Ruth And Naomi Pt 01

This story could probably be placed in several categories. There is lesbianism, bisexuality, erotic coupling, romance, interracial sex and first-time sexual experiences. Basically, it is a story about life and living and how human beings negotiate the exigencies encountered therein.

It is placed in the category of lesbianism simply because the primary characters are involved in such a relationship but then, not entirely so. Although in real-life most people engage in sexual pursuits long before they turn eighteen, we have adhered to that guideline as established.

Enjoy this account of two women who evoke memories of the biblical Ruth and Naomi but that is where the similarity ends. It will probably be a multipart story as, in spite of the author's intentions, it appears to be writing itself, and the author simply serving as a grammarian and literary guide.

Unshackle your minds from the cookie cutter categorizations, since human beings do not usually simply fit into one category.

Let your imaginations soar!

Enjoy!

RUTH AND NAOMI

PART I

"Don't urge me to leave you or turn back from you.

Where you go, I will go and where you stay, I will stay..."

Naomi and I had been friends for as long as I could remember. Our families lived next door to each other, and she was the first friend that I made when we moved into the neighborhood. We were the first black family to move into this white community in Virginia. Two days after we moved in, this white woman knocked on our door to introduce herself, carrying a huge home-baked pizza. My parents were surprised as white people don't often welcome black people into their neighborhood, but she did.

Her husband was in the military and had served in Afghanistan as my dad had done. They both had been in the airborne division, and we learned that his company had replaced my dad's when it rotated out.

Her didn't know my dad personally, but he had heard of this black guy who had saved his company. The story was that he had recognized one of those roadside explosive devices that would have blown their vehicle to smithereens and not only detonated it before they hit it but had also almost single handedly taken out a squad of Taliban fighters who were poised to attack the new replacements, while getting shot up himself!

From that day on, her husband developed a new level of respect for black soldiers that he never had before; so, when we moved in, knowing that my dad was in the military, he thought it was his responsibility to at least welcome us, so he sent his wife over with the pizza.

When he later discovered that my dad was the one whom he had heard about, they bonded like blood brothers as he knew that he owed dad his life!

Jenny, his wife, was one of those crazy-assed white women who didn't give a shit about telling anybody, including other white people, to go fuck themselves if they objected to anything that she did. We loved her, with her freckled face and big bouncing titties!

In no time at all, she was all up in our house, telling mom where to find inexpensive stuff and who in the neighborhood was an asshole, and who was dependable, and who was fucking whom!

My mothers' titties weren't slouches either, but they were not quite as bodacious as Jenny's and often I would hear them talking about what bras were good for big titty women and how they couldn't understand why all men, black or white, had this great fixation with big titties. Every now and then I would hear them whispering together and laughing about some guy's tiny parts that their wives had told them about and thanking God that they had the husbands that they had! Jenny spared no description of some of the cocks that she had taken before she got married to her husband, Ronny. One day, I heard her telling my mom that her nickname for her husband was "LC." When my mom asked her what "LC" stood for, she giggled and said,

"Long Cock!" and the two of them burst out laughing.

She was something else!

We all loved Jenny Lyons. It was she that took us to the neighborhood park and dared any racist white person to say or do anything about it.

She invited my mother, Joyce, to bring me to the park when she was taking her daughter, Naomi. She put Naomi on a rocking horse and my mother put me on one next to her. They sat talking to each other and watching us as we rocked and looked at each other.

Her daughter finally got off her horse and walked over to me and said,

"What is your name? My name is Naomi."

"I'm Ruth," I offered.

"I like your mama." she offered.

"I like your mama too," I responded, and after that we just became fast friends.

We attended elementary school together and when her period came, and I told her that she could now get pregnant, she cried, because a boy had touched her ass the day before and she thought that she could get pregnant from that. We laughed about that for years.

Her dad got re-assigned two years after we entered high school and I didn't see her again for several years, as they moved to Germany.

It was about this time that I learned about my father's cock. One night I couldn't sleep, and I left my bedroom to go to the bathroom. I heard my mom in their bedroom, whispering to my dad,

"God damn, Horace, easy... you always want to put my feet up on your shoulders and you know that you have that big fat cock. It hurts! That shit is about ten inches long and thick too!"

My dad responded,

"I don't hear you complaining when I hit bottom!"

"Shit," my mom answered, "by the time you get there, I'm so blind you could fuck me with a fence post, and I wouldn't mind!"

They laughed and the bedsprings kept going "Ching! Ching! Ching!" The last thing that I heard on my way to the bathroom was,

"Ohhhh Godddd!!!!!!, Horace, don't stop! You're wrecking my pussy but damn you don't stop"

I shook my head and continued to the bathroom. When I returned, all was quiet on the Western front. I guess she went blind!

The next morning, she walked a little gimpy when fixing breakfast, but she was happy and was humming her favorite song, so I guess she was really alright! I was going to ask her if she could see okay, but something told me to mind my own business.

I tried to imagine my mom at 5'5" taking 10" of cock but the mental gymnastics were too much for me, so I gave up.

" Naomi and I wrote to each other while she was in Germany. She kept me up to date with her exploits, even sharing with me that on graduation from high school, the day after she turned eighteen, she lost her virginity in the backseat of a Mercedes Benz and added a smiley face inquiring if I was that classy! I told her that I hadn't lost mine yet, but I was sure that I was just as classy.

Time proved me wrong!

I didn't see her again for several years. By that time, both of our dads had retired from the military and chose to settle in Florida. No one pays income taxes in Florida, and since our fathers' minds worked alike, we both ended up there. Our parents kept in touch, and when they realized that we were both in Sarasota, we reconnected.

I attended the University of Florida, and she went to Florida State University.

While in college, like most kids my age, I tried smoking joints and even a line or two of coke. I didn't like coke because I never felt fully in control, and it made me super horny.

That is how I came to lose my virginity.

During this time, I discovered too that I found women more sexually appealing than men, and so I hung out in a group that included many gay women. One night at a party at one of my sorority sisters' apartment, we all got stoned. I found myself talking to a tall butch type of broad who I never liked that much.

She had her eyes on me though, and I ended up in a basement bedroom alone with her. After toking on a few j's, she started kissing and feeling me up and before I knew it, she had stripped me naked and was eating me. It was great! That woman knew how to eat some pussy. She made me cum so many times that I almost lost my mind.

Next thing I know, she took her jeans off, and hanging down her thigh, was a big, black, strap-on dildo. She made me suck it and get it wet with my saliva; then, using my pussy juice as an additional lubricant, she fucked me with it. At first it hurt, but after I had gotten used to it and my natural lubrication kicked in, I roamed all over God's heaven! She made me cum, and cum, and cum, until I passed out from sheer exhaustion.

When I awoke next morning, she was gone. I was lying naked in the bed, blood between my legs, feeling like a whore. She wrecked my pussy leaving it bruised and sore for days. My stomach ached, and I felt like somebody had run a bulldozer up inside of me!

I searched for my clothes, found them, put them on and sneaked out of the house, because I didn't want my girlfriend to know what happened to me.

I vowed to never use drugs again and I never have!

The vow, however, did not include giving up sex and my thirst for male penetration now needed to be satisfied. My first experience with a boy was a few months later and the results were far from exciting, so I decided that women were probably better for me.

Over the next few years, I learned how to eat pussy, find a G-spot, finger a woman to an orgasm and even fuck with a strap-on. By the time that I graduated from college, I was comfortable with woman-to-woman sex even though I never thought of myself as a lesbian, which I guess I was not, because occasionally I craved the feel of a man and real live man-cock!

We were both now twenty-two years old by this time and were sharing intimate information with each other. She was having sex on a regular basis with men, and I was having sex with both men and women, although I never shared the women part with her. She began dating one of these rich, arrogant, skinny farts who liked big women. She was 5'9", he was 5'6".

After we graduated, we both got jobs in Orlando and hung out together. The guy that Naomi married was a bozo. I never liked the short shit, not because Naomi was in love with him, because for some reason I never thought of her as a potential lover, but because he was an asshole. He liked to boss her around and lord it over her, embarrassing her often just to show that he could dominate her.

He got her pregnant in a year. I wanted to slap the stupid ass so many times, but he was my girl's husband. I was now 5'10" strong and wiry, and I figure that I could take him, but I didn't want him to take it out on her when I was not around.

Many times, when I would stop by to visit, I could tell that she had been crying, but she never shared with me what happened, and I did not think that it was in my place to ask.

As she got bigger in her pregnancy, she called me more and more. It seemed that he didn't encourage her to have friends, and she appeared to be always depressed and alone. She was my bosom buddy, and there was no way that that fool was going to stop me from talking to her. He realized that and left us alone.

One day when I was visiting with her, I looked at her pregnant body. Her skin was smooth and lustrous, her lips were soft and sexy, and she appeared to glow. She had wide hips, a rambunctious ass and breasts which had enlarged like torpedoes, and for the very first time I lusted after her and thought,

"Man, how come I never looked at her before. I would love to suck those puppies," but she was married now, and she was hands-off to me, plus, I didn't know if she was into women.

Her jackass husband left on a business trip one morning and was going to be away for a few weeks. Knowing that, I chose to stop by and visit with her on the day that he left. As I neared the front door. I heard her sobbing. I rapped on the door and called out,

"Naomi! This is Ruth, let me in. I can hear you in there crying, so don't try to fix your face, just let me in!"

After some delay, I heard the lock click and the door open. When I stepped in, she looked so bedraggled and disheveled that my heart hurt. Her blonde hair was all stringy, matted and unwashed, her face was grubby, and she was balled up in tears, on the sofa that she had returned to.

"My God, Naomi, what happened to you?" I asked.

"He...hee,he p-p-u-unc-ch-h-e-e-dd me-ee this morning." She wept.

"He punched you! Why?" I asked.

"He-hee- told me-mee that I wa-was fa-fa-f-at-t-t and ugly and lo-loo-looked like sh-h-h-i-i-it-t!!!!"

"I-I- t-t-t-to told him- t-t-to g-g-oo- go f-f-fu-u-c-c-k-k- him-m-self-f-f and he h-h-hit me!"

"How long has he been hitting you?" I asked.

"I-I-I- d-d-don-nt know, a-ab-bout s-s-ix-x-x months, I gues-s-s-."

If he were present, I would have torn him a new asshole, but my friend needed help, so I concentrated on trying to provide that.

She smelled kind of gamey, so I asked her,

"When last have you bathed?"

I-I-I- d-d-do-o-on-n-tt- kn-know," she responded.

Not knowing when her husband would return and not wanting to risk confronting him in his own house, I took her hand, helped her up, got her handbag, led her through the front door and put her in my car.

"W-w-w-hh-h-e-e-r-r-ee- we goin-ng-g-g-?" she asked.

"To my house," I replied, "I'm not leaving you here alone."

When we arrived, I drove into the garage as I did not want anyone else to see how bad she looked and led her inside. I sat her down at the kitchen table and fed her, since I didn't know when she last ate. Next, I ran the tub with hot water and led her to the bathroom. She was wearing some half dirty white yoga pants that stretched so much around her ass that they were almost see- through, and a wrinkled T-shirt with a black bra and panties.

In spite of her protests, I stripped her naked and smiled at her big belly with her navel bulging out. I kissed it and she chuckled telling me that I was a freak. I unhooked her bra and removed it, freeing her huge and very white howitzer titties with four-inch diameter areolas, and small red nipples. They were loaded with milk with blue veins streaking the stretched skin, making them look like a street map.

I pulled her smelly panties down and her crotch was like an overgrown lawn.

Embarrassed, she looked at me and said,

"I know that I look bad."

"SShhh," I quieted her, "get into the tub."

"You not coming?" she asked forlornly.

"You want me to bathe you?" I asked.

"Yes, please," she whispered tiredly.

I quickly removed my clothes, stepped into the tub, and helped her in, lowering her to sit between my legs, with her back against my breasts. I began to bathe her.

She settled her ass between my thighs, turned her face and snuggled against my small breasts. She kissed my right nipple, which was now hard, looked at me, smiled, snuggled, sighed and closed her eyes.

I poured some shampoo in my hands and began to lather her hair. Dipping a plastic container in the water, I washed it until it was clean. I then poured some liquid soap in my hand and washed her face.

As she relaxed, she told me how much her husband, John, detested her big belly. She hadn't had sex in four months, because he did not want to be near her and although he knew that she was having a hard pregnancy, he never helped her around the house but criticized her when it wasn't always neat.

I turned her slightly sideways and washed her neck and back, then turned her back around, lifted her heavy breasts and soaped underneath them. I then washed her breasts, and her nipples began to harden as the pregnancy had made them become quite sensitive.

She softly said,

"You make me feel so loved, more than my husband ever has!"

She then turned more on her side, lifted her left breast and placed the nipple at my lips.

"What?" I asked.

Looking soulfully into my eyes, she begged,

"Pleassseee!!! They hurt! Suck them...suck the milk out of them!!!"

I opened my mouth, and she fed me her nipple. I gently sucked it as I continued to bathe her big stomach. Her face relaxed with contentment. My hand slipped under her belly, and she opened her legs making it easy for me to wash in-between them.

I softly massaged her cunny as I cleaned it. She caught her breath and kissed the side of my neck. As I sucked her nipple and rubbed her pussy, she raised her hips in rhythm to my fingering and more milk began to flow into my mouth!

"Yes-s-s-s-s--s," she hissed, "Oh-hh-h- Go-d-d-d-!!!! That feels so good, suck them."

Her left hand circled my head holding it tenderly to her breast, as she fed me her breast with her right hand. She panted and cooed as my fingers caressed her swollen clit.

"Oh God, Ruth," she gasped, "I'm gonna cum...make me cummmm, Oh, God-dddd-Ruth, plleezzeee don't stop. I haven't cum in so long-g-g-g-, I nee-d-d-d you to make me cum!"

I twirled her turgid clit, softly bit her nipple and began to fuck her with my fingers. More milk squirted into my mouth.

"A-a-h-h-h-!!!!, Thank you, thank you" she moaned and pushed her swollen body up out of the water, shuddering as she came.

I wrapped her in my arms as she collapsed against me and held her until she quieted down and fell asleep. She remained in my arms until the water started to cool.

After a while I shook her gently...

"Wha--a-a..." she responded. When she realized where she was, she exhaled softly, kissed my neck and said,

"That was so good, it is just what my titties needed."

I said, "Time to get out."

She whispered, "There is no other place I'd rather be than here!"

I got her up to kneel in the tub. I soaped her bushy pussy and fat thighs, which I couldn't do before because they were under water, cleansed her butt and made a mental note that she needed shaving even if I had to do it myself. I then washed her.

I stood her up, toweled her dry and led her into my bed, where she curled up naked. She looked so worn out that I covered her up with a warm comforter just as she was.

Exhausted, she fell asleep!

CHAPTER TWO

When she awoke, the sun was shining and for a moment she wondered where she was. After a little mental housekeeping, she recalled my coming to her home and bringing her to mine. Then she heard a voice humming and recognized that it came from the kitchen. She sat up slowly and rubbed her large belly. As she looked around, she realized that she was clean and naked, and figured that I must have bathed her, put her to bed and just let her sleep.

She looked in the mirror and the person that she saw was not the one that she had lived with the past few weeks. She looked rested, fresh and her hair was no longer dirty but cleanly washed and shining. She smiled as she realized what I had done for her.

She looked around for something to wear as I had already put her dirty clothes in the washer and saw a black duster laying on the bed. She put it on, but the sash was only able to be tied if she ran it under her breasts and atop her belly exposing her pregnant tummy and hairy pubes. On her side of the bed were a pair of soft house shoes that I put there, into which she slipped her swollen feet. Getting out of bed unassisted was a slight struggle for her and she rocked back and forth a few times for leverage, and rolled out of the bed, laughing at herself.

I was in the kitchen humming and washing the pans that I had used to cook breakfast. In the microwave were waffles and sausage awaiting her arrival. I did not hear her come into the kitchen until she wrapped her arms around me from behind, leaned her head against my shoulders and kissed the back of my neck!

She held her arms around my waist, whispering,

"I am so embarrassed but thank you!"

"Why are you embarrassed?" I asked.

"Because I was so horny that I begged you to suck my titties and make me cum."

"I don't know why you are embarrassed," I responded, "I enjoyed doing both." I grinned.

I turned around and kissed her softly on the lips to make her comfortable and said,