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I am attaching a revised story... Ruth's Story.
 
Dawn1958 		 	   		  
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RUTH'S STORY I wrote this for Ruth and I truly hope she likes her words put
into story form.  Readers can send their comments and suggestions to
dawnharvey1958@hotmail.com for writing the story.

   I am a current posting author by the name of dawn1958 and I enjoyed
writing this story for Ruth.  She gave me the most intimate details and I
have tried to put them into words a reader will appreciate.  Hopefully the
story is pleasing for Ruth and readers alike.

   RUTH'S 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 bonafide 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 younger 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 girls'
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 boys' and girls' teams.  Although he was the boys' 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 were 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 I couldn't.  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.  He has such a handsome face and smile and I had
goosebumps 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, as I wanted 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 lying 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 its 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.

   THE END Please send your comments or suggestions to Ruth or Dawn. 
Reader feedback is the best way for a writer or dreamer to find rewards.
   

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