("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `6_ 6 ) `-. ( ).`-.__.`) (_Y_.)' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-' _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,' (((' (((-((('' (((( K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N _________________________________________ WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ Scroll down to view text -------------------------------------------------------- This work is copyrighted to the author © 2011. Please don't remove the author information or make any changes to this story. All rights reserved. Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- Ruth's Story by Dawn1958 (dawnharvey1958@hotmail.com) *** Ruth tells her story about when she had a crush on her athletic coach, Ronny. She fantasized about Ronny for a long time and then her girlfriend promised her that she could get them together for a possible sexual encounter. Ruth was in heaven. (MF, fantasy, mc, rom) *** Author's Note: 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. They can also contact Ruth directly at her email address, which is ruthbrown666@hotmail.com and I am sure she would be happy to hear from you. 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. *** 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 outgoing 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 build 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 every day 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. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world contract HIV every year. 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