like her.
Probably my best features are my legs, which are long
and slim but have extremely well defined calves and
thighs. Most people find them attractive and I get many
lovely comments about my nicely shaped legs from guys
and even some girls.
Like I explained, I am heavily involved in sports and
my body has excellent muscle tone to give me a very
athletic appearance. Squash is really my passion and I
play it almost every day to stay in shape. Being an
individual sport, I relish the opportunity to squash
(my rare puny quote) an opponent and I do have a very
intense fire to win. Again to get off topic, I have
another story sprouting regarding squash experiences,
but that can wait.
I do enjoy football and like how it keeps you running
around the pitch. Another thing I love is running. I
try to run everyday and as long as I don't have any
injuries, I will do 6 or 7 miles at a time. While some
people find jogging all by themselves boring, I cherish
the quiet loneliness. It gives me time to fantasize and
wonder what is happening in my life. I am sure these
dreamlike moments keep me sane and allow me to function
in the everyday world.
The reason for my story is that I have had the hots for
a part-time boy's Physical Ed teacher named Ronny. I
have fancied him for my two years at college and dream
about being with him all the time. He is very popular
with all the boy students and coaches the boy's
football team. Ronny is a super guy who never has a bad
word to say about anybody and always sees the best in
everybody.
He is a lot older than me but he looks like a very fit
30 year old. Jane was the one to find out that he was
really 50 and married to a woman 20 years young than he
was. That part didn't bother me and I found it only
increased my attraction for the man. His ancestry is
Greek and he has the classical Latin looks, which I
find most appealing. He has loads of dark, curly brown
hair with a hint of gray at the temples. Probably his
most attractive feature is his sexy, smoky eyes that
melt my insides every time he looks at me.
Ronny is 5'9" and 11 stone, and being an athletic
director, he is very fit. I truly love his muscular,
rugged look and will admit that sometimes I get
extremely wet just dreaming of his lean, muscular body.
This is odd for me as I really don't admire too many
people but am finding out that I am more attracted to
older men. They seem to have far more charisma than
young men and have grown out of the typical, youthful
exuberance where they look at every woman as a notch on
their belt. Ronny wasn't like the teenage boys, and he
treated a girl with respect and dignity.
Not long after meeting Ronny and falling deeply for the
man, I started masturbating. Not that I didn't do it
before meeting him, I just began doing it on a regular
basis. It made me feel perverted and dirty but I grew
to accept the sessions as a wonderful way to relieve
pent up tensions. And Jane kept reassuring me that it
was only natural for girls to do it, and in fact, so
did all boys.
Maybe I should explain more about my anatomy. When I
get thoroughly aroused, my pussy swells and my lips
open up like a budding flower. This, of course, exposes
my most sensitive thingie, that girls can't stop
thinking about, and I have great difficulty walking. My
knickers will slide inside my openness and it gives me
the most uncomfortable feeling. Not that I am
complaining about this occurrence because I'm not. It
is just that whenever I move a muscle after that point,
it's as if someone is touching me down there.
Well, I should get on with my story. Not long after
joining the girl's football team, I became infatuated
with Ronny. He was the coach who traveled with our
teams on football tours and was required to chaperone
both boy's and girl's teams. Although he was the boy's
coach, he was the first aider for both teams as well as
the sports therapist so he was kept busy before and
after all games and training sessions.
These trips consisted of four days and three nights on
the road and it garnered me the perfect opportunity to
get to know Ronny better. After the first or second
trip, I think I fell in love with him, if not love,
then I was drawn by his powerful, male magnetism.
I know I fancied Ronny more than any of the young men
or boys in my life, and on one trip, I even faked a leg
injury. Since Ronny was the therapist, I picked an
injury that would require him to give me massages and
rubdowns. I chose a hamstring injury knowing it was a
lot like a back injury where you couldn't tell how
serious it really was. As only a young girl can do, I
convinced Ronny that I was hurting too badly to attend
any therapy session other than in my bedroom of our
hotel.
We would set up the time for therapy and my heart would
almost burst whilst waiting for him. Ronny was always
the perfect gentleman when he was in my bedroom and
attended to my fake injury in a professional manner. I
found the times he was with me the most exhilarating
and exciting of my life and it deepened my affection
for him.
The number of times Ronny attended to my supposed
injury, even taping it before every workout, was a
credit to his devotion and it got my passions soaring
every time. The thing that I found frustrating was my
lack of adventurism. I wanted desperately to wear
clothes that were revealing, and take a chance for once
in my life. But when Ronny came calling, I wore my most
unattractive, football uniform, which concealed
everything I wanted Ronny to see.
When he touched my leg and massaged it like the true
specialist he was, he never understood how it affected
me inside. With just me and Ronny in the room, I wanted
to fling my arms around his neck and kiss the man to
death. I cursed myself for not having the courage to
carry out my fantasies. I did however remove my bra and
knickers, which got my blood racing, but surely he
didn't realize what I was doing. What a cow I was for
thinking I could entice such a genuine man into
betraying his oath with the college. But surely he must
have noticed my nipples, which were so fucking hard
they were like beacons sticking out in the night.
The fact I was reserved and raised in a very
conservative family merely had me sitting on my bed
with my heart in my throat trying not to suffocate.
It's funny how ones heart can block oxygen going to the
brain and a person gets so silly and confused when the
world closes in. Lord knows I wanted to rip my shirt
open and beg Ronny to take me, take my titties. "Can't
you see how hard my nipples are and how much they need
your hot mouth to suck them?" I wanted to yell at him
but could not find the nerve.
How many times did I fantasize about Ronny ravishing my
body, kissing my tits and feeling my burning flesh? I
wondered. My dreams and fantasies are the main reason I
started to masturbate using my very own fingers to
relieve my pent up passion. Every time things quieted
for the day, my mind went to work and I would get
soaking wet. Then I would have to masturbate and this
happened until I was doing it almost every day. Okay,
if the truth were known, every day and some days I did
it twice. But I smile with the funny suggestion that
it's never more than that.
I guess I am at a loss to figure out my true feelings
and emotions. The satisfaction I get from the self-
gratification is earth-shattering and if Ronny only
knew how much he meant to me, I reasoned he would
become my lover.
That's how my dreams transpired until one day my
closest friend got me talking. Jane knew me well enough
to know that something was bothering me and pestered me
until I told her all about Ronny. Time and time again
she probed into my subconscious mind until she knew
every incriminating detail of how I felt about Ronny.
Jane never let up on me and all the while I visualized
Ronny's muscles flexing and his handsome face right in
front of me. Maybe it was lust but I wasn't thinking
straight when Jane suggested a plan for me to have my
dream man. She must have loved me to pieces and wanted
to ensure my happiness even if it meant breaking the
rules for once.
I confessed to Jane that I desperately wanted to fuck
Ronny and she told me that she would search for a sure-
fire way for it to happen. Of course she built up my
hopes and made my dreams even more vivid and traumatic
which meant more masturbating for poor Ruth. But I
really didn't think she was serious and went on with my
dull, boring life as if nothing would happen.
One fateful day, Jane rushed into my bedroom so excited
she instantly gave me the biggest hug. It did sort of
shock me when she suddenly gave me a French kiss but I
soon found out all about her enthusiasm. "Ruth honey, I
have the perfect solution to your dilemma," she told me
and then went on to explain her devilish plan to me.
Our college has a prom every year for all outgoing
students and that time was approaching. All the
professors and teachers were required to attend the big
event and it was a widely known fact that Ronny was a
good ballroom dancer. Jane's plan was for her, Liz and
I to seduce Ronny into spending the night with me. Well
maybe seduce isn't the correct term but it is in my
shattered mind. The prom was always held in a city
about 25 miles from our college and everyone that
attends the gala function stays over in a local inn.
The girls all dress in royal gowns and the boys in ties
and tails.
Jane begged me to go for it, do something for once in
my pathetic life that made me happy even if it was
sinful. Why I agreed while knowing it was wrong, I'll
never understand but I did. An element of danger most
likely added the needed adrenalin to my system that
corrupted my thinking. When the days passed and time
grew closer to the prom, my stomach quivered in
anticipation and I eventually was at peace with what we
were going to do.
The week before the prom, I got up enough nerve to ask
Ronny if he would save the last two dances for me. I
had planned to compliment him on his excellent dancing
and tell him how much I admired his coaching ability.
He agreed right away with my request and it blew me
away that he was so pleased to oblige.
It took everything I had to not look away when he
looked me right in the eyes and smiled. Such a handsome
face and smile that I had goose bumps the rest of the
day. It almost appeared to my frustrated brain that the
man liked me and even had a crush on me.
I was so excited and worked up over the upcoming date
that I was soaking wet all week. My pussy lips were so
puffy and uncomfortable that I had a terrible week as
far as my body was concerned. My knickers were buried
so far inside of me that it gave me the most erotic
feeling whenever I moved or walked. Funny how
everything I did that week had a sexual connotation to
it. I am sure I must have masturbated so many times it
threatened to wear my delicate pussy out even before I
gave it willingly to Ronny.
Sleep was not happening either and I was forced to
function on very little of the restful zzz's. I tried
not to pay too much attention to Jane's exact plan and
decided to leave all the details up to my best friend.
I reasoned that if I couldn't trust Jane, who could I
trust?
Jane, and her friend Liz, had met a couple of boys and
of course as was her custom, she was intimate with them
on the very first date. Sometimes her promiscuous
nature infuriates me but that's another story all
together so I will leave it alone. Anyway, these two
boys were willing to provide Jane with a couple of
pills that would knock a person out without actually
making them pass out. They assured her that the person
could still feel things and consciously could do things
but it would not register in their subconscious mind.
I made arrangements to rent a gorgeous, green,
imitation silk gown that was a full-length strapless
ballroom dress. The color made my eyes look even
greener and I decided to wear pillar-box red lipstick.
The top of the dress clung to my perky breasts so I
didn't have to wear a bra. My cleavage would surely
entice any of the men who attended the ball that there
was something charming below the green tarp. When I
tried on the dress for Jane and Liz the day before the
event, the evening turned into a night of erotic,
girlie bliss. Again, I keep getting away from my story
about Ronny, which seems to be a characteristic of my
scatterbrain.
If heaven was the college prom in West Haven, then I
was in it. Jane, Liz and I dressed for the gala knowing
damn well that the night was full of promise. When I
entered the party, the boys I met looked not at my
sultry green eyes but at the swelling of my breasts not
covered by my dress. Even I knew my tits never looked
more seductive and the night only got better after
that.
It quickly developed into a special night and Jane
could tell I was extremely excited. I was all flushed
up and I commented to her that I was lucky to bring a
spare set of knickers. That made her laugh out loud and
she gave me some valuable advice that served me well
the rest of the evening. "Put some toilet paper or
kleenex in the crotch honey, it will keep your knickers
dry," she said and pinched my arm for effect.
The party was loud and the floor was always filled with
bodies that soon became sweaty from many fast dances. I
chatted and made friends with numerous students I had
never met in the two years at the college and
thoroughly enjoyed the whole night. Once or twice I ran
into Ronny who was trying his best to stay on the
sidelines doing his chaperon thing. I even thought he
had noticed me and kept looking at me but that could
have been my vivid imagination.
I did dance with a few boys during the evening but they
most likely danced with me trying to get closer to what
I had to offer. I'll admit that I am not the best
dancer in the world probably because I don't do it very
often. I do like dancing with Jane, or even one of her
girlfriends, and we did dance during many songs.
I never thought the band would stop playing sets and
when the lead singer announced that they were quitting
in 15 minutes, I thought my heart was going to jump out
of my chest. It heaved and beat so fast that I had a
hard time breathing but I rushed to find Ronny. He was
standing by an open doorway and I secretly hoped he
would rush away so I wouldn't have to embarrass myself.
He didn't run so I slowly walked over to him, admiring
his princely stature, which was like a Greek god to me.
Ronny looked at me as I approached and I started to say
that I was there to collect on his promise for two
dances. He cut me off merely by reaching for my
shivering, damp hand and then led me off into the
sunset. Well I guess it was to the dance floor but at
that moment, I was in paradise. The second last dance
was a foxtrot so we didn't hold each other but that was
good enough for a quivering Ruth. We tried to talk and
he did say that I looked exceptional which made me
blush. He then kidded me about it and said he thought
such an innocent show of emotion was beautiful.
Between songs, Ronny stood directly in front of me and
stared into my eyes. I think that my legs almost gave
out and it was a miracle I didn't melt to the floor. I
dearly wanted to talk but nothing came out. His eyes
suddenly dropped and he looked at my breasts and for a
split second I feared my dress had fallen. With great
relief I noticed my two, glorious mounds pushing
forward and upward with all the attention, getting
power possible. I even tried harder to push them out
further so he would find them more desirable.
When the last dance began and it was a slow waltz, I
was sure Ronny would feel my body suffering a severe
heart seizure. He pulled my shivering frame into his
hard, muscular body and it was only natural for me to
put my head on his solid shoulder. He led me around the
floor like he was the best ballroom dancer and I tried
my best not to trip and fall at his feet. I knew if I
did, I would grab his pants, rip them open to get at
his lustrous manhood, and it made me shudder with the
immoral possibility.
Ronny held me in his arms and it was exactly what I
thought it would feel like. I closed my eyes dreaming
of having sex with my idol and scolded myself for
thinking in such vulgar terms. It was impossible to
stop the lively images as they rolled through my brain
and I wanted to scream, "I am alive! I am woman! I am
yours for the taking!"
When the music stopped, I refused to take my head off
his shoulder. He almost had to shove me away and
suddenly I felt immense embarrassment for acting so
childish. Like a true gentleman, he led me to the table
where Jane and Liz waited and it was the most wonderful
feeling with Ronny holding my elbow while guiding me
across the dance floor. I knew I was leading him to
slaughter but that didn't bother me.
Everything happened quickly once we got to my friends.
Jane had done her homework and knew that Ronny's fav
drink was a screwdriver. She graciously handed him the
vodka and orange drink and the four of us sat down to
be comfortable. Jane winked at me so I knew she had
spiked Ronny's drink with the stuff she had gotten from
her friend and I was filled with feelings of guilt.
I watched the man I adored chat with my friends as if
nothing was happening and all the while knew he was
being led down the garden path. It took but a few
minutes and two drinks before Ronny's head started to
bob and waver and we knew it was time to get out of the
ballroom. Luckily, everyone else was leaving and with
almost all staying in the same inn, we joined the
crowd.
Ronny could only mumble his words at this point and he
said that he felt tired and drowsy. He wanted to retire
to his room and we like gracious hosts, offered our
assistance. We asked him what room he was in and he
merely pulled his room key from his pocket dropping it
on the floor. "Here, you tell me haaas I really can't
sheeee the number," he said slurring his words.
Jane was giggling like a schoolgirl and picked up the
key. She seemed to be more excited than I was with
having a strange man almost falling down at her feet.
She saw that Ronny's room was on the same floor as our
room and things seemed to be happening almost too easy.
We slowly walked Ronny to the inn and he had trouble
putting one foot in front of the other. Everyone
probably though he was just another drunk and shrugged
it off to three girls showing a guy a good time.
Seeing Ronny stumble and have to be helped so he could
walk, I begged Jane and Liz to hurry so we could get
him to his room before he passed out. People must have
thought we were drunken teenagers as we laughed and
giggled the whole way bouncing off one wall to the
next.
A complete hush came over us when we finally got Ronny
into his room and on his bed. Jane had her hands all
over him before I could do anything and she took his
coat off. He remained sitting but his upper body swayed
back and forth threatening to fall at any moment. I was
amazed when he looked at me and he still knew who I
was. We tried to chat but his words were far too
slurred to make any sense.
When Jane began unbuttoning his shirt and his hairy
chest came into view, I knew it was time for me to act.
As it was, Jane's actions were making me slightly
jealous and I knew what a cat she was with men. I could
see she had that wicked look in her eye and if I let
her, she would have stripped my Ronny before I had a
chance.
I told Jane that he was mine and that I didn't want her
putting her hands on Ronny. She gave me a knowing smile
and quickly joined Liz on the pullout sofa bed. They
didn't even bother to pull it out and started kissing
and fondling each other like they were the only ones in
the room. I paused to watch them and when they were
naked above the waist, I got even more randy if that
was possible.
I tore my eyes from the heated scene and decided to
take a gamble by taking off my cloths. Naked as a
jaybird, I stood in front of Ronny. He had his eyes
wide open but I could see he was having a difficult
time focusing. I helped him to stand up and he actually
held his ground extremely well considering. I know I
was fast and almost ripped his clothes off but once he
was down to his boxer shorts, I stood back to take him
all in.
He looked so desirable; his hard body seemingly waiting
for me and only me. Gawd, I got so wet that my juices
were running down my thighs and my pussy had that
uncomfortable, stretched feeling again as my lips were
so puffy and open. My hands went to my chest and felt
my nipples. They were rock hard and protruded out to
make them throb madly wanting Ronny to touch them.
I couldn't wait any longer and held my breath while
reaching for the waistband of his boxers. Slowly I
stripped them over his slender hips and was pleasantly
surprised by the semi-erection that popped up to greet
me. When I bent over and lowered the shorts to the
floor, I felt his burning rod brush my skin. I couldn't
take my eyes off his pride and joy and it gave me a
thrill to see that it was already seven or eight
inches.
My heartbeat kept getting faster and faster until I
couldn't stand it anymore. I took his beauty in my
hands and slowly worked up and down to see if I could
get him fully erect. He began to have trouble keeping
steady on his feet so I pushed him backwards. With my
hands I guided him so he landed with his back on the
bed and I immediately started to pound his peter. My
eyes opened so wide in amazement when Ronny responded
and his lovely cock grew, getting so firm it was
impossible to bend it.
I watched the dew form on the end and it happened, my
mouth dropped until I tasted my man. Slowly, I rolled
the flimsy helmet back to expose the reddish, mauve
head and I marveled at my first uncircumcised cock. I
twirled my tongue around and around the flared rim like
I had been instructed by ones who knew more than me.
This seemed to meet Ronny's approval and he responded
by holding his hips upward. I vowed to take pain,
staking care and ensure he got immense pleasure from my
mouth but afterwards, Jane told me I merely gobbled him
into my mouth. She swore I was the hungriest bitch she
had ever seen and couldn't believe it was really Ruth
giving a man a hurried blowjob.
I felt Ronny's hips jerk a bit and realized he might be
getting very aroused so I stopped sucking him. I was
half sitting and laying on the bed beside his
horizontal body and decided I needed his mouth on me.
Not like you would think with him in his present
inebriated state, but I wanted his mouth on my cunt. I
was overly aroused by this time and didn't mind dirty
words or raunchy actions. He was moaning and I'm sure
he whispered my name, well pretty sure anyway.
He looked so peaceful lying there with his eyes half
closed but I had to have him. I quickly moved up so I
was crouched over his flat body and put my knees on
either side of his head. This put my soaked mound
almost in his face and he didn't resist at all when I
shifted forward. I placed my pussy level with his mouth
and softly whispered to my Ronny. "It's time, it's time
and I need your tongue to lick me. Oh gawd Ronny, I
need you so badly, you don't know how long I have
waited for this very moment," I said and it felt like a
heavy weight being lifted off my body.
I suddenly got louder and begged him. "Please Ronny,
eat me, take me, lick my cunt," I intended to whisper
because I wanted to be alone with my lover, but in
reality it was closer to yelling. I couldn't wait for
him and I reached for my swollen lips and held them
apart so his tongue could rake my clitty.
I was so engrossed in what Ronny's tongue was doing to
me that I didn't notice Jane had taken over below. The
cow was sucking my man's hard penis without my
permission and I didn't even know it. His body was
jumping on the bed and I thought it was from what I was
doing. Facing the opposite direction to Ronny's sweet
treasures, suddenly my head turned and I caught sight
of Jane's naked body hovering over Ronny. His cock was
skyward and there the bitch was with her face mounted
on top of the steeple sucking like a mad cow.
Ronny was sucking my magic spot and had just sucked my
entire clit into his mouth when I was forced to stop
him. I had waited two years for this moment and now I
had to deal with Jane. Twisting my body, I pushed her
away and almost ordered her to leave us alone. Like I
have said, Jane is my very best friend and knew right
away that she was wrong. I heard her whispered apology
and she instantly took up where she left off with Liz.
I sat with my back to Ronny and stared at the most
amazing sight I had ever seen. Maybe you haven't seen a
man's hard cock, standing at an angle without a helping
hand, and throbbing so that it jumped up and down
vigorously. It was as if it spoke to me and told me
what to do. I was mesmerized and slowly shifted my hips
until I was above his pulsing member. Crouching, I
grabbed hold of the thick shaft and held it upright so
that the skin covered head was one fucking inch from my
heartbeat. I held that position for what seemed like
minutes but it was probably seconds, then I let my body
sink lower.
When his pecker split my lips and penetrated my vagina,
I could see the end of the world. It looked peaceful
and tranquil and I let my body shrink downward until I
was sitting on top of his pelvis. He was inside me and
I didn't want to ever do without what I felt at that
second. My heart was beating furiously, my blood was
rushing through my veins, and my breathing was so rapid
it was hard to get good air.
I eventually started moving up and down and it was the
most wonderful sensation ever. Not funny or weird like
it was with Jane or Liz, but wonderful like your soul
was put to rest. I'm sure my eyes were glazed over
because I was looking right at the two girls and didn't
see them.
Suddenly Jane was right in front of me and she started
tweaking my nipples. I was riding Ronny and the feeling
was outstanding with him deep inside my cunt and Jane
caressing my two, little devils so rough they yearned
for her to be rougher. Harder and harder she rolled
them and it wasn't long before I felt the first spasm
send juices down my channel.
It was the historic orgasm of my young life and I
jerked my hips as fast as I could until the last ounce
of cum had run over Ronny's cock. I was disappointed
Ronny didn't cum but I deemed it was because I was too
concerned for my own enjoyment. Quickly I rolled off
his stiff cock and began sucking it with a vengeance. I
rolled the skin off the beautiful head and sucked the
bulb into my volcano. It's the hardest I have ever
sucked a man, and my hand moved up and down his pecker
so fast it had to cause heated friction.
I had to have it; had to have his seed. I kept up the
seduction until I felt his hips stiffen and push
upward, and knew he was close. Like a cat I got back in
the saddle and rode my man for the whole eight seconds.
His flaming cock went into me with one shove and
instantly he was to the hilt. I rocked my hips as fast
as I could and it wasn't long until I felt his seed
spurt inside me.
My emotions must have remained sky high and I couldn't
believe it when I felt a new sensation. A second
orgasm, which had bright flashes of light going through
my head and the only thing I could think of, was
fucking Ronny. On and on I rode the roller coaster and
it never seemed to subside. My body was completely
covered with sweat and I was out of breath like I was
after one of my long runs.
This time I didn't resist or mind when Jane took over.
She rolled me off Ronny like I was a rag doll and to be
honest, I felt totally exhausted. I watched as she
started to suck Ronny and I found it extremely erotic
to see how Jane played with Ronny's softened cock. Her
hand caressed his balls like they were delicate marbles
and I just stared at the erotic adventure. I was
totally enthralled watching her slip the almost
transparent foreskin up and down Ronny's softened cock
and very time the gorgeous head was exposed, my breath
would actually pause.
I was aware that Liz had moved over to me and was
gently kissing my boobs, and nipping at the ends like
she was teasing me. Instinctively, my hands went to her
titties and I had never realized how big and heavy they
were. I put my hands under her large globes and
pretended to weigh them and present them for someone's
perusal, which brought several moans of appreciation
from her.
Ronny's cock had definitely lost it's strength but I
could see that Jane was having some influence on him.
Funny, but when I watched his handsome face, it almost
appeared that he was fully aware of what Jane was
doing. He seemed to assist and a smile crossed his
face, which sure did look like he had not lost any of
his senses.
My attention was suddenly drawn to what Liz was doing.
Her hungry mouth was now sucking hard on my tits and
how my buds returned to such a hardened state was
beyond me. But it was her fingers that really got my
interest. She trust two, maybe three inside my still
wet pussy and began pumping them in and out like she
was fucking me into oblivion.
All the while my eyes remained on Jane and her quest to
bring Ronny alive. It was getting apparent by the
second that she was the expert I imagined her to be
with boys, or men in this case. Ronny's cock was not
fully enraged but it was standing on its own without
any bend, other than the normal curve. Gawd, I loved
the way his hammer had a tiny arch in the shaft and I
imagined him stroking my most sensitive G-spot with it
when he fucked me.
Liz was a pro and her free fingers were squeezing my
clitoris so hard she had my ass high in the air. I
pleaded with her to take it easy and that I didn't want
to do it again, not without Ronny anyway. She was not
even the slight bit sympathetic with me and replaced
her fingers with her mouth. When she bit down on my
little bud, Liz knew I was her slave. I couldn't stop
my hips from thrashing wildly and she added to my
demise by curling her fingers so that she scraped my
secret, love spot.
I was mad, not just because I was climaxing like a slut
but because I could see Jane had been successful. But
to her credit, her mission was entirely for my benefit
and suddenly she rushed over to me. "He's yours. I did
it for you. Take him, take him while he's hard as a
fucking stone, and hard, I can't remember a cock like
that, ever," she whispered and it made me madder. With
lust this time, and I quickly got out of Liz's grasp
and rushed over to Ronny.
Maybe the grin on his rugged face was one of
satisfaction or it might have been a devious one, but
it really did not concern me. It must have appeared to
my girlfriends that I was lost in lust because I sat on
Ronny's weapon and rammed him inside my hotbox in less
than ten seconds. His erection felt so good inside me,
as it did earlier, and I merely sat still for a minute
or so, relishing the moment.
The damn penis began throbbing madly and I swear I
could feel ever throb and pulse. It got me so hot I
didn't want to wait any longer so I began moving my
hips up and down. He was so big and so thick; he
torched the walls of my pussy and the orgasm Liz
started flourished to enormous peaks. Convulsions shook
my whole body and the resulting climax gave me the
warmest feeling.
I think his strong hands were on the upper, flared
portion of my hips and pulling down with every thrust
upward of his powerful hips. It struck me later that he
might have been awake or aware of what we girls were
doing. But at the time, I was lost in love. Jane said I
was screaming for him to fuck me, fuck me hard but I'll
have to take her word for that part.
When our bodies came to rest and I eventually stopped
thrashing around like a bitch in heat, Jane suggested
we sign the glorious deed. She said that we should use
lipstick and write on Ronny's chest, "Thank you." I was
too exhausted and anything was okay with me so in big
bold letters, she wrote on his broad chest. We tucked
Ronny into bed and like zombies returned to our room.
The three of us knew the affects of what Jane gave
Ronny to drink would be wearing off so it was better
that we leave before he came back to his senses. I
still think he was playacting during the whole, darn
affair but I will never know for sure. Being that the
prom was after the last day of classes, I have not been
back to the college since that day. So I have not seen
Ronny and his memory is a sweet, sweet dream and will
always remain that way. I do realize that he is married
and being 50, there is no way he would entertain being
with a mere 18 year old.
I have asked my dear friend Dawn to write my story and
when she agreed to do it, it was one of the happiest
days of my life. I truly hope readers enjoy it as much
as I did. From Dawn, thank you Ruth for sending the
really big, sloppy kisses.
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