3-Day Stand, Part III

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The only remarkable times in a 3-day stand are that first glorious moment of reunion and the last horrific moment of separation. Heaven and hell. Any time in between is irrelevant, at best. Want breakfast at 3 p.m.; go for it. Want to get snockered at 8 a.m.; be our guest. Want to have some fun, have at it, at 2 a.m., 4:30 a.m., 8 a.m., 9 a.m., noon, 3 p.m.... have at it - nothing and no one is stopping your from indulging. Ruby slips out of Ron?s arms, roused from a deep sleep with an urgent need to pee. He listens, eyes closed, to the distant tinkling that, someday, he hopes she will be risque enough, or drunk, to share. ?Another wasted pee,? he thinks. Eyes closed to mimic sleep, he lets her slip across the carpet to open the refrigerator they rent. She?s very quiet, almost like a child finding and opening hidden gifts. She quietly opens the freezer door and extracts the bottle of Lemoncello he brought to them. She IS sly. She knows that to crack the top will crackle so she tucks it between her large breasts and turns away from him. Slowly, on crack at a time, she twists off the cap. It not being a bar, the choices for containers are limited. There are the plastic glasses from the bathroom that have already held Merlot. There are the coffee cups stained with bean juice. There are two paper cups next to the unused ice bucket, but paper is just NOT right. She silently slips the Lemoncello bottle onto the desk top, his bemused and slitted eyes appreciating every move.she makes, and shuttles off to the bathroom to rinse out the two glass glasses. Upon her return, droplets spattering the carpet throughout her approach, she clinks the glasses... ?Gasp...? ?. He doesn?t stir, oh, maybe moans and wiggles a bit just to make her think she might have wakened him, but settles into a position from which he can still eye her stealth. She let?s go her baited breath and pours a liberal shot of Lemoncello into each glass. He notes what a pro she is... she tilts the glass so there is no gurgling. When finished, she clunks the bottle down, no longer caring whether he?s awake or not. Ruby pads over to the bed and sits down to his right, her soft buttock pressed against his left arm. ?Want some,? she coos? He murmurs, mumbles, stirs a bit, trying to make her believe he?s still asleep. ?BRAT!!!,? she hoots, ?I saw you looking at my ass?! ?ooo woont,? he feigns, as if mumbling from a dream. Ruby snickers, her famous, hmmmm, infamous, ?hehehe.? She reaches out her right hand slowly, quietly. She gauges the angle of trajectory. She checks the wind velocity of his and her breath. She calculates the pressure of the photons from the lamp. She senses, no, dances, the tension in her arm and the quiver of her hand. And then, oh so slowly, she tips her hand forward until gravity breaks the surface tension of the Lemoncello lip and turns it into a drip that lands squarely on the right side of his mouth. Frozen Lemoncello can not be ignored! He bolts wide ?awake,? first thrusting his head up toward her and then collapsing back to heave his pelvis as if stung by a cold bolt of lightening. She delights and would clap her hands if not filled with glasses of Lemoncello. Deftly though, she spreads both arms wide like the wings of a snowy owl and glides her mouth down on his, not to lick but, like a hummingbird to probe. Now he groans for real as her tongue pierces his lips and her ample breasts curl across his chest to drip into the nape of his neck that she loves so much. ?wn smum or,? she mumbles into his mouth, pulling back to giggle and, without consent, hand him his less than full glass. He accepts it, not sure what it will taste like, but wanting the jolt it might give him for the next 64 hours. Steady as he can, with his left elbow serving as the fulcrum point, he shuttles backwards toward the wall and leans himself up against it, two pillows under his back. "Cheers, Ruby," he says in earnest. "I love you." She clinks his glass and belts hers back in one deft tilt. She closes her eyes, tilts back her head and lets the frosty syrup slip down her throat. "Aaaaaah," she exudes. He's more chary, never having had Lemoncello before. He takes a sip and smacks it around his lips. Not bad. Sweeter than his favorite, vodka, for sure, but smoother and, here, colder. It's soothing without the mediciney taste, but'll do the job just the same. Ruby's already repouring her glass. "Want another," she asks? "You might need it." "Need it," he questions? "Why would I 'NEED' it"? "Well," she tosses over her shoulder while staring at him in the mirror, "think of it as anasthetic." "A N A S T H E T I C," he quivers, knowing full well what a minx she can be. "Whatchya got in mind, there, Ruby ol' girl," he trembles? "Oh, not much," she chirps. "It's been so long, way too long, since I've painted and I was just thinking...." And with that, she slaps down her glass, grabs the Lemoncello, whisks the chocolate pudding and marshmallow fluff off the desk and pounces on his suppine thighs even as he tries to raise them in self-defense. "Aaah, ah, aaaaaaah," she cautions. "Be nice, or your punishment will be much worse." "Punishment," he blurts, "for what"?! "I saw you looking at my tits. You like 'em? Who said you could like 'em? Now we'll see just how much you like 'em," she chortles, settling down and clamping her thighs around his. She tosses the pudding and marshmallow fluff on the bed sheets, grabs his now empty glass and pours a liberal shot of Lemoncello with the command, "Drink"! He's not sure if the steely glint in her eye is just some "Battleship" gambit, but he knows what happens if he makes the wrong gamble. "Down the hatch, then," he cheers, swallowing mightily and dropping his dribbling glass to the carpeted floor. "That's better," she intones, taking a solid belt straight from the bottle and then slots it down between both his and her thighs, the frozen glass mashed between her hot cunt and his shrinking balls. "Aaaah, what do we have here," she feigns reaching for the marshmallow fluff and chocolate pudding. She unscrews the lid to the marshmallow fluff and sets it aside. She breaks apart the two-pak of pudding, tossing one just out of Ron's reach, and then tears open the filmy plastic lid. "Hmmmm, what shall I paint," she muses? There's the slightest quiver in her lips and her eyes slowly narrow, scanning Escort bodrum (http://bodrum.t2bro.net/) down from his widening eyes to his chest. She licks one of her fingers and runs it down from his chin, across his throat, further down his chest and into his belly button where her finger falls as if down a sink hole. "HEEEEEEEEEEY," she beams, "remember this from when you were a kid"? And with that she picks up the marshmallow fluff, dips two fingers in and then proceeds to liberally apply the pure white sticky mess to her nipples intoning, "Milk, milk...." He groans. "No, Ruby, don't do this to me. It's not fair"! "Fair, fair, who said anything about being fair, Ron," she whines. "Milk, milk....., hmmmm, la la la t da, milk..." all the while swirling the white cream around her nipples and areola; grinding her crotch against the phallic bottle jutting up between them. Now, there's one thing about Ruby's breasts that just, well, stands out and that's her nipples. Ron has never, ever, seen anything like them on a real human being. They're about as big around as an American nickel and, when aroused, easily one inch tall. Easily. "How in the world," he's often thought, "could her children actually wrap their mouths around those? Lucky them." And now, listening to her humming "milk, milk..." get's him just crazy and he starts to reach up to bring her close and clamp his lips around her perky, hell, tumescent white nipples. ?Waaaaaait,? she screeches, slapping his hands away. ?I?m not done.? ?I was afraid of that,? he mumbles to himself. Ruby sounds and moves like a little girl, cooing her doll into a pretend world of sleep. She rocks, no, writhes, back and around on his pelvis, her beautiful belly jutting forward now and then even as her soft buttocks slip down between and then suck themselves out of his clasped thighs. All the while there is the humming... ?You?re driving me crazy,? he blurts. ?I know,? she acknowledges, never looking him in the eye but letting a wry smile barely creep across her lips. Ruby daubs her thumb into the white fluff and tosses the jar to her right. Nothing, of course, spills except the gasp from his lips as she leans forward slightly, slides her hand around the bottle and taps her gooey thumb on the head of his penis. ?Milk, milk.... cream, hmmmm,? she murmurs. ?Mmmmmmmm.? For just a moment, she surveys the success of her mission - to adorn her breasts and his penis with sweet ?milk.? Then she begins to hum another tune.... He can?t, as usual, actually hear her - she prefers it that way. But there?s something in her tone, alone that gives him pause. ?Ruby, RUBY, what are you up to,? he quivers. ?Nothing,? she replies in an innocent little girl voice. ?Just lie back, relax and, as you would say, ?watch?? He does lie back, but can not relax - he is, after all, with Ruby and she can be diabolically playful! Her warm, ample thighs slide up with a waddle along his. Her knees reach his hips and she reaches down with her left hand to splay wide open the lips of her beautiful vagina - he loves the two dangles that he has sucked that hang a little lower than the rest. It?s not right to say she wriggles or even waggles. She ?positions,? inching forward and sideways until the mouth, oh, god, a mouth!, of the Lemoncello bottle just touches the gape of her slit somewhere close to her clit. He cants his face down to watch, grateful that she?s occupied with herself and not him. The beauty of a bottle is that it has a hole. Use the edges as you will - hell, fingers and vibrators and dildos can do that - and then let your lips and clit drop into the hole, quivering because the know, well, feel, the edge of the bottle that will soon, sometime, scrape them to ecstasy. It would be wrong to say that Ruby ?rides? the bottle. No, as in everything, Ruby is more subtle than that. She teases herself with the bottle?s lip, rubbing it up and down and, most importantly, around, her wet and now engorged slit. He?s watched plenty of porn, even ?masturbation,? or ?close-ups.? He?s never seen a real woman, oh, lord, believe me, a wooooooman, so abandoned to her own pleasure. She teases a while, her hips bucking, her beautiful tummy convulsing, her ample breasts syncopating up and round. And then she tilts her head forward and down, opens her eyes, stares him straight in the face and murmurs, ?Just watch, Precious, just watch.? With that, she hoists her pelvis higher and inserts the tip of the Lemoncello bottle in between her lips. She waggles a bit, staring at the ceiling, and then the first two or three inches disappear into her. From his angle, he can?t tell whether it?s her vagina or her ass, but, then, it really doesn?t matter as she groans a deep note with its insertion. As the bottle begins to disappear, he reaches up to her ample breasts to cup them both. He grabs them each and pulls her toward him but, most importantly, down. She does not, this time, resist, but begins to hum again. ?Milk, milk, lemonade....? ?Whatchya doin? honey,? he worries? Ruby pumps the bottle even as he squeezes her breasts and pulls them down to help her or to suck, whichever is nearest. Ruby doesn?t wait or need his help - she wriggles down until only the label is showing. Then, staring into his eyes, breasts wagging back and forth, she postulates, ?milk, milk, lemonade, round...? ?RUBY...,? he begins but she tosses herself backward onto her elbows and reaches down between her legs to give the bottle a mighty tilt skyward. There is no sound, other than her gasp as the cold, viscous yellow liquid sloshes into her vagina. She holds the bottle still - a huge and unnatural ?dick? on such a beautiful woman, until the gurgling stops and she is full. There is a moment when neither move, even breathe, wondering how she will extricate herself from this display. Ruby lays the bottle back down between Ron?s legs and says, ?Pull it out, all the way out, real slow.? He reaches down past his own dick to grab hers and begins to pull it out of her. A thin yellow stream dribbles from her as he pulls. Ruby forces her pelvis down to staunch the flow and begins humming her little ditty, ?Milk, milk, lemonade...? When he extricates the bottle, he holds it up to the light to view the last three shots of liqueur left. ?RUBY, this is expensive stuff,? he bellows! ?You shouldn?t waste it on silly...? ?WASTE! Escort Kuşadası (http://kusadasi.t2bro.net) SILLY,? she screeches! ?I?ll show you silly?! And with that she scuttles forward, upside down on all fours like when he used to play crab soccer in grade school. Her tender, warm ass brushes across his chest as she stuffs her feet under the pillow next to his head. She?s in a delicate balancing act of having to look down between her legs to see where he is but, at the same time, not let her hips tilt up and prematurely spill her precious and, yes, expensive, liquid. She makes a best guess as to her position, but Ron helps her out by lifting his head slightly and lapping at her dripping lips hanging close to his face. ?Mmmmmmmm,? he coos as he licks his lips as well. ?Okay, now, honey... If you?re a good boy and drink up all your lemonade, mommy will give you some dessert,? Ruby burbles. And with that, she straightens her arms, tilts her pelvis forward and slowly dribbles her creamy, sweet, yellow nectar all over his sputtering face. So as not to waste a drop, he uses his left hand to pull her ass toward him and mash his mouth into her mound, gulping down all he can. Ruby, uncaring really for the cost of her play, waggles her hips to both tease him and paint his face with the viscous issue from her cunt. She giggles and he gurgles. There?s no real way to tell when she?s ?done,? empty, that is, so at some point she reaches forward her left hand and asks him to pull her up. He pulls and she rises into the air above him, her feet still tucked under the pillow on either side of his head. She wasn?t as empty as she thought and a honey gold dollop falls from between her lips onto his face. She giggles, Ruby looks down and pulls apart her lips to see if anything is left. Tiny rivulets course down her inner thighs. She rubs her fingers up the inside of each thigh and licks them dry. Two fingers of her right hand wriggle into her vagina and come out dripping to be sucked. Ron is bewitched by her play. He leans to his right to finally get rid of the Lemoncello bottle by placing it on the floor and then rolls back to stare at his beloved. She is having such fun being messy and he joins in, his left hand rubbing the sticky mess on his face and his right hand squeezing her left thigh and then flagellating her lips as if to wring out every last drop. She screeches as he touches her and then collapses onto his chest, kissing, well, licking, really, all over his face and sharing her gold with a tongue that probes deep into his mouth. ?Oo dun goo,? she gurgles over her tongue into his mouth. ?Ow iz ime or ezzert.? ?Wa,? he mumbles? Ruby disengages and sits up smartly on his chest. Her luscious breasts, still capped with smeared marshmallow cream, bobble in his face. She reaches down between her legs to savor the last few dribbles of Lemoncello leaking from her cunt and begins to hum. ?Milk, milk, lemonade, round...? It hits him like a thunderbolt. Dozens of scenes from his childhood flood across his mind. He can still hear the boys and girls playing together in the woods, playing in ways, hmmmm, playing in ways probably all children do at one time or another. ?Oh, no, Ruby... no, don?t tell me...,? he beseeches. A wicked grin flits across her face and slowly transforms into the most seductive smile any woman has ever flayed a human with. Ruby has this way of tilting her head just slightly, tossing her eyes sideways and seeming to pout... ?No, I?m serious, you can?...? he begins until she lands her full lips on his, crushes into his teeth, lashes her tongue onto his tonsils and then threatens, ?Oh, really...? With that she straightens up, tosses her left leg to the right over his prostrate body until she?s on all fours to his left. She stretches forward just a bit and grabs the two-pak of chocolate pudding. She breaks it apart, tossing one to the far side of the bed, and peels back the plastic seal on the one left in her hand. She seems oblivious to him, even though, as he must, he is stroking and kneading the heft of her right buttock and the soft sole of her right foot. Ruby plays with the pudding for a while, dabbing a finger into it, tasting it, pretending to read the nutrition label, turning the container upside down to see if anything will drip out all the while rocking and humming, ?Milk, milk, lemonade, round the corner...? ?Oh, shit,? he murmurs. ?YA GOT THAT RIGHT,? she chirps, and tosses her right leg over his body so that she?s straddling him backwards, her luscious white ass glistening in the lamp light just inches from his face. He knows what he?s in for and he knows it?s futile to resist. He decides to play along. He places both of his hands on the cheeks of her ass and spreads them wide and then hums, ?Milk, milk, lemonade...? and she joins in to finish with him, ?...round the corner fudge is made.? Both of them convulse with laughter, absolutely in love with each other and thrilled to be able to be child-like, if not childish, with the other. Now that he?s on board, she reaches the pudding container back between her spread legs, wagging it in his face, and saying, ?You?ve been good... time for dessert.? With his left hand he takes hold of the pudding pak. Ruby shuffles back until her feet are again tucked under the pillow beside his head. She can see between her legs that her ass is just above his neck. She grabs a pillow from her left, tucks it between his legs and then lays her face down on it so that both hands are free to reach around behind her and pull her cheeks wide open. Ron daubs two fingers on his right hand into the pudding and, beginning high up near her tail bone, paints a dark chocolate line down the middle of her ass. When the pudding thins, he dips it again into the container and continues painting all the way down to the bottom of her glistening pussy. Another daub and he begins to rub it in ever larger circles around her anus. She giggles with his touch and coos, ?Lick me.? ?Oh, no way, darling, I?m not even close to being done,? he says in a dreamy voice. ?It?s pay back time for all your teasing.? ?Noooooooooooooo,? she screeches in mock horror and then half-heartedly tries to scuttle away. Knowing she might try to play this game, Ron has his left arm crooked around her left thigh with the cup of pudding protruding backwards between her legs. bodrum escort (http://bodrum.t2bro.net/) He daubs his thumb into the thick, brown goo and paints another strip all the way down the cleft between her buns. Then he jabs his thumb in a little deeper to get a larger gob and begins to gently push it into her anus; kind of like trying to get toothpaste back in its tube. ?Relax,? he encourages, ?and I?ll go easy on you.? Ruby looks down between her legs at the big, broad smile painted across his face. But she does relax and he?s able to stuff a few spoonfuls inside her. He takes the pudding pak out of his left hand and drops it on the nightstand. With his left hand, he removes the ring from his right hand; a ring that has never been taken off in more than thirty years unless there was some serious masturbation in the offing. He takes it too and places it gently on the nightstand. Ruby hasn?t seen any of this. Ron raises his head and plants a gentle kiss on each cheek of her ass. Aside from being a luscious mouthful, he figures it might throw her off guard, getting her to relax even more. He feels the muscles in her left leg relax and she droops forward to lay her head on the bed between his splayed legs. He quietly and quickly sticks three fingers from his right hand into his mouth and slathers them with saliva. Two more kisses on her cheeks as he positions his fingers at the entrances to her orifices. ?I love you, Ruby,? he says hoarsely and then inserts his forefinger and middle finger into her vagina and his ring finger into her ass. Ruby jumps and screeches, ?ASSHOLE,? and throws her mane of wild red hair toward the ceiling. He tenses his left arm against her thigh to hold her close. The ring had to come off because he?s going deep. He pushes and wriggles until the web between his middle finger and ring finger runs into the thin wall of skin between her cunt and her puckered asshole. And then he pushes deeper; pushes her own skin into herself. His two fingers are so deep that he can swirl around the tip of her cervix and just barely probe into her external os. She loves it. It?s a tickling that no toy can mimic. She?s always loved his fingers; soft, fleshy and yet, sometimes and in some places, calloused. As he pushes deep, then pulls out slowly, she can feel the ridges in his fingers and the knuckles rubbing across her most sensitive skin. As he inserted his ring finger into her ass, a dollop of brown goo was forced out and meandered down between his fingers to coat his middle finger working its way in and out of her pussy. It?s a nasty sight. ?Oh, Ruby, you should see this,? he moans and then raises his head to use just the tip of his tongue to clean around his fingers. ?I wanna see, I wanna,? she murmurs, wagging her ass in his face. ?We?ll work on that,? he mumbles into her, and then keeps on licking while wiggling his fingers deep inside her. At this point she?s abandoned all hope. Aside from the trembling beginning in her legs, she?s resigned and relaxed. He extracts his left arm from between her legs and reaches down to fumble for her left wrist. When he has it, he tugs on it gently until she takes her weight off it. With that he pulls it back and guides her hand between her legs. ?Why don?t you do the honors, sweetheart,? he coos. Ruby begins to rub herself in ways and places only she can. He continues to probe and play inside her, all the while rubbing his face in the sticky, brown mess of her ass. They could be making pudding, what with the beating she is taking. Her right arm isn?t strong enough to hold her in this position and, besides, her right hand is the better hand. Ruby raises herself straight up into a kneeling position and snakes her right hand down to her vulva. This new posture positions her ass directly above Ron?s lapping tongue. He probes. She pounds. He licks. She flicks. And then she begins to bounce. ?Unh.? ?Unh?! ?Ugh,? begins to issue from her lips. The bouncing begins to jab Ron?s knuckles into his own face. He decides to pull out and does so with a two consecutive ?blurps.? His left hand reaches up to twizzle the sticky white nipple on her left breast and his right hand coils over her thigh to hold her ass down on his face. He smears himself left and right, up and down in the crack of her ass. ?UM IM MA MOUF? he shouts into her! ?YEA, YEA, BABY, RUBY?S GONNA COME IN YOUR MOUTH,? she screams! And she does. His ears are all but buried in her thighs so he can barely hear the gurgling that dribbles from her lips. But his entire face feels the gurgling in her vagina even as he pulls on her to firmly seat his nose up in her ass. Ruby shudders twice and then collapapses to her left with a moan. Ron tires desperately to inhale his first full breath in minutes. She lands on the bedspread spread eagle, legs akimbo, arms flailed out to either side. The heaving of her gorgeous tummy speaks to the breath-taking orgasm she just had in her lover?s mouth. No one can move other than their lungs for a little while and then, as he knows her, the fingers of her right hand begin to dabble with the lips of her vagina. Every now and then she raises her right hand to her mouth and licks down the sticky, sweet mess that he?s left behind. ?You?re IMPOSSIBLE,? she murmurs, two fingers stuck in her mouth! ?YOU STARTED IT,? he retorts, his voice choppy with the heaving of his lungs to regain composure, if not life. ?And I haven?t even had milk yet,? he whines. ?You haven?t had milk! You haven?t had milk - hell, you?ve had cream and fudge and all of me,? she screams at the ceiling! ?Yea, oh, Ruby, it was good, like it always is, but, somewhere along the line I WAS hoping for some titty milk. I mean, you know, you have fantastic breast; well, the most fantastic breasts I?ve ever been close to, but you didn?t let me suck them before we got on to, what was it, the, hmmmmm, ?lemonade? part, which wasn?t half...? ?YOU WANT MILK,? she shrieks. ?FINE, I?LL GIVE YOU MILK - I JUST CAN?T DECIDE WHETHER TO DO IT FROM MY BOOBS OR MY TWEENY! What?s your preference?? Crap and a half! ?Sophie?s Choice.? ?Well, there?s no rush, really, is there. Can I have both, one after the other,? he implores. Her breathing quieted, she tosses to the ceiling, ?YOU can have whatever you want whenever you want, love. But, believe me, when I get done with what?s left of you there ain?t gonna be nothing left of you for round two! So, WHAT do you want??! ? ?Boobs - your boobs. I, ah, want you to pretend to feed me milk from your boobs...,? he whispers beginning to turn toward his right to the edge of the bed; almost ashamed. The hand she has on his left knee senses his turn and grasps him.