Abby's Story Pt. 06: Ray's Bad Day

"What happened was Ray had the worst day of his life." Ruth looked down at her hands.

"What day was that?" asked Abby.

"His high school graduation. It was supposed to be the best day of his life."

For weeks Ray was on cloud nine. The Ravens made All State and went on to become Regional playoff contenders. No championship but, all things considered, not bad for a back woods high school team. And Ray was a big part of that. His defensive line produced more negative yardage and forced more fourth down turnovers than any in the state. Ray set a record for personal QB sacks. He and Deb were both planning on heading to Iowa State in Cedar Rapids where she was going to learn medicine and him engineering. All thanks to his stellar year.

Which is why Ray was in contention for the ICC Scholarship. Handed out by the Iowa Civics Council it was a private endowment that picked a handful of graduating football players each year. It paid for full four year rides at Iowa State. This made it possible for Ray to go, because otherwise all the family could pull was Tech school on state grants. This meant a future for Ray outside of Stony Creek.

May the twenty-sixth, 1973, was the day Ray graduated high school. And lost everything else.

Ray started that day on top of the world. It was all planned out. First graduation, he was wearing a gold and black tassel as was the rest of the team. He was given both his diploma and a certificate for exceptional athletic performance for his record-breaking year. Then lunch at the restaurant in Farrow, the Green Brier, where Pa treated them all to prime rib with all the courses, with French silk for desert. Then come home, change, pick up Deb, and go to the big graduation party being thrown by one of the rich teammates. He and Deb would finish the night with wild post party sex and then go home to start bright new lives.

At least the graduation and lunch went to plan. When we got home Ma had Mary grab the mail while Ruth and the rest went inside to change out of good clothes into walking about clothes. Ruth had finished changing and came downstairs. Mary had dropped the mail, a few coupon fliers, a bill or two, and the Post on the table. She was holding up an envelope and waving it toward Ruth.

"Ray got something from the ICC, what do I do with it?"

Ruth snatched the letter and said, "I'll give it to him."

She went back upstairs and knocked on Ray's door. Ray opened it while shrugging into a Hawkeye jersey, oblivious to the fact that Ruth was enjoying the show.

"What's up?"

"Letter for you from the ICC." Ruth held it in front of his face.

Ray's face lit up. "Fuck yeah!" He snatched the envelope and went to open it. Stopped. "No, opening it with Deb. She will freaking flip. Thanks, sis!"

Then he did something that he hadn't done in years. He leaned forward and kissed Ruth on the cheek. For a moment, just a split second, she thought he was going plant one straight on, lips to lips, and not in brotherly way. And she found something out right then.

She was not against it.

But it was just the cheek and then he was past her, practically skipping. Ruth felt a flutter in her tummy.

With clothes changed the family had plans. One of Ruth's cousins at the far end of town had graduated and they were going to go to the party. Ruth bowed out, she and her friend Nadine had made plans to drive out to the Tech and start registration for next year. Centerville was an hour away and Nadine had a nice Oldsmobile sedan to drive. They would hit a couple local shops, make a day of it. She might even run into Toby and he could drive her home after a little horny rabbit action.

Ruth was alone at home when Nadine called. The Olds was out of commission. Her dad said it threw a rod and he could not get a replacement for a week. Sorry, Ruth. Ruth wasn't upset. She had the house to herself and a new book to read. She could stretch out, read, nap, maybe get comfy with her comb. She hung up and went to her room where a paperback about a Maid with dreams of more and her handsome and forbidden Lord was waiting.

It was an hour later and Ruth had dosed off with her book open on her chest. Some loud noise, a bang, had startled her awake. Ruth sat up and set her novel on her nightstand. She heard heavy footsteps on the stairs, the hall outside, and to just outside her door. Then Ray's door opened hard enough to bang it into the wall and rattle the windows. Ruth sat in silence. Then she heard a yell and loud sobs.

It was Ray.

Ruth sat up, hands in her lap. She had never heard him in such distress and her heart ached to hear her normally cheerful little brother sounding like a funeral mourner. Ray hitched out loud sobs. Some were guttural howls of sadness that made Ruth's stomach sympathetically lurch. She was torn, between a need to comfort and concern that Ray needed time alone. The need to comfort won out.

She stood up, quietly cracked her door, and looked out. Ray's door was wide open and he was sitting on his bed bawling uncontrollably. His face was streaked with tears, a bubble of snot out one nostril. He pulled at his hair with his hands and the cords on his neck stood out.

"Fuck! Stupid!" He beat at his head with his fists.

Ruth was jolted with concern Ray might hurt himself. If he wanted to he had the duck gun in his closet. Or his buck knife. Shit, he could throw himself out the gable window, that might do it. Before today the thought that anybody in this house, but especially not Ray, harming themselves has never entered Ruth's train of thought. But images of what Ray might do were taking up freight space on it right now. Her face turned down in worry and she slipped past her door into the hall and slowly approached Ray.

She entered his room and stopped. "Ray, hon. It's Ruthie, you okay?"

Ray started so hard he almost came off the bed. His face was pale, his eyes puffy and rimmed in red. His hair was a mess. He actually had pulled some of it when he jumped and brown tufts stuck out between his fingers.

"What? No no no no no. Why are you-? No, go away!" Ray held out his hands defensively as if to push the image of Ruth away.

Ruth stepped up and took those hands in her own, pulling them to her chest.

"No, it's okay. I'm here. Shhh. It's okay." She reached out to smooth his hair and he tried to flinch away. She was able to brush a little off his forehead, but the flinch nearly pulled her over. "Please, tell me what's wrong, Ray."

Ray seemed to shrink into himself, pulling his arms to his body and shaking his head. This pulled Ruth into him, she could feel his heat through her blouse. "Nuh-uh. No."

Ruth put a hand on his cheek, stroking it, felling his hot tears. "It's okay. I love you, I always will. Please, let me help you."

Ray's lip quivered. "I-I didn't, uh, d-didn't get it. I'm no good-" a sob cut him off.

"Shh, no, don't say that. You're good, you're great. Shh." Ruth ran her hand up and stroked his hair back. "You're the best, so fun and strong. You. Are. Good."

Ruth could see it, she was getting through. His eyes softened his breathing slowed. "Ruthie", Ray whispered and then collapsed into her arms.

Ruth hugged his head to her chest as he sobbed. She looked around and there on the side table was a half-crumpled letter. She could see the embossed ICC logo and some letterhead. Below that she could only make out a few words but they were enough.

"We regret to inform you..."

"I am so sorry, Ray. You are becoming such a good man. You deserve so much more-"

"Deb dumped me!" Ray interrupted. "She's going to State and she told me I'm just a big, dumb anchor." His voice choked.

She stroked his hair. "Her loss. Ray, she was lucky to be with you. You grew up so strong and tough. Bet you're the best she will ever get."

Ray looked up from between his sister's breasts. "No, I'm just a dumb-shit that played a ball game. I'm nothing."

Looking down at his face Ruth was overcome by emotions. She felt very protective and a bit angry that Deb put him through this same day of the bad news. She felt sad for Ray and desperately wanted to see him smile. But also a part of her saw his head on her chest between her breasts and thrilled at their closeness. There was a similarity to how some of her fantasies ended, except in those they were lay down in bed, his sweaty head taking comfort in afterglow. That woke up something hot inside of her. Something prowled through her darkest places and growled into her nerves, wild and primal.

"No, Ray. You're a beautiful, gorgeous man. I've noticed."

Ray started to mutter something but Ruth silenced him. She pulled his head up and brought her chin down and kissed him full on the lips. Their lips met and Ray's eyes went wide. Heat flowed through Ruth's core and made her wet. She kneaded Ray's lips with her own. She felt down his arms and took his hands and placed them on her sides. Ray didn't return the kiss, but his hands stayed on her and he didn't break away either.

Ruth broke the kiss. She could see Ray's pale face was now flushed and the tears had stopped. He looked happier but a bit confused.

"I see you. I am amazed every day at you kindness and humor." Ruth stroked his face. "And I love you. That's what I always see. Your love."

She kissed him again and this time Ray returned it, pressing back with a moan. She pulled at him, moving between his knees and pressing completely into him. She felt her hard nipples rub his chest muscles through their shirts and she gasped. Ray took advantage and licked at the slight gap in her lips. Ruth moaned and licked back, tasting him. Her hands ran over his back and it did feel as marvelous as it looked. Ray's hands moved around her and he pulled her tight against him, tummy to stomach, chest to breast. Her mound ground into him and something began to stiffen against it.

Ray broke the kiss this time. "Wait, Ruthie, maybe we, just wait-"

Ruthie stood up and pushed him backwards onto the bed. Despite his momentary protestation he laid back willing. She leaned over him a hand rubbing his chest.

"Love, Ray. It's just love. Do you love me?" Her hand trailed down his stomach, fingertip tracing muscles as it went. "Please, you amazing man, can you love me?" Her hand finished its trailing and settled to cup his groin.

"I love you so fucking much, Ruth!"

Ruth beamed and laughed, a sound of pure joy. She felt loved. Also, she felt hot. The Animal within her was done prowling, it needed to act.

She attacked the snap on his jeans and yanked down the zipper. A bulge of navy jockey popped through the gap. Ruth knelt between Ray's thighs rubbing them through the denim. Carved from oak? Fuck, they felt polished from granite! Her hands ran up and grabbed at the band of his jeans and pulled them down enough to access that bulge fully. She ran her hands over it. God! It felt so heavy and thick and it wasn't even free yet.

"Ruth you don't-"

She shook her head and tucked her hair behind her ears. "Ray, just let me look at you and love you my way a bit."

Ray nodded and lay back on his elbows, propped a bit so he could watch Ruth work.

She pulled his jockeys down by their white waistband and freed his manhood. It was not fully hard and flopped a bit toward her. Even so it was thick. And it had a humid musk to it that reminded her of the woods after rain. She leaned in close and breathed it in. Her pussy clenched hard enough to make her moan deep. God, his savage beauty was in his damned pores! The beast loose in her thrilled at the scent.

She did not know if he was only half mast because he was reluctant. Or maybe he was still struggling with his feelings. Or maybe she finally met a guy that needed a little play to be ready. She had heard of such men, but all the guys she had been with were stiff immediately. Regardless she knew what would get him going.

Ruth tilted her head and looked Ray in the eye and winked. She opened her mouth, ran out her tongue and gingerly licked the head. It was warm and tasted of him, tangy sweat and a hint of bitter musk. She swirled her tongue around it and it swelled, becoming fuller. She peeled back his skin from it allowing its crown to expand. She pushed it up and licked the underside, from his tip slit to where his balls hung. She dipped her tongue into the peach fuzz there and then licked back, first one side and then another. All throughout he swelled in her hand, growing longer but also fuller, fatter. As she got back over the head she decided against trying to put it in her mouth. It might have been bigger round as a Nehi bottle and her Animal wanted it between her legs.

She smiled at Ray over his now fully swollen cock as her hand slowly stroked. "Now, how do you want to love me?"

"I want to see you, all of you. You're so pretty, Ruthie."

Ruthie stood up slowly and smiled down at Ray. She started to make a sultry show, like some burlesque, slowly undoing the top button while leaning forward and swaying.

Ray stripped off his shirt, basically ripping it over his head. "No, not that. Please I want to look at you. Now."

Well, okay. Brevity is the yada of yada, just get to it. Ruth untucked the floral blouse from her slacks, grabbed the bottom hem, and in one smooth motion pulled it over her head. No bra to worry about. She unbuttoned her cotton slacks, ran down the zipper, hooked in both thumbs, pushed them and her underthings to the floor. She stood up with her arms out hands up like a magician saying "Tada!"

Ray's mouth was ajar, his eyes wide with admiration. His heavy cock throbbed. Even hard and straight the head bobbed down in Ruth's direction.

"Now take off my pants and look at me."

She leaned forward and grabbed his waistband, both pants and jockeys, and tugged. He lifted up and they came free. She got them off as he scooted up the bed until he covered it sideways, his head barely on the opposite side, his legs below the knees dangling off the other. She stepped forward and looked at him, again naked and amazing, but this time Ray knew she was watching and wanted it.

Ruth had seen it all before, but now it was like taking him in all anew. Here, now, with her own nudity, fully exposed, things felt unfamiliar. They were both bonded by years, but standing at the precipice of uncharted space, the greatest taboo, Ruth felt utterly vulnerable yet completely safe. He knew almost everything about her, and now could see her dearest secret. Whatever happened, she loved Ray. And he loved her. And whatever she had thought before, he was even more impressive now. A strong, virile man with a savage body like warriors of old. As his eyes crawled over her she felt no need to cover, because there was no shame. There was only love.

"How do you want me, lover?" Ruth asked as she moved to the bed.

"Are you, um, ready. I can be hard to, you know-"

She crawled up next to him. "You can check if you want."

Ray obliged, moving his had over her knee and up her thigh. She was slick and she sighed at his touch. He moved his fingers up and down her cleft. He slipped a finger inside and worked it in and out. Ruth moaned and slowly rose and fell with the rhythm of his digit. He pushed in a second while rubbing her clit with his thumb. She bucked and moaned deep. Her Animal needed fed.

"Pleeeeease, Ray. How do you want me?"

Ray pulled his fingers free. "Climb on top of me. I want to watch you."

Oddly, this was not a position she did often. Kyle was a leg man, he liked positions where he could hold or stroke or bend her legs. Toby loved riding her back, doggy-style. Not that she never rode the bronco, but she did not do it often. And now she had that fat meat to squeeze in. Well, she asked he answered, and she wasn't backing out now. Nothing to it but to do it.

She straddled his stomach and moved back. Her round cheeks met his member and it perked up against her. She rubbed up against it, working her pussy lips up and down. Making it slick with her. Ray looked at her motions with wonder. His adoration made her feel like something marvelous and powerful, like a concubine queen, like a fertility goddess. And Ray, divinely muscled Ray, was her warrior-king, her potent corn god. And, fuck, what a cob.

She finished her ministrations and now moved back for what they were both waiting for. She rose up as high as she could on her knees and moved back. She held his thickness behind her and guided the head to her entrance. She rubbed over the wide head in circles making it wet. Ruth steeled herself.

"I'm gonna go slow, okay?"

Ray nodded. "Yes, I just want to see it. You're so fucking hot, Ruth."

His words made her blush all over and her pussy flared. She lowered herself.

At first there was nothing, the tip of the head was spongy and just flattened out. So Ruth pressed harder. Now she felt it, a massive hot mass trying to push her apart. With her other hand she reached down and opened up her lips, both outer and inner as wide as she could. The spongy head sprung under pressure into the gap and started to enter. The heat and pressure were intense. She had not felt anything like this since her comb had long ago slipped too far and tore away her maidenhood. Except this was the entire ring of her sex. But she started this, she wasn't going to run for the hills now. She thought about Deb, little curvy bitch. Fuck her! If she could manage this, so could Ruth!

And just then the entire head popped in. Ruth was surprised there wasn't an actual pop, because it sent a shudder through her. She looked down at where they were united. Her vulva bulged around him, angry and pink. Below that his foreskin was bunched in a brown ring. She felt impossibly open, painfully stretched. But the feeling also made her hot. Savage. Feral. Like a primitive thing coupling in the brush, impaled on it's mate's massive tool. Sorry, kitty, the Animal in me is downright ferocious tonight. We ain't done.

She could not lift up yet, she did not know what she would do if Ray popped out. So she bore down a bit. His foreskin bunched more and then joined the head in her channel. That would be the limit, Ruth noted. Back that far and no further so he could not dislodge. A little bit more and she stopped. She got used to it and found the stretched heat made her labia and clit throb in time with her heartbeat. A steady rhythm of pulsing passion.

Still, Ruth needed to focus. She could feel the exertion in her thighs and sweat dripped down her body. She rose up just a little, trying to keep the limit. The tight seal of them made her gut momentarily flex sparking fire in her belly. She grunted. Then she lowered again, adding more weight. A bit more of Ray pushed into her and her guts flexed the other way. She gasped. Now up, to the limit, and down a little more. Her labia burned and she whined. She looked down. Almost half way there. She looked at Ray. His eyes were wide, glued on the struggle in front of him.

"Sorry I have to go so slow, lover."

Ray shook his head. "No sorry. You look so amazing, feel amazing. I love you so much."

Ruth gasped and smiled and then went back to work. She was dimly aware tears were in her eyes. A result of effort and emotion. The only thing she felt more full of than Ray was love. And she wanted all of both in her.

So she worked up, just up to where that limit was, down. Again. And again. After a few more she no longer noticed any pain, just a fierce burning that circled her sex and pushed through her guts with each circuit. Every rise a sense of suction, each fall feeling pressed open. She wondered if she would ever reach the bottom or they would be locked like this forever, not rolling a boulder up a mountain, but rocking up and down on her brother's cock.

And then, amazingly, she was there. She felt his coarse hair crush into her clit. Her ass brushed his thighs. Ruth took a moment to savor the accomplishment and adjust to the sensations. Her breath was shaky and with each inhale she could practically taste the haze of their sweat. Her sex pulsed against his rough skin, her clit sizzled hot against his pubis. And inside her core she felt rings of hot pleasure pulsing around his engorgement. It had taken an effort, but, now that it was here, this is where Ray belonged.

She looked down at him and Ray was grinning. He reached up and put his hands on her tummy and ran them up to her breasts. He took each in hand and rubbed them, running his fingers over the brown areola. Grazing over the nipples. Ruth cooed and purred.

"Do you like my tits?"

Ray nodded. "I've never been with a girl as tiny and skinny as you. Your skin is so smooth and taut. I love feeling you."

"I love your hands on me. Gentle and rough. Hmmm, so good."

Ray smiled. "Now I want you to move. However you want. Forward, back. Up, down. Do a belly dance on my prick, I'm not picky. Work yourself on my dick. But you stay up there where I can watch you, okay?"

Ruth nodded. Ray put his hands on her hips. He did not direct her, he just rubbed her hips and thighs, feeling her smooth, tanned skin. She rocked in his grip. Forward, back. Right, left. Bucking lightly. Lifting up, sliding down. Making little circles with her hips. Each was its own type of bliss. Each pressed her a different way sending luscious sensation this way and that. At the end of each she would grind her clit into him and groan and growl. Her Animal was feeding good. She felt it. Something inside her was about to roar.

"Oh, uhn, Ray, love, uhn, I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna cum on your marvelous cock!"

She bucked and squealed.

Ray's hands gripped Ruth holding her to him, momentarily stifling her climax.

"Open your eyes, Ruthie. Look at me. Watch me watch you cum. I want you to know I'm seeing you and loving you."

Ruth opened her eyes and looked down at Ray. His face was flushed, his smile angelic. His chest and stomach were a sheen of sweat. He released her.

"Now cum for me. Cum on me."

Ruth resumed her motions, rocking, bucking, lifting dropping. His eyes were on her making her skin burn. She was filled with a mix of embarrassment and total adoration. Sure her guys had seen her come, sometimes looked her right in the eyes as she screamed their name. But now she was being watched. Studied. Memorized. It was more close and intimate. She felt Ray's gaze sear her smooth, sweaty skin.

And she watched him watch her. Saw the muscles in his arms flex as he rubbed her thighs. She felt his thighs flex under her ass when she hit bottom. She saw Ray really was a gorgeous male beast in his prime. She felt privileged to be only one of two females that felt this union, with him and his most intimate part. She was a queen among women atop him. Her crown was made of heat and encircled her womb in light and fire. His crown encircled his cockhead and was where it belonged, inside Ruth.

Her Animal growled deep and hard, crouched, coiled, ready to pounce. She bucked in waves of pleasure. Watching him watch her intensified each wave of pleasure. Each jolt fired not just through her flesh, but through her heart filling her with so much love it could not be contained. She felt sex and love and sense and history and everything between them burning through her in his gaze. She was almost there.

"I fucking love you Ruthie! UGH!"

Ray grunted and grabbed her hips slamming her down hard. His cockhead expanded deep inside and began pumping rope after rope of cum into her. And his eyes were bulged open looking into Ruth as he did. She grabbed his arms and screamed. Her eyes were wide, watching him cum as she came. Ray's hips bucked with each jet, rubbing him hard against Ruth's clit. Each hot jet exploded with pleasure inside her and she howled. Her legs strained around him, her tummy clenched. The cords in both their necks flexed taut. Ray with sweaty effort; Ruth with feral screams.

Ray relaxed and released. Ruth fell forward onto his chest. He was still stuck inside her, and the seal they made allowed little to dribble out. She took one of his hands in hers and caressed it before locking fingers. They breathed heavy. She loved feeling his chest rise and fall.

After a bit Ray spoke up. "Ruthie, you didn't have to do that."

She didn't look up, just snuggled a bit into his chest. "Shush, you. I wanted this. I admit, I have for awhile, since you got me feeling honest and vulnerable. I think I've been in love with you for a bit. In lust at least."

Ray sighed and ran a hand through her damp hair. "You said you noticed me, the man I was becoming."

"Yeah, I've been watching you for awhile now, stealing peeks." She chuckled. "Being pervy."

His cock jerked inside her making Ruth gasp. "I wish I'd known sooner, Ruthie. That is so fucking hot."