There I am, coming down from this fabulous oral-induced orgasm, when I feel him swell up inside my throat, as he buries that beautiful cock in as deeply as he can. I'm on my knees, straddling his legs, on my sister's bed, fingers dancing over my swollen clit. My other hand felt my saliva coating his big testicles and felt his balls drawing up to squirt the first long rope of cum deeply into my stomach. He was watching me intently.

"Oh no, you don't! Wait, wait! Ahhhhh, here ya go, cum in here!"

I grabbed his cock and quickly stuffed it into my eager vagina. His sperm roared into me as he plunged deep inside, slamming against my cervix, and rocking my womb deep inside me. God, it felt so good, feeling blast after blast filling me up with his hot, slippery cum. I wanted more and hoped he would keep fucking me. His intensely powerful thrust and huge bursts of cum set me off on a wild orgasm, clenching him tightly deep inside of me. He was rocking my world! Holding him deep within me, and feeling on the brink of another orgasm, ready to blow me into sexual bliss. Rocking my hips, my clit sliding against him, I powered right into my orgasm, holding him tight within my depths, a wild moan bursting from my throat. I looked down into his eyes, my orgasm releasing all tension from me. He stared at me coming down from my last orgasm and said,

"Who the fuck are you?"

"I'm Ruth, and this is my sister's bed. Who the fuck are you?"

"Ruth? Seriously, who is named Ruth anymore?"

"My great-grandmother and I. I don't know anyone else."

With a twinkle in his eyes and a huge smile on his face, he said, "Well, hello, Ruthie, you delight me."

Never in my wildest dreams did I ever think I would hear those words. My sexual high and wild emotional happiness just came bursting up to an entirely new level. I began tearing up. I was elated. Even though I knew he was someone I had never seen before, the words just fucking delighted me.

When our conversation came to the possibility of him getting me pregnant, I felt his penis growing inside of me again. He talked of making me and my pest of a sister both pregnant, and he was fully hard again. He just loved this idea. We were talking about her when suddenly she came into her room screaming that I was stealing Her Morning Wood. Her wood? Oh, come on! I found it. Finders Keepers!

I had had enough! She could keep his penis. I'm not sure I liked him anyway. I started to get up, and here came Mom wanting to know what we were fighting about now. Mom. Here she is looking fresh and stunningly beautiful at 6 am. Who the fuck but mom does this? Not fucking me. I'm a normal girl. I wake up with my hair tangled and my makeup smeared. But not Mom. Mom wakes up smelling of clean, sweetly smelling skin and the warm aroma of a vagina eager to start the day. Me? I'm just sweaty and eager for a shower. I'm normal, right?

I try to skate out of the room, but Mom stops me and actually makes me apologize for taking liberties with Cockboy over there, who is looking at Mom like she is the hottest woman on the planet. Well, okay, she kind of is.
I am not going to argue with him about that. Then, for some unknown reason I can not understand, she now wants me to apologize to Suzy. Well, shit, why not?

Now I'm in a bad mood, so I think I will shower, put a tampon in so don't drip sperm out of my womb all morning all over my skirt, get dressed, grab some coffee, and head out of the house. Find some fun. Try to forget the harsh words. Yep. That's what I'm going to do.

The quick shower brightened my mood. With a fresh sperm-absorbing tampon in, I slipped on a lacy white thong and a short white skirt. A short white zip-up soft hoodie, and I was off in bare feet to grab some coffee. Shit. The atmosphere in the kitchen just felt oh so wrong. I definitely did not need any more bad vibes. So I quietly backed out of the kitchen and ran outside to my car,

I drove off to Starbucks, naturally. Slipped on my sandals and headed inside. The line was short and I was quickly outta there. In the doorway stood my High School sweetheart. Fuck me, she looked hot in her tiny thong bikini. It was exactly the same color as her tanned skin. Besides her turquoise Flip-Flops, she looked totally naked at first glance. Her big, heavy breasts with large nipples were almost pressed against my chest.

"Hi Ruthie, I thought that was you heading in here."

We walked together along the beach, footwear in one hand, coffee in the other. It was a beautiful morning. Sunny, seagulls over the Pacific Ocean, waves crashing on the shoreline. Not many people yet. Mostly young women like us. I could see the Grooming Machine marks still along the wide beach that removed any litter and smoothed the sand in a uniform flatness that stretched on forever. Soon, that pristine look would be covered with thousands of footprints.

We crossed over to the shower stand along the walkway and rinsed the sand off our feet before sitting on a bench on the other side of the walkway to put on our shoes. Snuggling up to her, we held hands and watched the gulls flying over the ocean. She kissed me on the top of my head and told me that she still loves me. I ran my hand over her breasts and up to her face and kissed her. She kissed me back and told me she wanted to fuck me and wanted us to walk over to her apartment. I couldn't say no.

Once inside, I gave her husband a big hug and we headed off to the shower, leaving him to work.
Standing under the water, we kissed and fondled each other for a long time before we soaped up and washed each other. Then she took me to her marriage bed and lay between my legs and showed me just how much she missed my vagina. She softly ran tender, wet kisses all over my outer lips and inner thighs. Her fingers played with my juices, spreading them all around, but not on my clit, making my heart quicken. She slid two fingers inside and made that wonderful walking motion across my G-spot that I dearly love. Her soft, full lips found my swollen clit. It danced in her mouth as she softly sucked and licked it. Not too hard, or too fast, or I would cum, but just hard enough to almost, almost, make me cum.

When I truly thought I would burst, my legs quivering, my stomach muscles involuntarily contracting,
my heart about to burst in my chest, she removed her mouth, replacing it with her wet thumb. Her thumb brought my level of excitement down only slightly as she kissed her way up to my mouth, again. Kissing me softly, she said,

"It's been months since you told me that you love me. Why do you make me wait for such sweet words?"

"Because you always torture me by waiting for you to let me cum each time. Withholding these words within my heart is the only power that I have over you, sweet Caroline. But know this, every fiber of my being is overflowing with my love for you. I'm just not going to tell you unless you let me cum, no, force me into orgasmic bliss."

"You drive a hard bargain, Ruthie." She giggled.

She kissed me passionately, then kissed me down to my awaiting clit. Her mouth knows my clit better than anyone in the world. Her tongue danced while her fingers played with my swollen G-Spot. I shook and thrashed right up and over that tall wall of edging, and simply exploded through the longest and most intense orgasm in Earth's history. I suddenly realized I was covered with sweat. My throat hurt from screaming. I had untucked the sheets and was holding them bunched up in my fists. I was crying.

And then she stuck her fingers in my ass. Holy FUCK! Suddenly, without any warning, I was rolling and bucking through another orgasm, yelling for her to fuck me. Then she raised my leg, rolled me over on my hip, scooted up straddling my lower leg, the other one pulled to her chest, she rolled her hips forward, bringing our clits together. Bam, a wonderful feeling of woman-to-woman fulfillment swept over me, and wave after wave of small orgasms ran through me in warm, delightful ripples.

I was overcome. I couldn't catch my breath. I wanted to tell this wonderful woman just how much I love her, but didn't have the breath to speak the words. Her smiling husband came into the room and sat down next to us. Taking my hand into his own, he bent over and kissed me. Sweeping my hair off my face, he said,

"Don't worry. She knows that you love her." Then he kissed his wife on the cheek and quietly left the room.

"Time for lunch. Are you too hungry yet?" he asked.