Drooping and clumsy with fatigue, it took Ruth a long time to get out of the
shower, dry off and get her hair fixed for bed. She was so spent, I think she
would have fallen asleep in the tub if I had allowed it. Instead I kept her
moving until she was between the flannel sheets of her queen-sized bed -- out
like a light.

I was tired too, but I got dressed and drove my rental car to the hotel where I
packed and checked out, returning to Ruth's townhouse with my luggage. I was in
bed next to Ruth five minutes after dropping my bags in the entryway. Putting my
arms around her, I nestled close and fell asleep in 10 seconds, my face tickled
by her clean, sweet-smelling hair.

I slept like a dead man for several hours, then gradually became more and more
aware of Ruth's warm, nude form beside me in bed. A heavy rain was pounding on
the roof overhead, and occasional gusts of wind flung raindrops like buckshot
against the darkened bedroom window. The perfumed warmth of Ruth's bed felt
incredibly sensual and secure in contrast with the storm howling outside. Feeling
restored by a few hours of rest, I sleepily began to explore Ruth's motionless
body with my hands.

I don't know if Ruth was dreaming, or responding to my touch, when she sighed
contentedly in her sleep and turned toward me. I kissed her face lightly and I
could see her smile in the dim light filtering into the room from the hallway.
Ducking under the covers, I lifted Ruth's right arm and put my face against her
breasts. My lips moved across the smooth, firm curves of her mounds, seeking
until I found a nipple. It was just a small bump in the center of her soft
areolae when I first took it between my lips.

Gently I sucked and licked, sucked and licked, as her nipple slowly got longer
and thicker in my mouth. I wondered how long I could play, before Ruth woke up.
She sighed again and arched her back slightly. Then her breathing changed and I
knew she was beginning to waken. Her nipple was fully erect in my mouth, now, and
she arched her back even more, pressing her breast forward to be devoured. She
gave a low moan.

A minute later Ruth surprised me by taking my head in both hands and gently
pulling me up to face her, her stiff, wet nipple falling from my lips.

"It's not fair," she whispered. "I've had three great climaxes since dinner ...
four if you count that horrible thing you did to me in the shower ... and you've
only had one. Tell me something I can do for you, my master."

"You SHOULD have more orgasms than me," I whispered back, "girls are designed
that way. Guys are lucky to have two orgasms a day, maybe three. But girls can
have two or three orgasms an hour, then two or three more the next hour."

"We can?" she said, surprised. "I've heard girls talk about multiple orgasms, but
I thought they were crazy. I didn't think it was possible."

"Oh it's possible," I reassured her. "Most women can have multiple orgasms with a
little practice."

"You have to practice?" she giggled, with a pretty smile.

"Of course! It's pretty easy, but your body has to learn to have an orgasm. And
once you learn, it gets easier and easier."

"Well I seem to have an easy time cumming with you," Ruth sighed, snuggling
close.

"That's because you're my slave. You'd be punished if you didn't cum for me," I
joked. "Seriously, though, you climax pretty easily for somebody with so little
experience."

"That's because you make me feel sooooo nasty and sexy," she purred, adding,
"that was a very bad thing you did to me in the shower."

"You mean finger-fucking your sweet asshole?" I could sense her blushing in the
dark.

"YES! I can't believe I let you do that to me!"

"You didn't LET me do that. You're my slave, remember?"

"Oh yes, I remember, and I remember I should be doing something to make you feel
as wonderful as I feel," she said firmly.

"Have you ever given oral sex," I asked.

"Nooo. Not really. There was the time after I was raped ... but he just grabbed
me by the hair, pushed his penis in my mouth and told me to suck it. I must not
have been any good because he pulled it out after a minute or so."

"How did you feel about that?" I asked.

"I thought I would be disgusted ... I thought the taste would be disgusting,"
Ruth said, "but it was kind of sticky ... nasty and sexy. I could taste his ...
stuff ... and my pussy, too. I didn't know if I should be doing something with my
tongue or what to do."

"Well, oral sex is pretty simple, but it's still something you have to learn," I
said. "If it's done right, it's guaranteed to send your lover into orbit."

"Couldn't you teach me?" she begged. "I want to learn."

"Hmmm. I think I can show you the basics." I sat up and guided Ruth until we were
sitting on the bed, facing each other about two feet apart. Our legs were
extended, clasped loosely around each other. I found Ruth's right hand and lifted
it to my mouth.

"Oral sex for beginners, rule number one," I said. "No teeth. Biting is an
advanced technique and depends a lot on your partner's tastes. You can learn that
later."