9 comments/ 24112 views/ 12 favorites Harry, Rita, and Kelly By: qualitywheat Rita Slater was breathing deeply, gasping for breath, her body bouncing up and down under the onslaught of the man who was fucking her with what seemed like abandoned ferocity. Her mind and soul had defended her, but now her body was on the point of accepting this total rout, and her mind wasn't far behind. He was attacking her with controlled venom, he hated her one moment, and wanted her the next, she, to him was an ultimate enigma. And his disdain for her had led him to grabbing her, yanking her upstairs to her bedroom, and ripping her clothes away. If Rita hadn't realised what he was about to do, she knew now. She could see the utter determination in his eyes, he wasn't to be stopped, no words of warning, pleading, or begging, was going to alter his charge. Now she was being completely and interminably screwed, his endless beating her with his prick continued unabated. She knew he had cum once, she had felt him slacken, relax, but it was only momentarily. Now he was holding her helpless, up on his elbows, looking, leering down at her. He was also seeing her face contort as he was forcing her to accept him, the climax was building. And Rita could do nothing now to resist its creeping takeover of her. He was fucking her with what seemed like endless stamina. His prick, now controlling her very life, was bigger than she had been used to; therefore it was doing what other pricks hadn't His loins slapping and crashing into hers, Rita's knees were bent at the knee, and up at the hip. They were spread wide now, there was nothing left for them to do, her feet sideways on the bed, almost under his knees. Her arms lay out as if she had been nailed to a cross, palms up surrender complete. The sawing log that was his prick, scraped, rubbed and caressed every bit of her pussy walls. She felt the head of it open her up when he rammed it in and out like the piston on a racing car. Then her fingers closed, her hands balled into fists, her toes even bent and twisted. Her feet shot downwards, her knees closed as much as they could over him. He lovely head left the pillow it was resting on, her body arched up under him. She cried out as the biggest climax she had had in years, maybe even the biggest she had ever had, exploded with the force of a bomb going off in her. Her head threw back so hard it nearly broke her neck. Her voice escaping in a wailing defeated cry, her resistance broken. The climax took him to the pinnacle of her summit and Rita fell before him, the climax rumbled and crashed around her body. Her pussy convulsed and clamped to his cock, as he continued to fuck his now helpless fuck toy. Then he himself went for his own finish line, he had got what he wanted, and that was to make her cum. He knew she didn't want to, she had resisted every inch of the way, but after his first initial ejaculation, and he had got his second breath. He had set about in a concentrated way, denying himself further pleasure until he had forced Rita to have all the pleasure all by herself, of being made to cum for him, and she had! There would be no way back for her, as soon as he had demolished her walls of defiance, it would be over. He jettisoned another wad of his thick potent cum into her, causing her body to give in once more to another climax, it was like an aftershock of an earthquake, it hit her. Rita was broken, there was nothing left to resist with, she moaned without knowing she was moaning. Gasping and sucking in oxygen, her body rippling with the climax still rolling around her. Then her body relaxed, she flopped under him, she needed rest, her mind relaxed her, letting it do just that. He lifted his head and looked at her lying still now, the fight she had put up was over, she had lost the battle, and then the war. He smiled down at her serene beauty, the arched eye brows, the long lashed lids of her beautiful dark brown eyes, eyes that killed him every time he looked into them. The high cheek bones that accentuated them, the poised nose central to her lovely face, 'and those lips, oh those lips,' he thought. They were parted just now, slightly showing her small white even teeth. So he kissed them, it was the first time he had, and even though there was no response from her, it was the best kiss he had ever had. His eyes roamed above her, her luscious deep brown, chestnut hair was spread like a huge fan, a halo even, around her head on the pillow, still lying where it had landed when her climax had almost decapitated her. He didn't remove his prick, it was snug and warm just where it was, but he knew he had slackened off. And although he wasn't a betting man, he would put his life on it springing back to life, if things went his way. He bent his head and sucked on a nipple, bringing a quiet honey moan from Rita, he was surprised by the hardness of it, the size astonished him. It was big, very big, thick, wide and long, he peered at the other, it was just the same. He gloated, and floated with delight, he had not only made her cum, he had succeeded in turning her on, that was undeniable. It had been an unintentional by product, 'nipples don't get like this by accident,' he told himself gleefully. All he had set out to do was fuck the living daylights out of her, and he had done just that. But now, knowing he had turned her on massively, filled him with the hope of the Promised Land, hers. She lay there for what seemed like to him, an absolute age, then she stirred. Rita had been with the program for a while, she was mulling over her options now, she had expected him to get off her, but he hadn't, and more to the point, she could still feel the fleshy hammer he had beaten her with, still deep in her. Her pussy twitched, a tiny grab at the weapon, she silently cursed herself for doing it. 'Do not do that again!' she berated herself. He looked at her expectantly, but Rita lay still. Harry twitched his cock back at her, no response! She stirred again, moved a little, Harry waited with bated breath to see what she was going to do, he knew whatever it was would be limited, because he was not only still on her, he was still in her. Rita had more or less regained her composure, if not all of her strength, she put her hands on his hips, pushed, and said, "Get off me you bastard, get off me right now!" She tried to lever him off, she tried to roll him away, he never went anywhere, he was too heavy, and too strong. He outweighed her by about 100lbs, stood over her by half a foot, he was about half her age, she quickly realised that physical removal was inconsequential as far as she was concerned, she would have to use diplomacy! She opened her hypnotic eyes and they came to rest on his, "Please Harry, you've had your fun, please get off me?" "Why, after the way you have been with me just of late, I don't see why I should, and anyway, you loved it, you came so many times it was untrue." He hit her below the belt, she was hoping he wouldn't go there, she hated herself for it, but she had cum lots of times, and she had lost count too. "And," he said, "I think that if I do you again, you'll cum again, and you won't be able to say no to them either, am I right?" he was taunting her slightly. "No, you are not right, you have just raped me, no matter what you say, and that you made me cum.' Arggggh, she screamed at herself, 'don't admit you came, don't!' But she just had hadn't she. "Please Harry, I won't say anything about this, I'll forget it, please let me go, please?" Harry's prick decided the issue for them both, it grew right then, back to its former glory. He felt it, and Rita felt it, the thickening swell, the slow push upwards where it slid past its recent former hunting grounds to reclaim its rights. She saw him smile, 'he knows doesn't he, the smug bastard knows!' The beautiful forty year old woman was a prisoner to her own body. She had denied herself sexual contact with men now for six years; she had tried sex and love with other women, two to be exact. But nothing, no matter how good, or how satisfying a sexy woman was, or had been, nothing could ever replace a man's cock and the bigger the better. Well, now she had been found out in a big and spectacular way, she had left her husband three years ago; right after their daughter had gone to college. And she had been sexless in the three years before and after years since. She had moved into an apartment in a city centre block, within walking distance of her work, and life was good, or so she had thought. But now Harry had taken her, and her life was upside down in thirty to forty five minutes, the thirty to forty five minutes being since he had dragged her kicking and screaming into her bedroom, and completely upended her sexual celibate life. Rita, at 5ft7" was a woman of rare sensual beauty, she never flaunted her looks, she didn't have to. Nature had decided she was a woman among women. Why she had chosen this celibacy was still a bit of a mystery to her, she just thought that with her ex husbands philandering ways, she would go in the opposite direction. She had diverted every attempt by men to take her out and seduce her, she had gone out with them, but she had never gone home with them. And none, not one, had got past her front door. That was until now, and Harry had succeeded where all others had failed, he had raped her yes, she knew that. But her response to it had amazed her, she had succeeded in not showing it, and no matter that she had fought against him, he had excited her beyond fever pitch, by his simple act of controlled sexual aggression. Harry didn't know he had done that, he had fought her, beat her, and taken her. His dominance was complete, not that he was looking for that. He had lusted for her, just as all other normal men did when laying eyes on her. But she had always for some reason, treated him as if he wasn't there, with disdain, a complete inferior. Harry was just, in his opinion a normal guy, he had feelings, and fantasies, one of them had been to lay his boss. He was in reality her office junior, he was a college graduate, but unable to get the job yet that he wanted. He always treated her with respect, and did what she told him to do, but gradually, although he had kept it inside he began to resent her treatment of him. People in the office would rib him because he never responded, or had a go back at her, he would tell them, " I think she is unhappy, so I'll let it go, okay?" Then he met a girl in town, he had gone to a club one Friday night, they had danced. And he ended up taking the dark haired lovely home, they had kissed on the door step, and he asked if he could see her again, her answer was a upfront 'Yes!' So he started dating her, she was home for the summer from college, but she disappointed him when she told him, that she had a very steady boyfriend in college, and that one day she would marry him. He had asked her why she was dating him too, and she had told him. "I'm not married yet Harry, I'm allowed some fun before I do, we have talked about this and we are sure of each other enough to trust one another." Then one night, she called home and told her parents she would be out for the night, she was staying with a friend. She and Harry had gone back to his and had mad sex all night long. Harry never once mentioned 'the boyfriend,' But the following lunch time he had, asking. "What will your boyfriend say about us now Kelly?" "He'll never know Harry, what he doesn't know won't hurt him," was her concise reply. Harry wasn't happy about her deception in the first place, and he certainly didn't like this one. They met many times; she even took to calling him whilst in bed with Harry, sucking his cock sometimes in between words. Harry, although he wasn't happy, went along with it, 'what man wouldn't?' he would ask himself, 'if it wasn't me, it would be someone else, so fuck it,' and fuck it he did! Then three weeks later Kelly took him home to meet her mom. As they walked through the door, she called out, and both Rita and Harry nearly died with shock. Kelly had told her about 'Harry,' but Rita had never put the two together. And he knew Kelly as Kelly Moran, her birth name of her father; her mother had reverted to her maiden name. Harry regained his composure first, stuck out his hand and said, "I'm so pleased to meet you Mrs Slater, I was hoping one day Kelly would do this, thank you Kelly," he beamed at her. This distracted Kelly's funny look at her mother. Rita managed to control herself and went along with the charade. Soon they were chatting, and during the chat, Rita mentioned in a sideways way, "What about er, you know Kelly?" "No problem mom, he knows what I'm up to, so don't worry okay?" Harry and Kelly, said, 'you liar,' in their heads at the same time. He didn't know Harry was fucking his girlfriend, and future wife rotten, and neither di her equally beautiful mother. Rita tried as hard as she could to be polite, but it was becoming more difficult, neither had told Kelly that Harry was her junior office boy, not that she would have cared. Harry sensed the unease and said it was time to leave, when Kelly saw him off with massive kisses, and a lot of groping at the door, he left. Kelly told her mother off for being so rude, and went to bed in disgust. Rita was at a loss now, her inferior junior office boy was seeing her daughter, her beautiful daughter who was engaged to be married and into a well known, and extremely wealthy family. 'They had better not be having sex too,' her sudden thought made her gasp. In the morning she asked her daughter point blank if she was. She denied it completely, telling her mother. "No I am not, and don't you even dare tell me what to do, and whom with, I'll decide that, not you!" But in two weeks it wouldn't matter, she was going back to college and her boyfriend. In the meantime Rita got more distant with Harry, giving him even more menial jobs, and Kelly annoyed her too by bringing him home regularly. Rita tried to dissuade her daughter from doing so. Harry could see her discomfort, and began to lightly tease her at work. Then things came to a head, Kelly went back, she was tearful, she liked Harry more than she should. But her aim was high, and Harry wasn't high enough, she would go back and rebuild her life with her boyfriend. A week after she had gone, Rita told Harry she wanted to discuss a very private matter with him. She had guessed, rightly that her Kelly and Harry had been having sex, and wanted to know the truth. Kelly had been distant on the phone. She asked to meet him in a bar, he had said no, but I'll be at yours by seven tonight. He had nothing to lose, he had just been offered a post with a company only a mile down the road from here he was now, life was on the up! He had just handed his notice in that afternoon to personnel. At seven he rang Rita's bell, she opened it, she had changed from her work clothes, and was wearing a simple blouse and skirt, she was bare footed, her hair was hanging loose around her shoulders, parted down the centre, it was thick and glossy. And Rita looked utterly sexy, desirable and adorable; this was the first time he had seen Rita like this, the woman whom she was. Harry's prick jumped and said, "Well, hello there!" "What do you think you are staring at? are you some sort of a perv as well as useless in the office! You like what you Hmmmm? Huh, you want to see me when I get dressed properly, now put your eyes back in the sockets, I want to talk to you!" "Well, that's a good start," he told himself, his back was up, she was annoying him a lot. He took this at work, he didn't have to take here as well. "Right," he said, "before we get to talking, don't you!" he said, pointing his finger at her, "Speak to me like that, we're not at work, I don't like rudeness, not from you, not from anyone!" She ignored him completely, "Are you, or have you been having sex with my daughter Kelly?" Kelly's words came back to him, they had been talking about her mother, or rather Kelly had, whatever she told him stayed with him, nothing would ever get repeated. And one of the things she had said was, "I can't understand why she doesn't go out more, she's beautiful and...." Harry interrupted her, "Yes," he agreed, "and I can see where you get your sexy beauty from!" he told her. "Don't change the subject Harry," she added, "she's sexy, do you know, she's told me it's about six years since she's done it, since she left my dad. So she must be, in fact I know she is, dying for it! She needs a damn good 'seeing' to, the way you 'see' to me in fact! I know my mom, she needs it," she was nodding her head to no one, and Kelly had giggled uncontrollably. Now Harry was looking at Rita, Kelly's mother, and his attitude was changing as he was speaking. "You need to mind your own business Rita!" he used her first name for the first time. "If Kelly and I had sex it has nothing what so ever to do with you, and you really need to speak to her about it, not me!" "Where do you get off calling me Rita!" she demanded, "I'm Mrs Slater to you!" she bellowed, she seemed out of control to Harry. "I'll have you terminated on Monday!" she shouted at him. "You can do what you like you jealous old witch," he sneered, "just because I might be screwing your daughter, you can't stand it can you, To know that there is someone out there is actually happy in their life, and certainly happier than you!" Rita flew at him, "I'll teach you to speak like that about me and my daughter, you worthless son of a bitch!" Her actions were to seal her fate, as she tried to scratch him, he grabbed her arms, spun her around, and picked her up bodily. He briefly wondered what to do, then Kelly's words entered his mind again. "She needs a damn good seeing to!" He got his arm around her trapping hers, and walked of with her under his arm like a man carrying a roll of carpet, she kicked and screamed at him, but he took not one bit of notice. 'I'm going to fuck you Mrs Rita Slater, you see if I don't!' he told himself. In the bedroom, she threw her down, got over her and raised a big hand, "one more word, one more word," he repeated, "And I'll slap you down hard!" Rita clammed up, he burst her blouse open, and used it to tie her hands behind her back. Now Rita was fearful, she had lost her bravado completely. Harry threw his clothes of and Rita saw his fully engorged prick, it seemed to hypnotise her for a moment. But a moment was all Harry needed to yank her skirt, and knickers off. He untied her, yanked the remains of the blouse away followed by her bra, she was now silently naked before her daughters sometime boyfriend. He forced her hands above her head and collected them in one hand, leaving the other free to do what it needed to do. She didn't know her pussy was getting wet, that her nipples were hardening for him, and because of the way he was treating her. He loomed above her, taking and pointing his prick at her he was in! He settled himself in her. Suddenly Rita found her voice and started to scream, his answer was to pull out, and ram his dick back in so hard she lost her breath, and her voice was no more. Now Harry fucked Kelly's mother, he was where he, and probably hundreds of men would wish to be. Now he was on a mission, and Rita would have no say in its outcome, his cock was throbbing, his balls were boiling, and Rita's pussy was now like a left on tap. He had let go of her wrists somewhere along the way, and now he was up on his elbows and fucking her so hard and long, her body caved in to the tumultuous divine sensations being caused by Harry's prick. Her arms went around him, her legs held her to him, her eyes closed as she revelled in her total uneven seduction. She never even her herself speak. "Oh Harry, Harry, Harry, Oh yes, oh god Harry mmmmm." Another orgasm floated around her, all the ligaments in her body seemed to have dissolved, she just flopped where his rhythm left her. Harry, Rita, and Kelly Eventually her mind joined in, took up the challenge, 'if you can't beat em, join em!' It told her, she did. Her eyes opened, she saw his mouth, reached up and kissed him, it was as much of a surprise to her as it was to him. But he never pulled away, he locked on and they were now real, joined, up and connected lovers. Rita knew now that her enforced celibacy was a stupid way to conduct her life, she was a woman, a real, wanted, and needy woman with all the love she had to give. She needed a strong loving man once more in her life. One she could share with life's challenges, had Harry found her, was he the one? She came down from the sky high she had been on, and slowly settled to earth like a feather on the wind. Having him on top of her, gave her comfort, protection, guidance, and desire to be desired, and wanted badly once more by a man. Rita was a woman first and foremost; her confidence had been more than badly dented by her former husband. Suddenly, she knew now she was still attractive and desirable to a man. She had convinced herself that she must be unattractive, ugly even, but she couldn't have been further from the truth, men of all ages lusted after her. But she had hidden behind the facade of a strong, denied herself the hurt she had undergone, so therefore no time to heal. She had become a no nonsense woman, she had no time for the opposite sex. "I'm sorry Harry," she whispered, "I have treated you badly for some time now. I shouldn't have. Please, can you forgive me? I can understand why you have just done what you did, and in a way I suppose you can say I deserved it. But I wouldn't quite agree with that statement." "I'm sorry too Rita," he replied, "I should not have done it, it was wrong, and if you report me, I'll own up to everything!" Rita put her arm around him, and thought, 'how could I report him for opening up the world to me again, and in such fantastic and spectacular fashion?' Rita rested her head on his shoulder, "we need to talk Harry, there are lots of things to discuss now isn't there?" "Yes I suppose there is," he said, wondering what she was talking about, he had just banged her out of her, and his head, what more was there to say? She raised her eyes to look at him, "Harry," she whispered, it was all she said, she didn't have to say any more. Harry knew now what it was on her mind. Her hand had slipped down and grasped his now soft and depleted prick, and cupped his empty balls. He wrapped and arm around her, kissed her hair, she lifted her face, he kissed her lips, she kissed him back. When he woke up it was dark outside, the clock said, 3.43 he had forgotten where he was, and actually thought Kelly was in his bed with him. Then memory returned, she was lying on her side with her back to him, he spooned right in. He gave a very satisfied smile and, cupping a tit in one hand, happily drifted back to sleep. Confident that in the morning, round two would commence. He had a delicious feeling that Rita had a lot more to give, and a lot more satisfaction to be hopefully gained. He woke up again to find a very resplendent Rita leaning over him, she had risen, showered, washed and dried her hair, it was brushed to a soft sheen. She had put on a little make up, although in his opinion, none was needed. And 'oh heart of hearts,' he thought, she had a bra on, her hip was against his and he could feel the panties, her leg slipped over his, 'Stockings, fucking stockings!' He chortled to himself. "Now," she said, her voice was soft, and utterly sexy, "where were we before we fell asleep, hmmmm?" Her hand found him and squeezed, followed by slipping up his already growing shaft. He began to sit up, but a shake of her lovely head said, no! Her demanding lips did the rest, he fell back and fully allowed her all she wanted. "You Harry are a very naughty boy, and do you know what I do to naughty boys hmmmm?" she asked huskily, Rita was turned on by a country mile already. She played with his now hard and solid member. "No Mrs. Slater, I don't," he grinned delightedly "but if I have been a naughty boy, then I think some form of punishment is needed and warranted, don't you?" Saying no more, Rita lifted the bed covers and bent her lovely head, he moaned loudly as his prick disappeared into her warm and wet mouth. She sucked him feverishly, hard and long, her head bobbing up and down at speed. Her hand was caressing and gently hefting his cum refilled balls. The knowledge of what was in them waiting for her spurred Rita on to greater and greater things. She heard him say, "Oh Mrs Slater I have been so naughty, you must punish me all you can!" Rita had a delicious small climax, her teeth nipped behind the head, and sucked, Harry felt his balls jump. She is better at this than Kelly, he thought, certainly different anyway. He flopped back, and knew in a short while he would be bombarding her tonsil with hot cum, that was if she stayed on him and took it? His hand told her he as cumming because it found the back of her head, 'every man in the world does this,' she thought gleefully, and Harry was no different. She increased the pace and the power, Harry hips jumped; Rita clamped her lips tight around the head and waited with almost, if it were possible, bated breath. Harry bumped at her, then Rita felt that single pulse to denote the first lot was on its way, and it was, and it did. It shot right to the back of her mouth. She briefly savoured the taste before swallowing it, as she did, the second salvo exploded in her. Then the third, she game fully took it all, her cheeks bulging like a feeding squirrel. Rita sucked and swallowed in time with the other, she but a rythm and got all of it. Her nostrils flaring as she sucked down life giving oxygen as his hot cum travelled to its destination. Harry cock end was tingling, and ringing like church bells on a Sunday morning. Rita pumped his balls gently with her soft hand, making sure none got left behind. Then it came to her, that delightful feeling of victory over her man. His cock started to deflate, he had nothing left, she had won, and taken the very last drips he had. She stayed where she was, she didn't want to relinquish the gorgeous cock she had just gained victory over. It was soft now, but she could still feel the dynamism in it, the unadulterated power of it. Knowing that soon, it would demolish her once more, in the throes of love they would be sharing all this weekend. She slid slowly back up his body, her soft hair providing the means for her soft motion. She nestled in, the top of her shoulder under his, her head back on his shoulder, her arm around his waist, her stocking leg over his naked one. She sighed, happy, contented, and so so satisfied; she still tasted him, smelling him. His manly aroma would forever stay with her, no matter where life took her, she would never forget this, or this night. Half an hour later, they both stirred, "Shower Harry," she said, "or the bath?" "Definitely the bath, Rita definitely," he replied gladly. She smiled now at the use of her first name, she actually liked it, she bit his nipples, tickled his balls and jumped out of bed. She had already been in the shower, but she wasn't about to turn down her first chance of a bath with her young lover. The young lover who had taken her wonderfully to the cleaners, and had also hung her magnificently, out to dry! Sitting in the hot soapy water, harry played with her nipples, bringing small moans of arousal along with it. "I'll make it right for you Harry, just wait and see," she said. "Make things right, make what right?" Harry asked. "Work Harry, I'm going to get you a better job, one that means something, and I'm going to be nothing but nice to you. I really am sorry for the way I've treated you, I should have known better. I'll make sure you get promotions from now on." She said, already working out in her mind what, and how, she was going to do things. "It doesn't matter Rita, I took all you gave me in my stride, and anyway, I handed my notice in Friday afternoon, right after you left. I'm leaving in two weeks." "Leaving!" she said loudly, "you can't, I've just told you that I'll make it up to you. Your future is more or less guaranteed now!" Harry breathed deeply, this wasn't going very well was it? he asked himself. "What my future is Rita is the job I applied for and got. I am entering an engineering company. It's what I have been after since I left college. There is nothing for me where you are Rita, its not what I want. And, if you think about it, if we continue to see each other, and I hope we do. Then we won't be in each others pockets all day long, only between the sheets!" he sniggered loudly, and squeezed her nipples. "Oh Harry, I don't want you to leave, I want you with me, please reconsider?" she asked earnestly. He dropped his hand to her pussy, she yelped. "That's not fair Harry, don't do that while we are talk..... Oooooh Harry, don't please?" He bit and kissed her neck, felt her everywhere and Rita forgot the conversation, she as so wrapped up in what he was doing, six years of abstention had to be banished from her life. To be replaced with huge amounts of love, and lots of great hard sex. "I'm hungry Rita," Harry said, she elbowed him in the ribs. "That's just great that is, you get me all hot and bothered, then you tell me you want feeding, typical of the male sex!" and she laughed. She turned, kissed him lightly, heavily, and very passionately. 'Where have you been all my life Harry?' she asked herself, then she got out, washed him head to foot, making sure she paid lots of loving attention to his tender parts. She told him to stay where he was, she would call him, she ran more hot water for him, and left, after a lot more kissing from her, and even more feeling him. Rita couldn't believe the change in her, Harry had brought her back to life, yes he had taken her, and forced her, but there was none of that now. She felt alive for the first time in years, she was happy, and contented. She skipped about downstairs making a huge platter for him, she wanted to do it, she wanted to serve him, feed him, do anything she could for him. It wouldn't matter what he asked of her now, she would give it, get it, bring it, and do it! Rita called out to him that his breakfast was ready. He came down in a pair of shorts, and he looked every inch the man he was, a real man, a strong man, and a definite powerful man, tall and lean, and packed with tight muscle. 'And under those shorts,' she knew already, was the best part of his muscular powerful lean slender frame, it epitomised the man she was leaning about. They embraced, and kissed, Rita ran her hands all over him, learning, finding out what he was. She sat him down; the chair was slightly sideways on to the table. She put the plate in front of him, flipped her long leg over his lap, and sat on it facing him. Then she fed him, morsel by morsel, bit by bit, she even held the mug whilst he drank, she dabbed his lips with a napkin, and kissed him every time she did. Rita had forgotten what it was like to be with a man she wanted to be with, Harry had spun her on her beautiful head, and she was feeling so happy. All she had on now was her dressing gown, so Harry made hay while the sun shone, and eventually, after almost twirling her nipples into a May Pole, his finger(s) found their way to her ass. He poked one in while staring blatantly her in the eyes, sort of daring her to say no. Rita took the hint in his, and stayed silent, but she couldn't stop herself from squirming on him. It had been twenty years since she had had a finger up her bum. And it brought back memories of having something else up there, something she had tried to avoid; it had been painful, but strangely exciting. The man who had done it had ejaculated, and the warm, hot feeling had always been stayed her. Rita decided that she liked the unasked for intrusion, it was unusual to say the least. "Harry," she said, "do you realise where your finger is right now?" He smiled; it was the answer she hadn't needed to ask for. "There might be something else up there later, I feel a serious naughty spell coming on," he said smiling at her broadly. Rita didn't know whether to be happy or worried. She did want to do it with him, but the thought gave her the yips. She knew it would be painful, and she knew it would be exciting. She also knew he would cum in her there, and wondered if she would cum too. She couldn't stop kissing him, her beautiful face was all around him, her soft sweet apple hair swished around as she went for his neck, his cheeks, eyes, nose, ears and lips. Rita was beating a path to the door of the woman she now knew was still alive and well. Her sexuality was exploding all over, she could smell, even taste it, she became more and more excited by her own inner sense of worth. "Harry," she breathed, she was in the grip of her own arousal, she needed cock, and she needed it fast. "Can we go back to bed darling, I need to make love to you." Rita's whole life had been changed overnight, she was feeling immensely grateful now, Harry had snatched her from the jaws of her own defeat, and switched on the light of her life once more, she would never forget it. "Let's stay down here Rita, let's have fun around the house hey?" he grinned. Rita laughed, "That is naughty my boy you know what happens when you are naughty!" her eyes lit up like a zillion watt lighthouse! Then she said, "where?" "Right here on the table for a start," he told her, Harry picked her up and sat her on it. His hand in the centre of her ample tits she found herself being pushed backwards. Harry got down on his knees and eyed her gorgeous 40 year old pussy, he darted forward and his tongue struck. It poked in as far as it would go, and Rita squealed loudly, her thighs closing tightly on his head. "Harry, oh Harry, Arggggh Oh my God hmmmm!" Her juices flowed freely, being lapped up lecherously by her young suitor. Harry was well versed in this art, he had always been good. But the short time he had had with Rita's daughter Kelly, had honed his expertise to a fine art. Rita came suddenly and unexpectedly. Her legs shot up into the air and her heels landed painfully on his back, but he never even broke stride. He attacked her with vigour and determination; he pressed his nose on her clit and rubbed it as his tongue devoured her, climax after climax hit the mature beauty. Rita collapsed, her legs fell away, she was wide open to him, Harry stood, picked her legs up and put them up on his shoulders, now for it, he thought. He drove his prick in hard and fast, and he fucked her even faster. He loved this, he was looking down at one of the most beautiful sexy women he had ever met, or even seen. He was fucking her wholesale! 'And,' he reminded himself, 'she's still my boss, but not here!' Rita was a new woman, in hours she had been changed, forcibly at first, from a near grumpy bitch,(her thoughts) to the person she always knew she was, but had somehow lost in the distant past. Her wardrobe would go, the new Rita was on her way. The sexual beauty she once was had been rediscovered. While her thoughts were racing through her head, and her arousal was complete, and climaxes smashing their way around her, Harry pulled out and hit bulls eye in her ass, he held her by her knees and kept her close to him. Her eyes flew open, her mouth gaped, sucking in breath for the scream he knew was coming. He felt her legs tighten in an attempt to pull away. She was going nowhere, her arms came up, but there was nothing to hold on to, nothing but fresh air to grab. Harry, let one hand go and clamped it over her mouth, then hit bottom with his prick. Rita gurgled and burbled behind his hand, he kept his prick thrust deep in her ass, holding his position. Rita's eyes were bulging, her face was bright red, she had never known such excruciatingly wonderful pain. She didn't know which had the upper hand. Her arms fell down and lay on the table at her sides. Harry moved his hand and took hold again on her legs, then he began to stroke in and out, there was nothing Rita could do to stop the unassailable onslaught her ass was taking. His eyes locked on hers as he screwed the helpless woman below him. Looking at his prick as it came out, he saw the brown shit stains all over it. He grinned at himself. Rita was being transported once more into a world of Harry's making, he let go off her legs, and his fingers closed over her door knob nipples. It was what she needed to cum with. She howled softly as an enormous climax rushed through her ass, to and from her nipples, then around her superb sexy body, until all of her nerve ends were jangling about. Harry boomed his cum into her, she felt the swarming and burning in her bowels, to go deep within her senses, the part that no one could reach with anything physical. She felt wetness splashing over her, she looked about, and saw her pussy squirting juice out to land on her face and body. Rita had never cum like this, she didn't even know it was possible. She opened her eyes to reality once more, to find herself being sat upright by Harry. "I think you may have passed out Rita, are you alright?" she was more than touched by the concern in his voice, she cried and hugged him. "Take me to bed Harry, I need to rest and hold you, please take me," it was a heartfelt need to be cocooned for a while, she needed his closeness. In there they lay tight together, he had never fucked a woman like this, Rita didn't know it but his eyes had been opened too, and not only by her, but by her daughter too. Rita was the mould that had been used for Kelly, everything Kelly was, had been gifted to her by her mother, apart from the age difference, that was the only difference, youth, and vitality. But Rita had maturity on her side, so both had an even split of the other. As he lay there with Rita, he couldn't have been happier, except for one thing. Being with Rita was making him miss Kelly, there was nothing to choose between the two. In their own way, they were both fantastically beautiful sexy women. And Harry had a jealous and unreasonable urge to talk to her boyfriend, and tell him of Kelly's wonderful sexy, and alluring body, a body that he had fucked and made love to in every way, almost, he hadn't screwed her ass. But he also knew he would never do such a thing, not even if the man somehow got to ask him the question of whether he had or not. Rita insisted on going shopping late that afternoon, "That's if I can walk properly!" she lovingly admonished her boy lover. She bought Harry a solid gold neck chain, a very thin and very expensive one. He had tried to refuse it, but gave in when he saw how much she wanted to buy it for him. He got to choose some of the sexiest under wear he could lay eyes on, all with making love to her in his sights. He amazed her, considering he was a mere male in these things, for displaying a knack for picking things that Rita liked too. She bought everything with him in mind, to please him completely; it had been so many years since she had done this. The whole weekend was spent making love, he explored her everywhere, and anywhere, Rita returned the compliment, they even discussed a bit of bondage, and decided that next week they would explore that. She was actually looking forward to having him spread-eagled on the bed, and solely for her singular use. Rita came clean when he asked her about boyfriends since her break up with, in Harry's considered opinion, stupid husband. She told him she had never had sex since about three years before they eventually split, to this very weekend. So it had been well over six years. But she did also tell him about the two women lovers she had tried, and though they were somewhat satisfying, "nothing," she said, "can compare with this, nothing!" and she squeezed his cock for him. Harry, Rita, and Kelly Harry found it exciting to imagine her with another woman, he filed that one away for the possible future, it wasn't the right time to go there, not yet, he thought. On the Monday at work, not one person wasn't more than astonished when the beautiful woman who breezed in smiling at all. Rita was dressed conservatively, but her elegance and femininity was there for all to see. And her hot sexuality surrounded her, she looked fabulous, smelled fabulous, she was fabulous, and she was nice to everyone around her. And what amazed everyone even more, she fawned over Harry to the extent that they wondered if he had drugged her. One or two guessed, and rightly, but kept it to themselves, that young Harry had found a way past her icy exterior, and melted the lady's heart, he had! They kept the questions and looks at bay, but Rita was having a hard time not to show the world what she had found, and every time Harry thought she was going to open up, he kept a lid on it by changing a subject, interrupting, or leaving her alone in her office. But they more or less lived like man and wife at her home all week, though travelling to and from work in their own cars. They were now hard and fast lovers, but Harry felt that one day she would want to find someone nearer her own age, he was totally wrong of course, she was in love with him. He also felt it might be him that meandered off and found someone more his age. He was right in a way, but not the way he was thinking of, he could never have imagined what happened. On the Saturday night Harry and Rita had been out for a meal, a secluded little place, they had secured a booth at the back that was almost private. And during the meal, both of them got more and more amorous, touching and feeling. Harry was being very naughty, and Rita had warned him many times that he would be punished when they got home. But it didn't stop him from making her cum right there on the seat. Rita was so embarrassed, but flushed with delight at her ability to please him like this. They arrived home, Rita wanted to bathe, so they made love in there instead of the bed, although they still 'played' for a while before collapsing in a heap and in each other's arms. At three o clock in the morning, Rita's front door opened silently, Kelly had been arguing regularly with her boyfriend, her proposed husband to be. She had changed since her tryst with Harry at home, and had got around to deciding he wasn't the man she wanted to marry, now or ever. So she had set off for home, and to have a heart to heart with her mom, she would understand, give her the advice she needed. Kelly was confused about her life. She went into her bedroom, and sat there wondering whether to wake her, she decided not to. Then she decided to ring Harry, maybe she would drive over and see him, tell him of her troubles. He would understand she was certain of that. He was the nicest boy she had ever met. 'And,' she thought lewdly, 'what he can do with that!' meaning his lovely cock. She took her phone out, it was late, but he wouldn't mind. The phone rang, and she listened, she could hear ringing coming from downstairs, piqued, she went to investigate what phone was ringing. In the kitchen was a jacket, a man's jacket, and in the pocket was a phone was beeping. Kelly shut her phone down, and the other phone stopped ringing, on the screen a name appeared, Kelly! She rang Harry's number again, and again the phone rang, again she shut hers down, and a new missed call appeared, Kelly! She couldn't think why, or what was going on, 'why is his phone here and ringing, what's going on?' she asked herself. She thought that he was maybe on the sofa, or in a spare room staying the night for one reason or another. She went into the downstairs rooms, no one there, then she went quietly back up, and entered the two spare rooms, no one there either, 'and he certainly isn't in my room because I've been in already!' she told herself. Then a crushing thought, 'NO HE CAN'T BE! IT'S NOT POSSIBLE!' Kelly forced herself to be calm, the door to her mother's room wasn't closed, it was just pushed to. She moved to it, denying herself the thought that he was in there with her mother. She gently opened it, and there in the moonlight filtering through the windows was two people, the one on the far side was her mother, she would know her anywhere. Her back was to the door, and spooned right into her was a man. Kelly could see they were totally naked under the thin cotton sheet half over them, the man's arm around her, both deep in slumber. She knew it was Harry, and why shouldn't he be with her mother, she was lonely, she was in denial, she had told him everything about her. And now it seemed, her had taken some sort of advantage. 'Who's to blame for that Kelly?' She left the room, and stood there thinking of what to do, she couldn't possibly gop back now, she had to know. She went down stairs, retrieved Harry's phone and took it back up, creeping into the bedroom she placed it on the cabinet by his head. Then she left and drove away. Kelly was driving to his house. She stopped and called him, after a few rings he answered, he sounded a bit groggy, 'As well you might Harry!' He said hello, who is it? and never thought as to why his phone was where it was. "Its me Kelly, I'm outside yours Harry, where are you, I need to see you," she told him. There was silence, then he spoke. "I'm at Danny's, we had a night out and I'm staying over," he told her. Harry was sat up in bed now, and Rita was too, she knew who it was too. "What are you dong at mine Kelly?" he asked. "I want to see you Harry, I need to talk, please come here?" "I can't Kelly it's, what, three in the morning isn't it?" Kelly played her trump. "Oh well, if you can't, I'll go home and wake mom, she won't mind," she said wickedly, grinning from ear to ear. Rita, who was listening avidly now to the conversation, shook her head at Harry, mouthing NO! "No, wait Kelly, give me thirty minutes and I'll come over, okay?" Kelly beamed. Kelly wanted to kill him, and then she would k8ill him again, how dare he deceive me like this. 'But he isn't deceiving me is he?' she thought. 'He can do what he likes, I told him I had a boyfriend, there was nothing in it for him, so the fact that he is screwing my mother, really has nothing to do with me, has it!' She arrived at his and parked up, sure enough, forty minutes later he arrived. Rita had told him not to mention her, "if I have to tell her, I will tell her myself, okay Harry?" She said, he agreed totally. As soon as he got out of the car, Kelly went to him, and inexplicably kissed him hard and long. She was more surprised than he was, they both spluttered and mumbled. Harry broke away and opened the door, but her kiss was burning his lips, now he knew for certain he had and was missing her. When he admitted her, she pressed herself up against him, she knew now too, that the reason she was having trouble with her boyfriend was him, Harry. Suddenly Kelly was on a mission of her own, she wanted to go to bed with him, and find again that which she had missed so badly. "Harry," she murmured into his chest, she lifted her face, he looked at them, and sank without trace into those dark stop traffic eyes. Her arms snaked around his neck. "Miss me Harry?" It was all it took, they almost ran to his bedroom, and in seconds there were fighting and tumbling about, each trying to get the others clothes off. Harry's prick ended up in her hands. "Got you Harry, you're dead!" There was nothing he could do, 'a standing prick knows no conscience!' wass the mantra, as far as a horny young guy is concerned. The dark young beauty that was his lover's daughter and double, kissed him. She made him lie on his back and she mounted him, his defeat was over in seconds, and Harry loved it. Up on her knees, feet over his thighs, hands on his chest and shoulders, letting him know who had who. Harry got the fucking he was getting used to giving her mother. Kelly leaned forward so she could drive up and down on him without losing grip or breaking her stride. Harry made a mistake, "What would your boyfriend say if he could see you now Kelly," he gasped, as Kelly was really going for it. She had had sex only once since Harry, and her boyfriend suddenly didn't cut it for her any more. It was Harry, what had been for her, a little fun, had turned serious. She had even begun to think she loved him, now she knew she did! Harry's hands were on her waist helping her, as she slammed down on him. Kelly blurted out unintentionally, "I would think he would say the same as my mother would, if she could see you getting screwed by me!" Both stopped what they were doing in their tracks. Harry looked at her incredulously, "Kelly!" he said, "Are you telling me that....." "Yes Harry, I know!" then she resumed her fucking of him, Harry, like Kelly forgot about it, so he took up the challenge and did too. They could talk about it all later, they were both too far gone with the other. Kelly's head bent in that familiar way he knew so well, she was cumming, Harry was near too. Then they both blew out at the same time, it was like tyre bursts, a huge bang and cum was being jettisoned form one to the other. She fell on him, he wrapped her in his arms, and they lay in the afterglow of a tremendous, and terrific, well earned, and much missed fuck. "I think I love you Harry," Kelly said, "but you've gone and complicated things well and good haven't you?" Harry was stunned, he had never, nor would he have ever thought that Kelly had changed like this. And he was thinking the same thing, 'yes, I think I do love her too,' he thought. "Do you love my mom?" she asked. His answer was, "I don't think so Kelly, not in the true meaning of the word. She is a fantastically, and an amazing woman, so kind, gentle...." "And beautiful and sexy too," Kelly finished for him. "Yes, and that too," he admitted. "I don't want to hurt her Kelly, that's the last thing I want." "So she must love you then, or you wouldn't have said that about her." Kelly mumbled, "How did you both get together anyway, what happened that got you into her bed, and heart, for that matter? You knew what she was like; you work for her, and all the things I told you about her, did it give you the edge, a way in?" "Yes Kelly, I think she does love me, even though there is an age gap. And I called to see her to discuss work, there were problems, and instead of dealing with them at work, I went to your house. And somehow," he prayed Kelly would never know how he had got her mother, "we ended up in bed." "Well, that sounds like the biggest lie ever, so I guess it must be true then." Kelly said, Harry was as confused as hell by that. "So what are we to do about it Kelly," he was out of his depth now, knowing a woman's mind was, he already knew, for someone like Einstein, not him! "First things first, I want to know how you feel about me, what do you want Harry?" "I have to be honest Kelly, when you went back I missed you, I even thought that I loved you. What happened with your mom wasn't planned, it just happened," he said. "Answer my question!" Kelly told him, "How do you feel about me!" He looked at her, he was thinking, Kelly was just about to get up when he said. "I love you Kelly, I'm sure I do, I haven't been right since you went back, but I haven't had time to think about you, or things. What happened with your mom was so fast, it took things over, or I might even have called you." Harry prick was hard, Kelly had a hold of it without realising it. He looked at it, looked at her, and he jumped her. His prick was out of her hand, and deep in her pussy before her head hit the pillow. "Arggggh, Oh Harry, hmmmm, you bastar..... Ohhhhhhh yes you cunt, fuck me you bastar...... Go on give me your worst, your bes..... Hmmmmm, yes that's it you fucking big cocked bastard, harder, fucking harder, go on keep going, yesssssss!" They made love, screwed and fucked like only young people can, strength and stamina knows no bounds when the young get the bit between their teeth sexually. They both came in torrents, cum spewing out from them both, and running on to the sheets. Hot and sweaty, breathing deeply, they went on and on. The love they were feeling was being cemented into solid unbreakable concrete. When they awoke, it was 11am, Kelly mumbled something about her mother. Harry sat up with a start, "Jesus Kelly," he groaned, "she'll be going out of her mind, she heard you on my phone, she knows you are here. So she'll put two and two together and not make fucking five that's for certain." He laid back on the bed, "We have to think of something, this will kill her, fuck, what a position to be in, she'll never forgive me, never." Kelly was, for a moment angry, then she saw and understood the concern in his eyes, 'he does care for her,' she thought. "We can be up front and honest Harry, tell her the truth, she's a woman of the world, she'll understand, hopefully," she added, a little lamely. "Kelly, she is your mother, I've been sc.... well, you know. We can't just waltz in and say oh, by the way we love each other, see ya!" Harry's phone rang, he checked it, the screen said, Rita. Harry dropped it like a hot potato. "Fucking hell Kelly, what...." he was lost now, he couldn't hurt her like this, he couldn't. "Hi mom," Kelly said into the phone, Harry's eyes closed in fear. "Yes mom, but he's in the shower, we'll be over in about an hour okay?" "..........................................................................................................." "I had a big argument with Callum, we've finished, and I needed a friend to talk to so I came home. I got to your house, and then decided to come to see Harry first." "............................................................................................................" "Yes mom, I've been here all night, please don't worry mom, everything is okay, I love you mom." "................................................................................." "Mom, I have already guessed that you love him, but we'll talk when we get there okay?" "......................................................................................................." "Take him away from you, oh mom, don't say that, anyway, I have no intention of doing so. And I'm at college, so I will only be home for weekends, you'll have him in the week won't you?" Kelly hadn't realised what she had just said. "...................................................................................................................................................................................................." "Please mom, don't cry, we'll sort it all out, and yes, yes I do, and I love you too. I'll see you shortly mom, love you, bye x x x x x x" Harry nearly died from a heart attack, 'Rita knew everything, Kelly had admitted it all, she must know what we've been up to?' His thoughts strangled him. Kelly looked at him, "sorry about that, it all just slipped out, it sounded like the right things to say when I was saying them, but now, Jesus Harry, we have to make it right, don't we?" Harry groaned, he never said anymore, he showered, and got dressed, he was morose, not only for deceiving Rita like he had, but also for hurting her this way. He drove there behind Kelly, Rita meanwhile was in bits, she had never felt so betrayed, not even her husband had hurt her like this. But she loved Harry, and the thought of losing him, and to her daughter to boot, was too much. She was beside herself with worry, fraught with near grief, she knew she was on a knife's edge. She had particularly worried about their age gap, but she had hoped it didn't matter to him, it seems it had. Kelly got out of her car, Harry daren't, he saw her draw a deep breath, she pointed her finger at him, saying, 'wait there.' "How the fucking hell have I got myself into this mess?" he asked in his head. "I have been making love to a beautiful young girl, whose mother is my boss, though I didn't know that!" he told himself defensively. "She has, correction, had, a boyfriend in college who she told me she was going to marry. I've ended up doing her equally as beautiful sexy mother, my boss! Then I've screwed her daughter again. And, I love her, I know I do. How the fuck can that be? And I think so much of her mother; I hope she isn't too hurt by this. Maybe with luck," he thought, "she will fuck me right off!" He sat there with his head in his hands, facing Rita was going to be purgatory, "maybe I can leave work right now and never see her again?" he thought. Kelly appeared at the door and beckoned him in. 'Here we go, get my head, balls and cock chopped off,' he told himself. When he walked in Rita sat ina chair, it was plain she had been crying. Kelly raised her voice, and it was loud. "Look what you have done to my mother you rotten bastard, you'll pay for this!" To say Harry was taken aback was the understatement of the year, he nearly fell over. He couldn't even speak, he had no words. Rita rose from her chair, and went near him, Harry recoiled, and Kelly closed the gap too. He closed his eyes and waited to be done in, 'I deserve it,' he told himself. "And," Kelly told him, and also poked him hard in the ribs, "this is the price you will pay. You will move in here permanently. I will be home at weekends, in the week you will belong to my mom. At the weekends you will belong to me. And when the time is right, we will marry. This is none negotiable, you will either take the offer, or you will leave right now. What is it to be Harry, me and mom, or you are gone!" Harry gaped at them, his mouth opened and closed like a goldfish, his tongue was in knots, his heart was ready to pop open, his knees were shaking with fear, his hands were trembling, his voice was gone for ever. "Come on Harry, do or die, now or never, what's it to be, me and mom, or?" Kelly stood right in front of him, eye ball to eye ball. Harry nodded his head; it was all he could do. "Do I take that as a yes then!" she demanded. Harry nodded his head again, his eyes felt as if they had been poked out, had his heart stopped? he wondered. "Okay that's settled then, we will of course have a lot to talk about later," Kelly told him, "but for now, we'll let things stay as they are. I am going back to college, I'll be home on Thursday, be ready to greet me, Mom will look after you until then. And Harry, you need to make things right with her, she isn't very happy with you at the moment!" Kelly kissed him, turned, hugged and kissed her mother, turned again and walked out of the door. Harry stood there like a statue, jaw laying on the floor, his eyes were blurred, he was mutton. Rita gave him a bit of a sad smile, then said. "Naughty, Harry? Have you been naughty? Oh boy have you! And have I told you what happens when you are naughty, hmmmm have I?" Harry nodded, his voice still not working. "You heard what Kelly has said, we discussed you a lot, in fact we only talked about you, your future has just been decided okay?" Harry's head should have been on the back shelf of a car, he was doing nothing but nod. "Then Harry, come with me, I need to punish you don't I?" more nodding ensued. She led him upstairs, Harry was slow, he was still expecting to be castrated or something. Harry began to see her again, the gorgeous beautiful woman that she was, his prick grew, he was beginning to feel better. "Get undressed Harry, I need to make love to you, do you need to make love to me?" "Yes," he croaked. "Kelly?" "Don't worry Harry, we both know now, you are mine, you are hers, we are yours. And by the way, I think I'm pregnant," she told him as his cock disappeared in to her wonderful hot mouth. Harry collapsed under her, a happily delirious young man, he had the world, and two beautiful women at his feet. Harry, Rita, and Kelly He vaguely remembered his finger slipping in her ass, and thinking, one hour Rita, that's all you got, before I get this again!