Baby Ruth Not Baseball or Candy

Baby Ruth Not Baseball or Candy

Baby Ruth is not a baseball player or a nutty candy bar.

I picked up Ruth, my mother-in-law Doris's younger sister, at the airport. She told me that she would be waiting for me in the airport lounge, as I told her that I would not be able to pick her up until after I got out of work. She only had to wait about an hour for me.

I figured a good part of that waiting time would be time spent retrieving her baggage. Yet, as it turned out, the baggage captain not only personally retrieved Ruth's bags for her before the baggage carousel was even loaded but, also, refused a tip. She was in the lounge earlier and longer than expected.

"My tip won't be necessary," he said, waving her off with her hand. "My tip, Miss, was being able to help a beautiful woman," he said flirting with her. "You made my day," he said, ogling her big tits.

Ruth smiled.

"Let me give you a hug then for being so nice and so helpful," she said.

She took a step closer to him. She gave him a pelvic-to-pelvic hug was pressing big breasts against his chest.

Ruth later relayed this story to me about the baggage captain in the car on the long ride home from the airport.

"People are so friendly here," she said.

'Yeah, only to someone who looks like you,' I thought.

Receiving celebrity treatment, given service, Ruth was off the plane and away before the other passengers even stood from their seats. Had it not been for the personal attention she received from the stewardesses and the baggage captain, she would have been delayed. If she was half the hottie and half the slut that Doris told me she was, she should have no problem finding men to buy her drinks, ply her with alcohol, and keep her occupied until I arrived.

As soon as I saw her, the first time seeing her in person, she was more beautiful than any woman that I had ever seen. As if she was a runway model, she stood six-feet in her bare feet and six-foot-three-inches tall in her high heels. Difficult for me not to notice, she had big tits that enhanced her shapely and sexy body. If I was to hazard a guess, she had double D cup breasts.

Holding the passenger side car door open for her, as soon as she sat sideways in the car, with her knees parted plenty enough, she flashed me her bright, white, sheer panties. At least she was wearing panties. I admired her long, shapely legs as much as I admired her huge breasts.

# # #

All day, I thought of nothing else but Ruth. Such an odd name to label someone so hot, it was an old name much like that of Edna, Martha, Mary, or Rose. Then, I thought of the candy bar Baby Ruth. I laughed that this family is as chocked full of nuts as the candy bar is, including me, especially me.

Never would I tell my friends, relatives, or neighbors that I was having sex with my whore of a mother-in-law, Doris, and, now, hopefully and potentially with her baby sister, Ruth, Baby Ruth, as everyone calls her. Boston is still immersed in a Puritanical society. Most of my equals, even if they had deep, dark, forbidden thoughts about screwing their mothers-in-law, would never act upon their wanton desires for fear of ruining their reputations, and their social standing within the community. Moreover, what would their wives say and do if they knew that their husbands were having sex with their mothers?

Yet, before I met her in person, the photo of Ruth in that bikini burned such a permanent and lustful impression in my mind that I saw her bikini clad body everywhere I looked. I could not get her cleavage and her big tits out of my mind. Big tits ran in that family, except, of course, not in the case of my wife who only had A cup breasts. Instead of having tits, all she had were nipples.

'My wife must have taken after her father,' I thought.

I laughed to myself.

'I'm definitely a breast man, the bigger the better. Suddenly I questioned the attraction that I had for Cynthia, my wife. Why I married a woman with such small breasts, I'll never know. Sure, tits do not make the woman; they are only tits after all and, yes, there are always breast implants. I laughed while thinking of Cynthia suddenly walking around with enormous breasts, big boobs, double D cup tits.

"Freddie, help me," I imagined her calling me for help! "I fell over again and can't get up."

"What is it, Cynthia, did the weight of your big boobs topple you over, again?"

# # #

With her barely five-foot tall, and not more than one-hundred-pounds, big breasts on her would look ridiculous. She'd look like a brunette Dolly Parton.

Thinking absurd things and ridiculous thoughts relating to big breasts, my mind wandered as I drove from the airport and I wondered how I could be so attracted to my wife's aunt when this was the first time meeting her. I wondered if forty-three-year-old Ruth was as big of a whore as was her fifty-year-old big sister. For that matter, how dare I be banging my wife's mother, while lusting over her younger sister? Here I am fucking my one of wife's relatives and thinking about having sex with another one, especially when I'm not even having sex with my wife.

'WTF is wrong with me,' I thought?

Whenever I thought of having sex with Doris, and thought of the ramifications if my wife was to find out that I was having sex with her mother, I was sick to my stomach. Yet, as soon as I thought of the repercussions of my dastardly deeds and forbidden, sexual actions, my penis took control of my brain. With her such a great kisser, I loved making out with her while feeling her through her clothes while undressing her, and stripping her naked.

I had visions of Doris's hot body, and her big tits with her eraser sized nipples in my mouth, and my cock buried deep in her tight, warm, and wet pussy. I thought of her wonderful blow jobs, her allowing me to cum in her mouth, and her swallowing. Doris' big breasts and beautiful mouth made me forget my wife.

"Cynthia? Sorry, who are you, again?"

"I'm your wife, you dirty bastard," I imagined her saying.

"Oh, yeah. Sorry. I thought you looked familiar."

# # #

It was hard for me to wrap my mind around the fact that my wife's mother was better in bed than my wife. Cynthia is 20 years younger than her mother and does not have the sexy and shapely body that her mother does. Then, when you add Ruth into the equation, I've just died and went to Heaven. I wondered if Doris has another sister?

I'd love to make it a family affair. Never mind, banging another sister of Doris' besides Ruth would kill me. I would surely have a sexual overload at that point. Yet what a way to die.

I can see the mortician now getting my body ready for burial while talking to the funeral director.

"Look at this guy. He's dead, died of a heart attack from sexual overload and, still, he has an erection. And look at his face. How can I possibly remove that permanent smile from his kisser," asked the mortician?

Envious of me, he smiled down at me.

"What a lucky bastard he must have been to not only have been banging his mother-in-law, his wife's mom, but also her sister, his wife's aunt. I'll tell you, I've embalmed thousands of stiffs, but this guy gives new meaning to a stiff. This is how I want to die when I die, with an erection and permanent smile on my face."

# # #

When I arrived to pick her up at the terminal, even though she was in a crowd of passengers sitting in the lounge, as if a beacon illuminated her, I spotted Ruth clear across the bar with her flaming red hair. She wore a silk, yellow mini dress and was surrounded by five men. Even though we had never met, I recognized her from the photo that Doris had of her in her bikini on her bureau.

In that photo, with her big, bulging breasts, her tits overflowed bikini her top. Definitely, she had double D cup breasts. She had the Grand Canyon of proud cleavage showcasing her beautiful background of jiggling scenery. Her big nipples made their impressions through her bikini top.

Isn't it breathtaking when you see a nice pair of tits and they are not hidden away beneath a turtleneck, a sweater, and/or a coat but are out in the open and prominently displayed for all of us perverted guys to admire? Whenever I was in Doris' bedroom, I stared at that photo of Ruth in her bikini and, now, here she is along with her tits, the woman of my dreams, in person. Did I write that she has really big tits?

She looked even better as I walked closer. If it wasn't enough that she had big tits, she was so damn pretty, beautiful actually, and so tall. She had the body of a Playboy Playmate with long, shapely legs that made me glad that I was a man. Had I not known Ruth was 43-years-old, I would have thought she was 35-years-old. She looked so much younger than her age.

Then, now that I've seen her in person, and closer up, it occurred to me who it was she looked like. She looked like Jill St. John back in the day when Jill St. John made me drop my jaw and stroke my cock. For those who do not know who Jill St. John is Google the name of Jill St. John. She has lots of topless and naked photos on Google's Images. I spent a lot of time jerking off to photos of her in a bikini and, now, here is a carbon copy of her ready to sit next to me on the long drive home.

Doris was a pretty woman but compared to Ruth, Doris was a dog. Ruth was so well put together that she looked like a woman who could have played in a James Bond movie. She had the hair, the makeup, the clothes, the height, and the body. She had the kind of body that made me cringe with delight whenever I was with her. Never have I seen a woman with better looking and with a better body than she had. She made me feel special whenever I was in her company.

# # #

The center of their attention, she was surrounded by five men, all in their 40's and 50's, men who, no doubt, had wives, kids, and mortgages were all vying for her interest. They were all laughing and having a good time with all of them hoping to land her in bed. She noticed me, ignored them, and waved me over as I approached.

"Well, my ride is here, boys. Thank you for the drinks and for the pleasure of your company."

With them all swooning over her, she gave them all a pelvic-to-pelvic hug and a kiss on the lips. As if she was a celebrity or a movie star, all eyes stared at her as if she was on the red carpet. She stepped forward from her crowd of admirers. With her six-foot in bare feet, she was six-foot-three-inches tall in her high heels.

"Where you going, Ruth? Don't leave. Stay for another drink. Happy hour is just beginning," said a bald, little, fat man.

Pushing him aside with my six-four-foot-inch frame, I smiled and stuck out my hand.

"Hi, Ruth, I'm so pleased--"

# # #

My arms were outstretched at my side. Afraid to touch her for fear that this was all a dream and as soon as I touched my dream woman, she would evaporate in vapor and disappear. I gently put my arms around her. The feel of her soft but firm body electrified my passion for her and intensified the feeling that a sleeping cock feels when awakened to arousal.

She brushed by my outstretched hand, cemented her pelvis to mine, and greeted me with a warm, wet kiss on the lips. Her kiss not only raised my temperature, hardened my cock, and blanked my mind, it made me fall in love with her.

In the way that she gave the five admiring me, she gave me. As if I was her husband, her boyfriend, or her lover, she gave a pelvic-to-pelvic hug, and a long kiss that lasted longer than it should have when greeting someone that she had just met. Then, blowing my mind, weakening my knees, and putting me in a dream state, she parted my lips with her tongue and French kissed me. All five men stared at me with jealousy and at her with lust.

The feel of her soft lips, the touch of her tongue against mine, the sensation of her big breasts pressed against my chest, and the subtle scent of her floral perfume engaged my senses and maximized her kiss. It was a kiss to remember. It was a kiss that if she was none other than the daughter of Zeus, Helen of Troy, I could now, finally, understand how one woman could have launched a thousand ships by just the beauty of her face and the shape of her sexy body.

"You must be Freddie," she said with a smile.

"My sister has told me everything about you."

'Everything,' I thought? 'I wondered if she told her that we've been having sex while my wife was at work. I wondered if she told her that we make out while feeling her through her clothes. I wondered if she told her that I strip her naked, finger and lick her pussy, make love to her, and fuck her before she blows me, allows me to cum in her mouth, and swallows.'

"Damn," said one of the guys she had been flirting with, "Will you look at that?"

He turned to smile at the other men.

"I sure wish I were him," he said.

# # #

I couldn't believe that she kissed me. It was a soulful kiss and a kiss to remember, one that years from now, when I'm sitting alone with this woman, I'll remember why we're still together because of this first kiss. This kiss made me want to confess all of my sins, mistakes, flaws, and weaknesses. This one kiss would make any man get down on his knee and promise that if he could have her, he'd make her the happiest woman, and she'd make him a better man.

Alas, I was already married to her niece. When we parted, I looked into her beautiful, bright, blue eyes. She was so beautiful that she drained the emotion from me, my knees still were weak. Instantly, I was in love with this woman. Who would not fall in love with such a stunning creature?

She blanked my mind with her presence and for the life of me, I could not remember my name and where I parked my car until I hit my key fob and spotted it in the distance, and in the opposite direction. And why was this woman still single? How come no one scooped her up? Guys suck. They are such pricks not to have latched on to a woman like Ruth long ago.

We had a thirty-minute drive from the airport to my house and Ruth planted herself so close to me that I already felt like I was inside of her. She touched and rubbed the top of my leg as she talked. She slowly slid her hand up and down my thigh, occasionally squeezing my thigh. It felt good to touch me, no matter where she touched.

With each upward and downward movement of her hand, my cock responded in kind with an involuntary pulsation. She was teasing me, making me hot, and making me want her. There was really no need to do that. I already wanted her.

I already am willing and ready to divorce my wife and run away with her, my dream girl, albeit 15 years my senior, but who cares when an older woman looks as good as she does. There is not another woman that I know half her age who looks better than Ruth.

# # #

Then, she said something that would have given me a heart attack had I been a much older man.

"I'm bored," she said.

She looked up at me and smiled. She placed her left hand on my bulging prick and squeezed. Then, she said what I'll remember and will never forget for the rest of my horny life.

"May I blow you," she asked?

She smiled.

"I love sucking cock. It's been a while since I've had a big dick in my hand and in my mouth," she said. "My sister told me that you have a big cock and a hard prick."

Shocked, I was stunned. Ruth, my mother-in-law's younger sister, my wife's aunt, asked if she could blow me. This drop-dead gorgeous woman wanted to stroke my cock while sucking my prick. She wants to blow me. She wants me to cum in her beautiful mouth and swallow my load.

Unable to speak, I couldn't answer her. Not waiting for my reply, she was as eager to blow me as I was excited for her to suck me. She unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans. She stuck her soft and warm hand inside of my briefs, wrapped her long, manicured fingers around my big dick, and pulled it out. She stared at it while fondling the head of my prick.

# # #

She unbuttoned the top of her dress, reached her hand inside, and lifted her bra up and over her naked breasts.

"Feel and fondle my breasts while I blow you. I love having my breasts fondled and my nipples fingered while I'm sucking cock," she said.

While respecting my elders, immediately obeying her, I touched, felt, fondled, and groped her naked breasts while pinching, pulling, turning, and twisting her erect nipples.

Then, she leaned forward and took me in her mouth. Ruth was blowing me. She was stroking my cock while sucking my prick.

She stroked me faster. She stroked me harder. She sucked me deeper. As if she was Linda Lovelace in Deep Throat, she deep throated me.

"Cum, Freddie, cum," she said. "Cum in my mouth. I want to taste you. I want to swallow you. Cum, Freddie, cum," she said.

While steering with my left hand, I put a gentle hand behind her beautiful, red-haired head. I ejaculated a huge load of cum in her mouth and she swallowed.

Then, temporarily blocking my vision, she kissed me on the lips. She parted my lips with her tongue, and French kissed me. Surprising me, she regurgitated and snowballed some of my cum in my mouth. Never had I tasted my own cum.

# # #

"I cannot wait until we get to the house," she said. "It's been years since I've seen my sister.

I smiled while thinking of her blowing me as I had my way with her naked breasts and erect nipples.

"Yeah, me too," I said. "I'm ready to relax after a hard day at work."

I turned to her and smiled while watching her pulling her bra down over her beautiful breasts and buttoning her dress.

"Thank you for blowing me," I said. "Even better than the blowjobs that your sister gives me; your blowjob was the best blowjob that I ever had."

She laughed.

"Anytime you want another one, just asked. One of my favorite sexual things to do, I love sucking cock, especially your cock. It's so big and so hard," she said.

When she moved closer, I put my arm around her shoulders as if she was my wife, my girlfriend, and/or my lover. I couldn't wait to return the favor and eat her red pussy. I couldn't wait to make love to her while making out with her. I couldn't wait to fuck her and cum in her pussy. How hot would that be to impregnate her, give her our baby, divorce my wife, and marry her.

Where do you women learn stuff like this? Is there a secret course that women take on how to give blowjobs, 101. I'm sure that the correct answer is practice, practice, and more practice, but we dopey guys tend to put beautiful women high up on pedestals believing that they are innocent and pure and that our cock is the first cock ever to cross their lips. Let me tell you, Ruth must have played the skin flute for years because she was well practiced. Indeed, she was a professional cocksucker.

# # #

Of course, whenever we guys find a hot woman who knows her way around a penis, the first things that goes through our minds are, I wonder how many guys she has been with and how do I measure up. Then, of course, we want her to tell us the dirty details of all of her sexual encounters while she is blowing us.

"So, tell me about the time you blew your teacher. Or tell me about the time when you were the most promiscuous? Did you ever have sex with any family members, your dad, your stepfather, your brother, your stepbrother, your uncle, or your grandfather?

'Wow, no kidding,' I imagined saying. Really, I cannot believe you blew your entire college football team when you were a cheerleader. Didn't your knees hurt after a while? Oh, you had knee pads." (Now, there's a story that needs to be written. Instead of Debbie does Dallas, Ruth does the Red Dogs.)

Ten minutes from the house, she wiped her mouth with a tissue, turned the rearview mirror to reflect her image, and reapplied her lipstick.

"Thank you for the blowjob," I said. "You gave me the best blowjob that I ever had in life."

She laughed,

"Oh, Honey, that was more for me than it was for you. Trust me that was just an appetizer before the main course."

She crossed her legs flashing me a bit of bright white, sheer panties again.

"You have gorgeous legs."

She looked down at her legs before looking up at me.

"Thank you, Sweetie," she said with a laugh. "If you dare," she said with a laugh. "I'll show you what I have between them later tonight, for dessert."

We arrived at the house and I grabbed Ruth's bags. Doris was already out on the front porch waiting to greet her baby sister.

"Ruth," said Doris, giving her sister a big bear hug.

# # #

Meanwhile, all that I could think of besides the blowjob, of course, was the similarity that the Baby Ruth candy bar had with this family, nuts. With one cupping and squeezing one another's asses and reaching up to feel their tits with their other hand, they hugged one another and in an unexpected display of affection. Ruth and Doris kissed. They parted one another's lips and French kissed. More like a lesbian than a kiss that a lesbian gives her lesbian lover, it was a much longer kiss that a sister would give her sister.

Again, it was not your typical sisterly kiss; it was a long, wet kiss just like the one that Ruth gave me at the airport, but longer and more passionate. Damn, if this is the prelude of what is to happen later, then I am glad that I have a ticket to a front row seat because this is hot, really hot and, already, I have another erection. I'd love to have threesome sex with Doris and her sister.

They broke their kiss and Doris looked over at me and back at Ruth. With her having blown me plenty enough times, perhaps, she had tasted me on her sister's tongue. I wondered if Diane knew that Ruth had blown me, allowed me to cum in her beautiful mouth, and swallowed.

"I see you met Freddie."

She laughed.

"Oh, yeah," said Ruth with a smile and blotting her lips with a tissue. "I hope you don't mind, sis, but based on your recommendation, I've already blown him"

Doris laughed. She told my mother-in-law that she blew me. I looked at Ruth to look at Doris' stunned surprise.

# # #

"Come in, come in. Have something to drink and something to eat. I made some cold cut sandwiches."

Cynthia came down to greet her aunt and I was glad that Ruth did not plant a long, wet one on my wife because then, she may have suspected that Ruth had given me a blow job on the ride from the airport to the house. I was glad Ruth didn't tell my wife that she blew me in the way that she blurted that out to her mother. Isn't it funny the things that go through your mind at a time like this?

"Hi, Aunt Ruth. How was your flight?"

Ruth hugged her niece.

"Oh, it was long and now I have to get used to the three-hour time zone change from San Diego to Boston," she said with a laugh.

Cynthia stayed to visit, had a sandwich, and since it was nearing 7 pm, she took her leave of us to get herself ready for work as a second shift nurse at the local hospital. Immediately after Cynthia left, Ruth changed into something not only more comfortable, but also something more revealing. She put on a short, sheer, and sexy, low-cut nightgown that showed everything of her beautiful body.

And removing her bra, her huge tits were literally spilling out of her nightgown top. The boner that I had watching Doris and Ruth kiss, actually making out, grew some more when I saw Ruth's tits filling the top of her nightgown. My cock throbbed when I saw the shape of her firm ass complimenting the back of her nightie.

This is the body that designers imagine when they fashion clothes like these. They must cringe before puking and binging on alcohol when they see some fat, ugly Wal-Mart woman trying to fit in this outfit. She looks as appetizing as a sausage would spilling out of its broken casing.

# # #

I took leave of them for an hour to shower and change and when I returned, the party had moved to Doris' bedroom. Doris excused herself for a few minutes while Ruth and I made small talk on Doris' king-sized bed. Ruth fondled my cock through my pajama bottoms while nibbling my ear and kissing me. Then, we started really making out, the kind of making out that chaps your lips but who cares.

Never have I kissed anyone as much and who made me feel this excitedly hot with just their kissing her. Okay, her hand never left my cock, but her kisses were so intense that I could have easily cum from her just kissing me. Being a breast man, I couldn't wait to feel those big knockers again that were practically falling out of her top.

To me, there is nothing like feeling a woman's breasts through her clothes. That is such a great sensation feeling the weight and the firmness of her tit through her blouse and her bra. That makes me so hard.

We kissed and kissed while Ruth fondled my cock and I fondled her tits. Then, I had to see them again. I had to feel them in my hands. I had to suck her nipples. I had to remove her nightgown straps and lower the bodice of her nightgown to her waist.

They were absolutely gorgeous breasts. They were natural. They weren't fake or surgically enhanced, or so I thought. They were perfect.

Only, they weren't natural. They were implants. They were surgically enhanced breasts. With me being a breast expert, they fooled me. The plastic surgeon who did it was an artist because they looked so real.

These were perfect, the shape, the size, the symmetry of her areolas, and the erect harness of her nipples were glorious. I could not wait to get those nipples in my mouth, but first, I just wanted to fondle, caress, and stare at her naked breasts before sucking them. Man, I loved tits. Little did I know they were fake.

Doris entered the room wearing a pale blue, nearly transparent nightgown. She stood pausing in the light of the doorway before joining us in bed. Clearly, standing there as if she was naked, I had a good view of her erect nipples and her dark brown, bushy patch of pubic hair. I love seeing Doris' big breasts as much as I loved seeing Ruth's tits.

With my wife already gone to work, Doris lay next to her sister. They shocked me when they started making out with one another. It was exciting to watch Ruth and Doris explore one another's bodies. Right away, Ruth had Doris's nightgown up around her waist and was finger fucking her pussy while Doris sucked Ruth's big tits. Then, Ruth stopped suddenly.

"Wait," she said to Doris, "I almost forgot. I have a gift for you," she said.

She pulled this 12" black dildo from her purse. How she got that through airport security is, indeed, yet another story that I must write.

Ruth returned to the bed beside Doris with her black dildo and started fucking Doris with it. Doris was writhing in pleasure. She had her eyes closed; her head back, and was on the verge of screaming with multiple orgasms. Ruth was very proficient in the use of this sexual toy.

Then, after Doris could not take any more of Ruth fucking her with the dildo, they stopped and turned to me.

"We aren't ignoring Freddie," said Doris. "Ruth grabbed my head in her hands and pushed my mouth down to her tits.

She laughed.

"I know what this guy wants. Tits! This is what you want, too," she said with a big laugh.

# # #

Doris lowered herself down to my crotch, pulled down and removed my pajama bottoms. As soon as she did, my wife's mother stroked and sucked my cock.

Actually, Doris and Ruth are tied with their talents of sucking cock. Never giving me better blowjobs as she was giving me now, Doris was giving me one hell of a blowjob. What did they trade notes while I was upstairs showering?

"Oh, my God, Doris, unless you want me to cum prematurely, you had better stop," I said.

She laughed.

"Oh, don't cum, yet, Freddie, let Ruth try something with her magic dildo."

I turned and Ruth positioned herself behind me and had me kneel with my ass in the air. Doris stopped blowing me to watch her sister fuck me up the ass with this giant dildo

.

"Uhm, Ruth, I don't know about this. The only thing I've ever had up my ass is toilet paper. Okay, there was that time when that weird nurse thought it was funny to stick her finger up my ass and make me cum, but that was all."

She laughed.

"Close your eyes and relax, I want to give you pleasure," said Ruth.

Gently, at first, she slowly stuck the dildo up my ass and it hurt a little but as she inserted it deeper, it felt good in an odd way. Then, she was really banging me with it. I did not realize what it was she was doing until she really started getting into the action by breathing harder and making noises like she was about to cum.

I figured, perhaps, that maybe, Doris had positioned herself behind her sister and was eating her pussy but when I opened my eyes Doris was beside me watching Ruth fuck me up the ass with this thing. I tried to turn my head to see what the Hell was going on back there, but Doris grabbed my face, turned my head to her, and started making out with me.

# # #

"Do you like what Ruthie is doing to you, Freddie, Honey," she asked?

"It feels kind of weird. Does this thing have batteries in it because I can feel it pulsating and moving deeper inside of me," I asked?

She laughed again.

"Yes, natural batteries are included," she said.

They both started laughing and that was when I angled myself away from Doris and turned. What I saw made me sick and made me mad.

'Natural batteries? What the hell is that,' I thought.

"Hey, what the fuck!"

I pulled forward as Ruth pulled back. There she was standing behind me with this rigid 9" cock. Ruth was a man. She was fucking me in my ass. No fucking way! Aerosmith's song rang through my mind, The Dude Looks Like a Lady.

She fucked me with her dick. I'm gay, now,' I thought. I've had a prick, a big fat one at that, up my ass.'

"What the fuck! What the fuck! What the fuck," I repeated that over and again! "What are you doing?"

I was shocked as all hell.

"Are you kidding me? You're not a woman? You're a guy? No fucking way! I don't believe this," I said, removing his or her prick from my ass.

She laughed.

"Well, I haven't had the operation yet, to make me a complete woman, yet, but I will, soon," she said.

I made a face.

"Where do you put that thing?"

Ruth laughed.

"I tuck it up, Sweetie."

I pushed it away with my hand.

"Jesus Christ, get that thing away from me."

They both laughed,

"Freddie, listen--" said Doris trying to calm me.

Trying to make me understand, she gave me a serious look.

"I'm not gay. I'm a man who should have been born a woman," she said.

I made another face.

"Well, I don't appreciate having a dick up my ass. What the fuck," I said?

I could not believe that someone who looked as good as Ruth was not a woman. Even now, that I knew she was a man, I still could not believe that she was not a woman. Yet, there was the erect proof staring me in the face.

"Put that thing away before I give you the operation, myself, now," I said.

She put a strong hand around my neck, and stuck her prick in my mouth. I blew her. I willingly, consensually, and eagerly blew her, him, whatever. She ejaculated in my mouth and I swallowed. Done with me, she tucked it down in her panties and up between her legs.

Even though we lived in the same two-family house, months passed before I saw Doris, again. Cynthia and I split and now I live with a kind and very cute man, named Chad, and our three teacup Poodles. Ruth had shown me the other side. She had turned me into a gay man.

I told him the sad but true story about Ruth, even though he said that he was glad that I was gay, he said that if he ever sees her that he will scratch her eyes out.

The End