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Rita

By: jimmito



I e-mailed some online gay friends asking for the name of a place someone like me, a bi-curious middle aged guy, would be comfortable in just having a beer.

They e-mailed right back with the name of a place called Charlene's near downtown. Before I had the chance to wonder why the place was not in the gay part of the city they followed up with a note that said it was not a gay bar per-se but a nice place that catered to a wide variety of professionals. They were comfortable there.

I had been curious about the "far side" and wanted to start exploring that end of the planet. I had expected them to give me the name of a gay bar but thought their suggestion was better, allowing any decision on my part to be delayed.

I sent my thanks and the following Friday made my way to Charlene's.

I had been a widower for two years and had been nagged about getting on with my life for one. I had taken a few steps towards that goal but had not been able to drum up much enthusiasm in the pursuit. Cruising the Internet had become my main pastime. That eventually led me to gay sites, which in turn piqued my curiosity.

The happy hour crowd was leaving and the evening crowd had not yet arrived at Charlene's so there were few people in the place. The band would not be on for an hour. I sat at the bar and ordered a beer. The bartender was a large woman with large tits that were just barely contained by her halter-top. She asked me if it was my first time there and after I admitted it was she pulled her top down and allowed her tits to spill out.

"Just wanted you to see what you would miss if you did not come back," she said.

I licked my lips and assured her just for her I would be back.

She leaned over the bar and kissed me on the cheek then went to attend to a customer. Her tits stayed out until the outside door opened and new people came in.

I wondered how she figured out it was safe to display for me.

The jukebox was playing seventies rock, the joint had cold Dos Equis, smoke free, big tits for entertainment, grown-ups for a clientele; I had found a new home.

The first guy to come over to say hello was a guy setting up for the band. He welcomed me and said he hoped I liked their music. He turned out to be the lead singer for the band. He did not look or act gay but something told me he was.

The second person to come say hello was a willowy Latin woman. She was very pretty, very sexy. We flirted for a bit until the bartender pointed at her crotch and pretended to be jacking off a dick.

I leaned closer to the "lady" and asked, "Is there a dick under that dress?"

She seemed defensive as she answered, "Yes, there is."

I kissed her on the cheek and told her how terrific she looked.

She exhaled and kissed my cheek then told the bartender "I like this man. I would let him do unspeakable things to me. Often.

She kissed my cheek again and went on to other conquests.

The bartender said, "When in here she is Rita. Outside she is Richard, assistant district attorney. You have just gained a useful and faithful friend. This beer is on me."

She obviously liked Rita and my reaction to her must have been perfect. Charlene, (the bartender and I would later learn also the owner), had apparently pegged me as a courteous and gentle heterosexual. I guessed that was about right. I could also tell that she thought she should know who I was.

As the evening wore on it became clear that most of the people there knew each other. I asked Charlene and she said that each night had its own characteristic crowd, a group of regulars, so new people such as me were easy to spot.

They were closed Mondays and Tuesdays was unadvertised ladies night. She suggested I needed to make an appearance some Tuesday.

Wednesday seemed to have become metrosexual night, (she said that with some distaste). Thursdays and Fridays were hodgepodge nights where everyone of every ilk showed up. It was fifty percent bisexual or gay/lesbian and the rest were straights, many with gay friends. Saturday was date night with predominantly straight people.

As Rita swished by she gave me another kiss on the cheek while her hand rested on my thigh. She did that on every trip past me, her hand getting closer and closer to my crotch each time.

Charlene said I had a decision to make; Rita wanted me for the night.

I told her that I had unfulfilled gay fantasies and Rita may be a way to put my toe in the water, so to speak, but I would hate to lead her on then back out.

Charlene nodded and excused herself; it was time to introduce the band. She and the band were well received. When she returned she took my hand and pointed to an unoccupied table in a cubbyhole past the stage saying, "I'll send you a beer shortly."

By the time the band got it going the place was pretty full. I noticed a couple standing by the back wall and I invited them to join me at the table. As soon as we exchanged greetings Rita brought me my beer and sat next to me. The couple greeted Rita warmly and in their eyes I ceased to be a stranger. Rita and the woman immediately went into a conversation while the guy and I listened to a very good cover band and drank our beer.

During the first band break the guy, (his name was Sam), caught my eye and in whispers wanted to know if I knew about Rita. I nodded yes and said, "Nobody is perfect."

He laughed uproariously at the old line which he passed on to his lady, (also called Sam), who in turn passed it on to Rita who gave me the best "Well I never..." look I had ever seen.

The three of us laughed as Rita extended her very funny "I have never been so insulted act" which continued until I kissed her on the cheek.

She went through an "I should know better but you are forgiven" routine then kissed me on the cheek.

It was probably because I really liked Rita and was thinking of her as a "she" because after the second band set started I asked her to dance. The third song was a slow song and I started back to the table but Rita held me to her, so we danced. Half way through the dance Rita whispered in my ear, "Is that erection for me?"

I said, "What erection?" and pressed it onto her thighs.

The song ended and when we returned to the table Sam and Sam were in the midst of a passionate kiss. After sitting Rita pointed to where Sam's hand disappeared under Samantha's miniskirt. Her own hand settled on my erection.

The second and last band break allowed us to quietly talk while Sam and Sam masturbated each other. Rita's hand was caressing my dick.

" I know you are straight but I know you like me even knowing what I am. I also know you would be OK with me giving you at least a handjob. My hand and your dick love each other. I stopped asking men to come home with me two years ago when I got beaten up for my efforts. I have no fear of you and I am asking you now to please come home with me tonight."

I did not know what to say. I did like Rita and would think less of myself if I hurt her feelings. I loved her hand on my dick.

By way of an answer I kissed her softly on the lips and said, "Lets go."

We said goodnight to the Sam's then we both kissed Charlene on the way out and she seemed very pleased to see that I had opted for adventure.

I followed Rita to a smart-set townhouse building near the baseball park. As soon as we sat on the sofa we began to make-out and she resumed caressing my cock. Three minutes later she had fished it out and I felt her warm hand gripping it softly. I may have scared her a bit when I stood up but what I wanted to do was lower my pants and shorts, I needed more comfort. As I stood in front of Rita naked from the waist down she grabbed my dick and kissed it. She waited for my reaction, which was to step closer to her. She rubbed my cock on her face and kissed it until her lips wrapped themselves around my cockhead. She again waited for a sign from me, which was again to step closer to her.

My cock slid slowly into her mouth. Rita looked like a woman that had been denied her favorite candy during a long torturous diet. She loved my dick in her mouth. I took my shirt off and was now nude for her. Her hands softly gripped my ass.

I was so into the blowjob I knew I would not last long. I signaled Rita but as I expected she kept me in her mouth until I was drained. I sank into the sofa and kissed her passionately, tasting my cum in another's mouth for the first time in well over two years.

Rita held me tightly and rained kisses on me.

I put my hand on her crotch and she froze.

I kissed her softly while I caressed her bulge.

I told her I wanted to meet Richard.

Anxiety clouded her face as she stood and went to her bedroom. I waited for Richard on the couch. After a few minutes a nude man joined me. He was in his early thirties, had a small frame and a small dick. There were small tits on his chest and there was not a single strand of hair on his body below his head.

"Hi, I'm Richard," he said in a definite masculine voice.

I stood and shook his hand while I introduced myself.

It occurred to me I had never introduced myself to Rita.

What transpired over the next hour or so did not strike me as somewhat bizarre until days later. Two naked men that had just met sat on a couch and talked about jobs, baseball, drinks, restaurants, until they were fast friends.

Without telling me I understood that Richard was basically straight, Rita was of course a woman.

After he yawned I decided to leave and go home. He told me to hang on for a minute and went to the bedroom. Rita came out about three minutes later wearing panties that did not completely hide her bulge. I took it as a sign of trust because she had not bothered to go through the routine of hiding her assets and had opted for comfort.

She told me it was unsafe for me to go home when all the drunks were driving and I was welcome to spend the night with her. She took my hand and led us to her bed. We cuddled and kissed, my hands caressing her small tits, hers caressing my dick. The long day and evening and the beers conspired against me and I soon fell asleep with Rita in my arms.

The following morning I awoke spooning behind Rita. My hard dick was inching its way into her ass. My cock was wearing a condom. Apparently my dream of someone loving my dick had been real. I signaled my wakefulness by grabbing Rita's hips and pulling her back towards me, burying my cock deep into her ass. That accomplished I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her neck and shoulder. She moaned.

I began a slow thrusting into her that she immediately returned. We were at cruising speed when my hand worked its way to her penis. She stopped her thrusting and her hand went to mine.

I whispered into her ear, "This is the biggest clit I have ever had a chance to play with."

She slowly released my hand and allowed a deep sigh to escape. Her arm went behind her and she grabbed my ass. She turned her head for a kiss and the fuck resumed.

I used two fingers and a thumb on her large "clit" and though it became firmer it never became fully hard. I increased my speed on both sides of her, very much enjoying everything I was doing.

Rita began a low moan; I began to work as fast as I could. My orgasm was electric. I may have bitten Rita's shoulder. I was in the midst of catching my breath before I noticed Rita had cum in my hand. I kept my hand over her groin and my dick in her ass until it plopped out. We both voiced our disappointment over that. She turned to me and kissed me with great feeling, sat up and removed the condom. She swallowed my dick briefly before leaving the bed.

The flush of the toilet guided me to the bathroom and I went to piss. Richard was in the very large shower. After my piss I joined Richard under the spray while saying good morning. We were again just two guys in a shower after a morning workout. We chatted as we dressed, he had a meeting at the mayor's office, and I had a lunch date with my daughter and her partner. Just before separating to head for our respective cars he handed me a business card, Richard's title and phone numbers were on the printed side, Rita's cell phone number was handwritten on the back.

He said, "Don't be a stranger."

"No chance of that," I replied.

My lunch date was great as usual. My daughter and her partner Clara were schoolteachers and kept trying to get "poor babies" out of me because of the imminent end of their summer vacation. They had been partners for ten years and none of us could see that ever changing. I was happy that my daughter was happy. I adored Clara too.

On a whim I asked them for a date for the following Tuesday night. I told them I had a new hang out I wanted to show them. They eagerly accepted and both expressed hope that I was at last getting out of my mental dungeon.

As usual my smile lasted a long time after we said goodbye. As I found myself wondering what to do with a Saturday night my sub-conscious already knew, I had already dialed Rita's number.

A whispered "yes" answered and I said, "You need to program this number on your caller ID. It may save you some anxiety."

Richard said, "Consider it done. Anything else I can do for you?"

"Yes, I was wondering if Rita was available for dinner and dancing this evening."

"Yes, I am positive of that."

"Pick up around seven?"

"Yes, that would be agreeable."

"Thank you Mr. D.A. See you later."

"Yes, thank you. Good Bye."

I had to chuckle at his act, accepting a date for Rita in the midst of a meeting with city officials.

That evening we dined at a steak restaurant with a great and well-deserved reputation. I took us back to Charlene's after dinner. Rita seemed a bit nervous; she said she had never been there on date night.

Rita was not just passable as a woman, she was a woman. There was no trace of Richard even though she wore very little makeup. I was on a date with a sexy lady.

Charlene was surprised to see us walk in. We got big kisses from her and introduced us to her Saturday bartender as dear friends, which apparently indicated our drinks were on the house. I was never asked to pay and when I asked for my tab I was told, "it had been taken cared of."

The band knew Rita of course and the Sam's were there and insisted we join them at their table. No one gave us a second look except to wonder at the difference in our ages, (I was more than ten years older).

We danced, we laughed. Half the band joined us during their break, which apparently enhanced our standing among the crowd.

As the evening waned and the crowd dispersed I found myself kissing and finger-fucking Samantha while Rita kissed and masturbated her husband.

I took Rita to my house and we fucked the night away. Sunday morning Richard had services to attend so I drove Rita home.

She asked me if I had Friday night free. I said I did. She said Sam and Sam wanted us for a foursome that night. She was hoping I would agree.

I agreed.

The following Tuesday I took my girls to Charlene's. When I introduced them to her as my daughters her confusion was short lived considering I was introducing a tall blonde and a diminutive black girl. She leaned over the counter and in a conspiratorial whisper said, "Quick suck on these" as she released her tits from confinement. Clara hesitated for a second but my daughter immediately clamped her lips on a nipple and bit it gently. I had to boost Clara up a bit so she could reach the offered tit but soon followed suit. Charlene seemed very pleased that I though well enough of her and her place to bring my kids in.

Tuesday night turned out to be lesbian, bi fem, and couples with bi curious women's night. I had not noticed a doorman when we came in but it turned out single men had an exorbitant cover charge to enter.

There was no band but Charlene did have a DJ. The girls had a blast. They even introduced me to another parent that was there with her daughter. The woman and I danced and sat together while the girls exhausted themselves on the dance floor. Her name was April.

The DJ took a break halfway through the evening and put on a disk of slow songs. By then pairs had been formed and everyone was on the dance floor. I danced with Clara and with my daughter and then with April. As one song ended and another began she pressed her body against me, ran a hand to my very erect cock giving it a squeeze and said, "I see you are not gay."

"No but I am working on it."

She giggled at what she assumed was a line, " I feel like cock tonight. Are you available?"

"Depends on transportation logistics. I drove my daughters down."

"I came in my daughter's car. Do you by any chance live on the south side of town?"

It turned out they lived twenty minutes away from my house. If I could get her home by six AM she could make it to work the next morning. As she said that her hand was griping my cock over my trousers. It answered for me, "Deal."

April looked at my girls as they swayed together on the dance floor and asked, " How long have they been together?"

After I told her she commented, "That's longer than my marriage."

She continued to caress my dick as I caressed her ass.

She suddenly pulled away and hurried to her daughter. Her girl was sick and obviously in no condition to drive.

My evening fuck vanished.

Before she left April gave me her phone number and told me that if I did not call her she would break into my house and take me against my will.

I kissed her and said, "I really look forward to that."

My girls and I left at a mostly decent hour. They were mildly curious about what happened with April but I assured them she was not a lost cause. They thought that deserved a high-five.

That Friday I fucked and ate my first new pussy in ages, Samantha's. It was fabulous.

Sam finally got his cock into an ass. His wife had aborted their one and only attempt at anal. Rita admitted that she had wanted Sam to fuck her for a long time. Samantha said that her husband had her permission to fuck Rita anytime he had the urge as long as she was there too.

Looking at me she said, "I wont cheat on Sam but if we find ourselves in this situation again I would welcome your dick into any part of my body, except one."

We laughed at her unnamed exception as we untangled ourselves from each other to go home. We had shared our group sex for over two hours. Richard had an early plane to catch so I declined the invitation to stay the night.

That Saturday night I had every intention of taking April dining and dancing but she insisted we go to my house, fuck, order pizza, fuck, watch a DVD, fuck, sleep, fuck, eat breakfast, fuck, return her home. I barely managed to comply and was relieved when she said it would be a month or two before we did that again. She was true to her word.

Rita and I became occasional fuck buddies; Richard and I became good friends and attended baseball games together on occasion. It was amazing to me at first that I thought of them as two separate people. Soon that became the norm.

Foursomes with the Sam's and April fucks became pretty much monthly affairs.

Eventually an all male foursome at Rita's place satisfied my last bit of curiosity about the far side. But that is another story.

Rita, A Wife Seduced



Rita – a wife who strayed the first time...

Rita and her husband Mathew entered the cabin on their cruise ship and unpacked their clothes. They were both looking forward to this Alaska Cruise. It would be 7 days away from their kid and a time to relax. Mathew wanted to use the time to rest from his busy work schedule while Rita saw it as an opportunity to have fun with her husband of 5 years.

Their first night on the ship was a semi formal dinner. They came to the dining room and found that they were seated with the Ship's Doctor.

Doctor Paul Cranfield was in his early 50's. He had been on the ship for a year now, having decided to take a break from his busy practice and escape his nasty divorce. He enjoyed the ship, and the opportunity to flirt with the many women onboard – married or single.

Rita and Mathew enjoyed the company of their new found friends at dinner. They laughed and joked and even had a few dances. Mathew however wanted to head to bed early. He had a hectic week, working long hours. Rita wanted to enjoy a few more dances, so Mathew decided to head off and his wife promised to be there in 30 minutes. 

Doctor Cranfield 6 feet 2, still in good shape at 210 lbs, asked Rita for a dance. Rita , even though she had one child and was 29, was still very attractive. Born in America, but of Chinese descent, she was a petite asian woman, 5 feet 2, a little heavy at 120 lbs, small breasts, but a nice figure and very cute face.

The Doctor took her to the dance floor and they moved well across the floor, enjoying the rhythm. After two dances Rita told the Doctor she had to go. Dr Cranfield asked her for one more to which she aged. It was a slow dance and Rita felt the Doctor's big body against her petite frame. She felt once or twice his body brushing against her. 

Paul Cranfield was very hot about this Chinese woman. He had not had sex for several weeks and was very determined to change that on this cruise. As they dance slowly his cock began to stir and get hard. He let his pants brush against Rita and made certain that she felt his huge erect cock brushing against her. He held her just enough so that she could feel him.

After the dance ended Rita said good night and headed back to her cabin. When she came in the room was dark and she was quiet so as not to wake her tired husband, she undressed and went to kiss him good night and found that he was deep in sleep. She went to the shower and let the hot water splash against her naked body. She used the shower spray and moved her hands around her body rubbing the soap across herself. Her pussy was sensitive as she soaped it. She remembered back to the dance and the Doctor. She had felt his cock – it was so huge and hard.

Rita had been faithful to Mathew but she admitted that she wondered every once in a while about a more active sex life. When in college she had made love with a man with a huge cock, an American man. She had cum so quickly. She was now getting more excited as she thought about this. But she turned off the water and headed for bed.  

Two days later into the cruise Rita awoke with a stiff back. Mathew had decided to take a shore excursion and would be gone for most of the day. Rita called the extension for the doctor and Paul Cranfield answered the phone. Rita explained her stiff back and Paul invited her to come to his ship board dispensary at 2:00 PM that afternoon.

Rita appeared in her shorts and tank top. The Doctor told her to come in and gave her a nice warm hug.

"Rita how nice to see you how can I help you?"

She explained the pain in her back.

Paul told her to change into an examination gown. She went into the changing area and reappeared a few minutes later with just a changing gown on and her panties.

The Doctor had her sit on his table and from behind he lowered her gown. Rita was a little embarrassed as her small breasts were now visible and she was naked to her waist before this doctor – a man she had just met. 

The Doctor told her to lay down on her stomach and he began to massage her shoulders gently – it felt so good to her.

"Do you feel good from this Rita?" 

" Yes she answered." 

The doctor began to massage down her shoulders to her lower back, gently soothing her aches. 

It felt so good to her his big hands gently massaging her- down, down to her legs.

He moved aside her gown and massaged her legs and up to her buttock's and to her back.

Paul Cranfield's cock was rock hard as he looked at this sexy married Chinese woman beneath him. He told her to roll over so she was lying on her back with her bare breasts visible to him.

He then started to massage her shoulders and he watched as her small pinkish - brown nipples became hard and stood up at attention. He knew then he had to touch her married breasts and he gently did so. Massaging them and squeezing gently – squeezing and gently brushing her nipples. He watched as Rita's nipples become hard as he gently played with them, rolling them between his fingers. She clearly liked this.

He then moved his hand down to her stomach and felt there – everything seems to be ok he said. 

He then asked her if she would like him to finish the exam with a final check – "is this ok with you Rita?" 

She trusted the Doctor and said "yes."

"Ok just slip your panties off he said."

She embarrassingly removed her thin white cotton panties and she was now naked before this man, her husband off enjoying his excursion.

The Doctor placed her legs in the stirrups which be brought up from the end of the exam table. 

Rita's legs were spread open slightly as she was lying on her back with the white robe covering just part of her pretty young married Chinese body. 

The Doctor moved between her legs and she felt his finger gently on her pussy lips slowly massaging them. 

Electric shocks went through her body as this man touched her, massaged her, as he slowly parted her lips and revealed her small but hard clitoris. He gently brushed over it and then his finger touched it – Rita almost moaned and her hips moved just a little – she was getting wet.

The Doctor then took his thick finger and he placed it against her pussy. His finger felt almost as big as her husbands cock. He started to push it in. Rita let out a soft moan as this man placed his thick finger into her into her wet pussy, her hips lifted a little as he sunk his finger in deeper – as big as her husband's small cock...

Paul Cranfield looked down at this married woman. He knew she was getting hotter and he could see her body react on his finger His own eight inch cock was hard and stiff.

He pushed his finger in and then out just a little and his thumb brunched her clitoris – he gently massaged it and he could feel how wet she wasand he observed how her pussy and hips moved a little bit.

Then he could not resist any longer – he lowered his mouth to her beautiful pussy, just a small fringe of black hair and he licked her clit with his tongue.

At this point Rita moaned out loud and as she felt his tongue, her pussy moved to his face and the doctor started to lick her clitoris as his finger moved in and out.

His licking grew more intense as his finger worked in and out of her pussy, like a cock. He looked down at this naked woman, whose hips were moving up to receive his finger and tongue and his cock become hard like steel.

Rita knew she should not let this man touch her like this. She knew she should stop him now, but the doctor's fingers and tongue were taking control of her body, she was becoming so excited. 

Rita moaned and told him, "no, no please stop, I am married."

The Doctor kept his gentle licking going, but slowly removed his finger and then he stopped licking her for a second. 

He looked down at this beautiful attactive petite married chinese woman, and then he gently pushed his finger back into her wet pussy and licked her again.

"Oh yes, Oh yes, moaned Rita. Don't stop, don't stop. You will make me cum..... Now yes... I am cumming...moaned Rita"

In a moment she had a shattering orgasm on his finger and tongue squeezing her legs tight as she came - it was so good so good.

When she opened her eyes she saw the doctor he was standing next to her. She looked at him and she saw his cock – his huge thick 8 inch American cock- circumcised with its big mushroom head. The Doctor was holding it and stroking it a few inches from her face – he came closer and closer until it was over her mouth.

"Lick my cock Rita – use your tongue.lick ithe whispered to her."

Rita obeyed, the sight of this huge cock was too much for her she started to lick it and took just the head in her mouth sucking it – it was so good, so hard. 

The Doctor was masturbating his cock, his hand moving up and down on his thick shaft as Rita licked and sucked his huge mushroom head.

Paul Cranfield was so hot he was going to explode; "I am going to cum Rita, I am going to cum."

Instead of pulling her mouth away Rita kept on sucking, taking his big cock head into her mouth . This surprised the doctor as this conservative married Chinese woman was loving his cock.

Then he felt his orgasm as he exploded in her mouth shooting hot cum – she moaned as she felt it hit the back of her throat, this cum filled her mouth and she swallowed his hot seed.

He took his cock out and he came over his pretty face, streams of his white cum on her face and her breasts. His hand pumping his cock and her mouth open trying to drink him. He moved his cock forward into her mouth. Rita opened and sucked on it hungrily and he pushed his cock deep into her mouth.

Rita felt his thick organ filling her mouth – she sucked it and drank the last of his cum.

It was so good. He looked down at her and then he kissed her pretty face and he licked his own cum from her,tasting it.

That night lying in bed with her husband, Rita was thinking of what the doctor did to her earlier in the day. How her body has responded to him and how she had cum so strongly. 

Her husband lay next to her and placed his hand on her breast He felt that her nipple was already erect and he massaged it.

"Yes Mathew. play with my nipple she said to him."

Mathew was surprised to hear this as normally she was not very vocal when making love. He massaged her breast and sucked her nipple and then the other nipple. 

"Yes both of them she moaned, play with both of them." He licked back and forth and played with both her nipples as the same time, twisting them gently, massaging them until they both stood up like little erasers. His six inch cock was so hard he pulled her panties off and spread her legs. He mounted her and rubbed his cock against her pussy – he felt her pussy juice already – she was so wet, her juice was dripping.

Rita was thinking of the doctor and how he had played with her. How she lay naked for him while he pushed his finger in her, his tongue licking her small wet pussy, how she lifted her pussy to his mouth to have more him.

She moaned as felt Mathews cock. It was the same size as the doctors finger – she needed to have her pussy filled.

She moaned at Mathew;" Put it in, do it."

"Yes" he said as his cock pushed into his wife's wet pussy. It was so wet he started to move in and out on her and up and down. 

She moaned, "yes do it" and he felt his balls fill with cum. He pounded his young wife and soon he was ready. He told her, "I am going to cum – now" as he exploded shot after shot into Rita's hot and willing pussy.

"Yes cum in me she moaned."

Mathew collapsed on top of her, his cock slipping out of her pussy, he felt so good.

For Rita it was good also but she had not cum and she could not stop thinking about her orgasm with the doctor.

The next morning was a beautil day and it was the second to last day on the cruise. Rita awoke afresh and went to a late brunch with Mathew. They ran into the doctor in the dining room and exchanged pleasantries. Rita, having had a night sleep, realized she should not have let him take advantage of her. Tomorrow was the last day so she would soon put this behind her.

She and Mathew had a nice day at the pool, their bodies tanned nicely under the sun.

That night lying in bed Rita again thought about the events with the Doctor. It was wrong, but deep down she felt a thrill and her pussy was wet as she lay there thinking about it. Her husband, tired from the sun of the day, was sound sleep next to her.

Saturday, the final day of the cruise, they would be coming to port by 1:00 PM. Rita as up early and has packed and changed, her husband was getting up.

"Mathew, I will go and get some fresh air and have a final walk around the ship." 

"Ok honey he said, I will shower and pack my bags-see you in a little while."

Rita went up on deck and breathed deeply the ocean air. She walked briskly around the deck and then headed down to the ding room to get some coffee. As she went down the hall, she ran into the Doctor.

"Hello Rita" he said she greeted him warmly – 

Hello Paul. 

Why don you come to my office and let me give you some pills that will help with your back pain if you get it again.

Rita felt nothing of this – it was ok, they were friends and she entered his cabin/office. 

He took some tablets and placed 20 of them in a container for her and then he came around from his desk to give them to her.

As he approached her his cock was erect and stiff in his pants. 

Rita saw this bulge as he approached her. He stood close to her. He touched her and at that he pushed her back against the wall and pressed his body on hers.

"No she said – don't." 

But he slowly pushed his massive stiff hard erection against her thighs.

"No she said, don't." 

"Don't do what Rita," he asked as he rubbed his cock on her.

"No," she said again.

"No – tell me Rita, say it, don'trub your huge cock on me." 

She moaned, "no Paul don't rub your cock - don't rub it, don't rub on me."

The Doctor did not stop though as he held her against the wall of the cabin. Rita moaned as she felt his massive cock start to rub up and down against her thigh. 

The Doctor placed his hands on her blouse and opened the buttons. He pulled her bra down and she felt his hands on her small breasts massaging them. Her nipples became hard as he played with them. Then she felt him pushing her down, pushing her down to her knees. She looked up and he had pulled his massive thick wight inch cock out – it was right in front of her face.

"Go ahead Rita suck it, suck my cock like the other day." He moved his cock towards her mouth and she felt his hands behind her head. She opened her mouth and took that cock in her mouth. It quickly filled her up but she sucked it sucked it so well.

He dropped his pants and told her to feel his balls. She responded and massaged his huge balls. As she did this he started to thrust his cock – deeper in her mouth, Rita sucked it, that huge cock as she massaged his balls. He felt his cum in his balls as this married Chinese woman sucked him; He was getting ready to explode in her mouth again!

Rita, I am going to cum don't stop sucking.

To his surprise she did not stop in fact she sucked harder. Then he explode shot after shot of his hot white cum in her mouth. She moaned as she felt his cum shoot in her throat. She swallowed his cum as fast as she could as he flooded her throat, so much cum. 

As he reached the end of his climax he pulled his cock from her mouth. He picked her up and placed her on his exam table and as he did so he pulled her shorts and panties off.

She was naked now in front of him. He spread her legs and placed her feet in the stirrups of the table and then he looked at her wet married pussy. Just a little black hair around it, her lips puffed up, and then he placed his tongue on her pussy and started to lick her, pushing his tongue into her pussy. 

She lifted her pussy up against he face and tongue. Paul found her pussy was wet, in fact she was soaking. Her pussy ground up against his tongue, she was so hot.

Rita felt his tongue and she needed one thing only – to cum, to explode. H

His tongue went to her little clitoris and started to tease it. Then he placed one finger in her pussy and eased it in. He started to gently finger fuck her as he licked her clit. 

Rita she went wild pushing her pussy up to him, telling him not to stop, don't stop, please don't stop. Rita moaned loudly, I am cumming I am cumming now noww nowww.

This married woman came on the doctor's face so hard and so much.

By this time Paul's cock had grown hard again. He knew now what her needed and he guided his thick mushroom headed cock to her pussy.

"Rita do you want my cock, he asked."

"Yes she said, yes I want your cock now."

With that he pushed his huge cock in her tight but wet pussy and gently spread her apart. She felt this massive thing filling her , yes yes she moaned as he started to bury deep in her . 

She placed her hands on his shoulders and held him as his cock could moved even deeper in her . 

"Yes so good, oh yes, do it to me she said.

"Do what to you Rita, what do you want?" 

"Give it to me she responded, your cock"

"Shall I fuck you, do you want that," he asked 

Rita lost her inihibitions at this point, " oh yes Paul, fuck me, fuck my pussy with your giant cock" she said.

"I am going to cum, dont stop fuck me now!"

As she said this he too felt his cock contract and he held her tight. She started to spasm with her orgasm on his cock and with that he shothis thick white cum, this time deep into her pussy and womb, filling her and cumming in her.

"Yes she said......yes, flood my pussy...."

Rita closed her eyes in satisfaction as her mind drifted off...



Rita and Billy



-- as told to LucOuarm by Rita. 

I was fed up with this shit. Once again George rolled over and turned his back to me. "Not tonight, babe," he mumbled, "I had a rough day at the plant; I need to get some sleep." Soon he was deep in slumber. I was wide awake. 

I lay there, my frustration making me angry; just about every night it was pretty much the same story. I decided, while lying, frustrated, next to my husband, that I had to end these long spells of going without sexual relief. I needed to find a substitute for my husband's constant lack of interest in me. What made me more pissed was my knowledge that he was conserving his energy not just for work, but for his frequent bowling sessions with his pals. It was not fair; I was thirty-eight, not fifty-eight. I needed sex! 

The next day, after George had departed for work, I was making breakfast for my son. When Billy walked in and sat down, I looked at him and found myself evaluating his body. With only a tee shirt and some shorts, his lithe, muscled form was handsome, and frankly very attractive to me. 

"Here's your breakfast, Billy," I said, and he smiled at me as he looked at the waffles and sausages I slid in front of him. I secretly watched him while he ate, sneaking looks while sitting with a cup of tea and pretending to read the paper. Billy was so busy savoring his food that he never noticed me examining him. I daydreamed about his naked body rubbing against my own and felt my pussy becoming lubricated with my incestuous anticipation of an illicit coupling. 

Billy put down his knife and fork on his empty plate and rose from the table. "Thanks, mom, that was really good." 

"Was that enough, dear?" I asked. 

"I couldn't eat another bite, mom. I need to tell you that I won't be home for supper tonight because I was asked to work late." 

"If you want, Billy," I said, "I could save a plate for you. I was going to make a pot roast, your favorite." 

"Damn, mom, I almost want to skip work now, but I promised my boss that I would stay later. Why don't you save a plate for me, and I won't stop on the way home for supper." 

I agreed. As he prepared for his departure to his summer job, I began once more to enjoy my erotic vision of my son's body. What was I thinking? How could I look at my eighteen year old son and think about having sex with him? It must be my deprivation that was making me excited by him? On the other hand, his dumbo, blondy girl friend had recently ditched him for a lifeguard at the town pool. My son must be feeling a bit horny too. 

Arriving home from work early, I took a hot, relaxing bath after I had started the dinner in the kitchen. I lay immersed in the warm, fragrant water and thought about Billy again. I found that I was touching myself, fingering my nipples and pussy. Already stirred up, I concentrated more on giving myself some comfort, fixing my son's manly body in my vision, until I made myself come. In my mind it was my son's fingers, not mine, that were bringing me the relief I needed. I rose from the tub and toweled myself off. 

Looking in the mirror, I saw a nice, mature body of an attractive woman, a female with needs. Sure, my boobs sagged a little now, but they had a good size and firmness. I was carrying a few extra pounds, but in my mind, they made me more feminine. I was no string bean, but a sexy, curvaceous lady. 

I pushed my lewd thoughts away when I realized that I had to get back to the kitchen and check up on the meal. For all my trouble, George rushed in, gulped down a big helping, and ran out for another big night of bowling. "Don't wait up for me," he advised. "This is the special tournament, and it will run late." I made up a nice plate for Billy as I cleaned up. He could stick it into the microwave and enjoy himself later. 

Afterwards I went to look in Billy's room to see if any of his clothes needed to be washed. As I gathered up a few items, I smelled his aroma on them and felt a thrill pass through my body. I found a magazine under his pillow when I straightened his bed. I knew my son had a little collection of girly magazine, but I was surprised to find that this one featured incestuous sex by mothers and sons. I could not help myself; I read through it, losing all sense of time until I heard the door downstairs. My son had arrived home. 

As I walked into the kitchen, I looked at Billy's youthful, muscular form as he busied himself in heating his dinner. He looked at me and smiled. "Thanks, mom, for saving me so much dinner. I'm really hungry!" 

"Do you want a beer, dear?" 

"Yeah, mom." I opened two cans and poured them out. I sat at the table and watched him finish heating his meal. He sat down, drank some of his beer, and then focused on his food and the paper. He consumed his meal slowly, smiling at me now and then as every morsel disappear into his mouth. Finishing, Billy pushed the chair back and slouched, causing his shorts to pull tight against his crotch as he continued paging through the paper. 

My eyes focused on the bunched up shorts. I could see the size of his cock outlined against the tight fabric. I was sure Billy was fully absorbed in the newspaper, so I stared at his bulging groin. I began moving about the kitchen, cleaning up, but really looking him over from different angles and making myself crave him once again, filling my mind with incestuous thoughts. I had to have him, but could I tempt him? Was my son really interested in a forbidden sexual relationship, and how would he react if I teased him? 

"It's so warm tonight!" I remarked as I opened some buttons on my blouse. I continued to appear busy, but out of the corner of my eye I could see that Billy eyes were on me more and on the paper less. I pretended to take no notice of his interest. "How about another beer, Billy?" I offered and took two more brews from the fridge without waiting for his answer. I leaned over now, filling his glass, knowing that he could see my cleavage and see I was wearing no bra. 

Soon he was only pretending to read the paper, and I turned away to do something at the sink, but really to pop open another button with my back to him. My son would have something nice to see as soon as a turned to him. I moved back to the table and lifted my glass to my lips. Looking over the rim, I saw that his eyes were fixed on the gap in my blouse. I flexed my shoulders, as if stretching, pushing my boobs against the fabric of the blouse, my hard nipples trying to push through the fabric. Turning him on was exciting me too. 

The paper lay on the table in my son's limp hands, no longer wanted. I had seen the swell in his pants increase remarkably in size as I sat down. I knew Billy could not get up now without my seeing his growing erection. I smiled at him as I saw his face, flushed and sweaty now. The kitchen was actually cool, but the action was becoming hot, red hot. 

"Drink your beer, dear; it will help cool you off, honey." 

"Uh... yeah, mom." He sought out the glass and lifted it to his lips. He took a couple of gulps. "You know, mom, you are really a beautiful lady." 

"You think so, dear." I couldn't resist. "What do you think is my best feature?" I inquired. That would get his mind working. 

"Uh... uh... you have such a pretty face," he mumbled, but his eyes were on my boobs." Billy made one last attempt to save himself. He glanced over his shoulder at the clock and then said, "I... uh... I need to go and call up Jack about... uhhh..." His eyes were now glued to my chest. When he had turned away, I had undone one more button on my blouse. Only one more held it closed. My son no longer pretended he was looking at the paper. He was looking only at me. 

"Oh, Billy," I whispered in mock disappointment, "I was hoping that you would sit with me and keep me company for a while. Your father won't be home until very late, and I have been so lonely lately." I lifted both hands to touch my hair and watched my son's eyes widen as he enjoyed the movement of my breasts under my blouse. It was time to close in on him. I rose and glided over to his chair, allowing my hips to rotate sensuously. I leaned over and kissed the top of his head, giving him a nice close look at my luscious tits, even brushing them against them. I knew that I had many things in my favor, including his interest in incest, the attraction of my lush body, and his youthful hormonal surges. 

"God, mom, I feel kind of funny," he moaned. "Maybe I should go lie down for a while. Maybe I spent too much time in the sun today." 

"Finish your beer, dear. It will help you cool down a little." And maybe help you lose some inhibitions. "Maybe you are dehydrated." 

Billy gulped down the remainder of his beer. I refilled his glass from my own can; he did not realize he had already finished his own. I was ready and did not need it, but maybe he did. He gulped down the beer. 

"Do you feel a little cooler now, son?" 

"No, mom, I feel warm still." 

"Why don't you sit still for a few minutes? You will cool down then." I got up and fanned him with the newspaper. I also undid the last button of my blouse. My tits swung free from that last restraint, and his hand slipped down automatically to touch his swollen cock, now pressing so hard against his shorts that I could see its shape. I fanned him, pretending he was not trying to see more of my barely concealed breasts. 

He was sitting on the chair with his hard cock straining against his shorts. I needed to have that hard cock inside my cunt. Young guys were so horny and energetic. My son might even be more than I could handle. 

"Mom, what are you doing to me?" he groaned in anguish. "I need to..."

"Need to what, dear?" I asked. 

"I need some relief, mom. You've got me so excited that I need to... you know... release some tension." He hung his head in shame. 

"That's OK, dear. I know that boys masturbate; you don't need to feel ashamed about it." I put my arm around his shoulders and added, "In fact, everyone masturbates to relieve herself and enjoy the sensation." 

"Do you do it too?" he asked in a low, unsteady voice. 

"Of course I do. In fact, I did it already once today," I replied in a casual tone. Then I added with a sad voice, "Your father doesn't seem to care about me any more. He has forgotten that I have needs too." 

"You did!" he replied, surprised. 

"Yes, I did, dear," I replied with a big grin. "And I bet that you and Becky did it to each other when you were dating." He nodded his head, but his own expression became sad, as he remembered his former girl. I knew that I had my son's attention and had opened the door wide to our potential mutual interest. I kneaded his shoulders. "Would you like to have a little fun with your mom and do some naughty things with her?" 

"Oh, yes," he answered. "I have dreamed of doing things with you." He quickly realized what he had admitted and flushed again. 

"That's OK, dear. We just won't tell anyone about this. Let me help you pull that shirt off." When he lifted his arms, I tugged the shirt off over his head and dropped it on the floor. "Let's go up to my bedroom and make ourselves more comfortable," I urged. I shucked off my blouse while he watched my boobs gain their freedom; then I turned and walked upstairs, wiggling my ass and leading the way. Arriving in my room, I slid my shorts down, showing Billy that I had not bothered with panties either. 

Standing in front of my son allowing him to see me completely naked, I invited him to remove his own shorts. Billy's eyes were locked on my mound with its thick curls of dark pubic fur. He pulled his shorts and underpants off in one urgent gesture, and his cock sprang free. I admired its goodly size. He leaned over to free his feet and peeked at my pussy. He would be seeing as much as he wanted very soon. 

"Do you like what you see, dear?" I whispered and pulled him down next to me on my bed. His cock was completely firm and erect. I moved next to him and said, "Billy, I want help you, and you can help me too. Then we can have some more fun with each other and play a lot of games. 

"What are you going to do, mom?" he asked. 

"I want to jerk you off, and you can lie back and enjoy it." I gently grasped his erection and stroked it softly with my fingers. 

"That feels so good, mom" Billy sighed. "It always feels much nicer when someone else does it to me." He fell backwards on the bed, spreading his legs farther apart. I began to fondle his balls while pumping his hard cock. I knew that we would be lovers, and decided to make sure that we would. 

"Have you ever had someone do this, honey?" I asked him. I leaned over him and took the end of his cock into my mouth and rubbed it with my tongue. 

"Oh god," he moaned, "Oh, Mom!" He lifted his head to watch me begin to give him a nice blowjob, I took the entire head into my mouth, sucking and licking with lewd, slurping sounds. "Mom, I have heard of being sucked... but I never..." my son groaned. 

Billy was in my power. I lifted my head and let his prick slip from my mouth. "Have you ever eaten pussy, dear?" I asked as I let my fingers slide up and down his saliva-coated dick. 

"No, mom," he moaned. 

"Maybe you would like to try it, dear. You can lick my cunt while I suck your cock. We can love one another." I stood up and lay down opposite him. As I resumed kissing and licking his hard dick, I eased my hips closer to his face and spread open my legs, welcoming him to my deprived cunt. Soon I felt the first tentative touches of his lips. It did not take my son very long to get into this new game and soon his face was buried in my pussy as his tongue attempted to find the depths of my slippery vagina. My own lips were wrapped firmly around his stiff cock as I moved it in and out of my mouth. 

I could feel myself becoming enormously excited by our incestuous oral lovemaking. A surge of pleasure erupted inside me, and I sucked and stroked my son's dick all the harder. As the deep wave of my own orgasm warmed me, my son's cock erupted in my mouth and gave me a copious load of his warm cum. 

We lay next to each other. I felt completely refreshed by what I had done and was almost entirely free from guilt. I was not, however, satiated and wanted to complete the sexual bond between Billy and myself. 

Sitting up, I cupped my boobs and fingered my nipples to hardness, making them elongate. "Do you like mommy's titties, dear?" 

"Oh, yes, mom; your tits are amazing!" 

"Would you like to suck and kiss them, dear?" I lowered myself next to him on the bed so that my breasts were near his handsome face. 

"Mom, I've dreamed of this so many times," he whispered. I thought, I already know that and pushed my boobs closer to him. His lips closed around one perky nipple, and he sucked it vigorously. I felt great. I knew that this foreplay would stir him up again and make him release another immense ejaculation, this time, deep in my belly. After that Billy would be bound to me, no matter what. 

"Do the other one now, honey," I murmured as I ran my hands across his naked body, massaging the hard muscles and running my fingers over his nipples, making them swell into hardness. His lips moved to my other breast, and he sucked the entire areole into his mouth. 

"I want you to fuck me, baby; I want to give you the special kind of love that a mother can give, and I know that you want to shove your big, hard dick deep into me." I caught his hand and pushed it down to my dripping cunt. He knew what to do and probed me with his fingers as I rubbed my boobs on him. I could feel his throbbing erection slide up along my legs; I wrapped my hand around it. It was hot and sticky, and it throbbed in my palm. His fingers were in my vagina. 

"Mom, what do you want me to do?" Billy asked. 

"Just follow my lead, dear, and I will show you how to enjoy this special love with me." I lay back on the bed and spread my legs. "Get between my legs, baby," I urged him. As he moved into position, I could see him looking at my cunt as I splayed it open for him. "Put you penis right between my cunt lips, dear. Your Mom wants you now." I reached down and helped to guide my son's cock between my wet pussy lips. 

"Rub your cock head along my wet slit and make it wet and slippery so that you can slide that big dick right into me." As he pressed his dick into the slit between my labia, I moaned and rose against him, eagerly needing to feel my pussy filled by his huge erection. The tip entered my vagina; I pulled him deeper with my legs wrapped about his thighs. He moaned as he slid deep into me. "That's right, honey," I whispered softly. "Now you can fuck your mom. Slide that big dick in and out of my pussy." After months of deprivation, a virile man was finally fucking me. I locked onto Billy's cock with my vaginal muscles. 

"Your pussy feels so good, mom; it's so slippery and snug. This is really great!" my son gasped. Soon he began to piston his cock in and out with my legs urging him to drive deep into me. My hands ran across his back as I spurred him onward with my heels digging into his thighs. Thank goodness I had just sucked him off, or he would have shot his load already, I needed to relax more and enjoy this fucking. I slowed our pace even though I felt my climax begin. Our incestuous coupling had stimulated me so much! 

"Slower, dear, and deeper," I whispered with my slick, wet cunt wrapped around his thick penis. The feeling building up inside me was incredible, and I knew that my own climax would overwhelm me this time. My son's youthful cock, so quickly rejuvenated, penetrated me in our illicit joining and excited me enormously. No wonder, I realized, incest is so common; it is so stimulating! 

"Oh, mom," my son groaned, enjoying his forbidden ride. With each stroke he attempted to bury his full length inside me. He was giving me an excellent fucking, and obviously having a great time doing it. As I pushed harder and harder, meeting his incestuous thrusting, I began to gasp for breath. Billy was panting too. Then it happened. 

"Oh god, baby, ohhhhh my god!" I groaned as a wave surged over me. 

My son grunted seconds later, "Oh shit! This is so good, mom!" 

"Billy!" I cried out in passion. "Oh, my sweet lover." 

"Aaahhghh!" he grunted softly as he thrust deep into me, attempting to pump his semen deep into my belly. Another wave flowed over my hot body. 

Soon, still fully linked together, we relaxed and began kissing deeply. I moaned with pleasure and heard a responding moan from my son. Slowly our hot bodies cooled. Abandoning any thoughts of guilt and shame, I caressed my son and reassured him that this was a special comfort we were giving each other. The sex had been the best ever, and my pussy was still warm and tingly. I knew that this would not be the end of our lascivious relationship. 

"We can't fall asleep, dear," I said into my son's ear, and I gave his penis, still sticky from our fucking, a little squeeze. 

"Mom, I want to stay like this forever." 

We finally got off the bed; I sensed how large a load of cum my son had squirted into me because I felt it begin to ooze out. I quickly pulled Billy with me into the shower. "That was a good fucking, dear. You're so good, baby!" I said in hopes of encouraging future sessions, but I found out soon enough that Billy needed no further inducement. 

"Mom, that was great. I never felt anything so good before." Billy said with a big smile. "I want to do that again, and soon." 

Oh, yes, dear!" I answered, now relieved, and watched his smile grow bigger. "You need to remember that this is our special love." He nodded his agreement. While we showered together, Billy and I began playing with each other again. He was enthusiastic about our new relationship. I knew how horny a teenage boy could be, and he would love to stick his hard prick into me again. 




Rita and Billy



"How do you like showering with your mom," I inquired. "We can have so much more fun as long as your dad isn't home." I was eager to show Billy every type of sensuality. Billy and I had an amusing time under the warm spray and made ourselves horny again. He slipped his wet dick slip between my thighs in the shower while I leaned against the wall. I admired my son's energetic, youthful body and his hard cock, which could rise up so quickly after each coupling. My pussy tingled in anticipation when I felt my son's erection rise up. "I need you again, darling," I moaned as he cupped my pendulant breasts and fingered my long, erect nipples. 

"I want to fuck you again so much, mom," he moaned. I could feel his hard rod pressing against my labia. I leaned against the wall under the spray and let him force his cock between my pussy lips from behind. As he thrust into me, he pressed me against the tiles with each stroke that buried his thick cock in my eager pussy, again and again. I gasped from the force of his fleshy tool. 

He fucked himself in and out of me. My hot pussy was stirred up, excited once again by the wonderful feelings his prick was giving me. I knew Billy was enjoying as much pleasure as me by his gasps. We did not last long, and Billy ejaculated another load of his cream inside my cunt. "Mom! I'm so hot for your pussy!" Billy cried out. Again he had filled me with his warm, thick cum. After each fucking, I felt a lot better about our relationship this time, not perceiving the slightest feeling of guilt. What had once seemed evil was now normal. I was unconcerned with conventional morality. 

Returning from his bowling, George found nothing that would give the slightest hint of any illicit activity. George went to bed and was soon asleep. As soon as I was certain that he was asleep for the night, I slipped out of the room. I wanted to feel my son's cock in my mouth. While Billy sat on his bed, I knelt before him and gave him a blow job that drove him wild and made him moan so loud he had to bury his face in a pillow so that he would not awaken his father. 

Eventfully, as time passed, George was not so tired from work and bowling and wanted some sex. I would lay underneath him fondling his balls and gyrating my hips in a show of enthusiasm. Rather quickly he came and rolled off me. He always fell asleep immediately, and I went into Billy's room and had nice orgasms with my son's large cock plunging deep into me. Whenever George was away with his pals, Billy and I spent that time fucking, giving each other powerful climaxes. Sometimes Billy would quietly slip up behind me and whisper, "I need to fuck you, mom," and, kissing my neck, he would pull my panties down and slide a finger into my moist cunt. Our frequent and constant sex relaxed after the frenzy of the first few days. As long as we were free to do so, we would fuck or suck each other, sometimes two or three times a day. My pussy and Billy's cock adapted to each other, and our every coupling was a special and deeply exciting act. Perfectly attuned to each other's needs, we abandoned ourselves to enthusiastic and inventive fucking. 

My son's orgasms were as large and powerful as my own, and he filled me repeatedly with his thick, creamy semen, sometimes ejaculating into my cunt and sometimes squirting into my mouth. My own thwarted desires were now a faint, unpleasant memory. Whatever I wanted, he was ready to do. 

"Eat my pussy, darling," I would whisper. Soon his lips would close on my mound and kiss my tangled pubic hair. "Lick my pussy, dear! Suck me!" I would moan as Billy pressed his lips against my cunt. Soon he was dragging his tongue up and down my wet slit, delving into my pink folds. He really got into it, and, after I came, I would spread my legs, so he could fuck me and make me come again. My son, Billy, became my constant lover, while still a teen age boy. Billy knew full well that our activity was illegal, but the thrill of our incest encouraged him to keep secret the forbidden love between us. 

"This won't go on forever, baby. You might want to fuck younger girls, women your own age, instead of a mature lady like me," I warned Billy some days as we lay nakedly sprawled together. 

"No, mom, I'm not ready for that yet," he always answered after brief silences, showing he was thinking about it. "Maybe some day I will want someone else, but now I want to be your lover. Don't worry mom; this is so great. I want enjoy it for a long time." 

We often fucked several times a day and cried out in passion whenever we climaxed. We were always so enthusiastic that our moans of pleasure and delight resounded throughout the house, so long as George was not there. Sometimes we found ourselves rutting like animals, dropping to the floor where we met. Our forbidden passion went on for many years until, as I had predicted, my son became more attracted to girls his own age. Even now, he is never far away and is always ready to stuff his hard prick into his mother's eager cunt.



Rita & Hal, Surprise Swingers



About two years ago my wife and I met through mutual friends a couple with whom we share a lot in common. Rita and Hal were our age; in fact the wives were born two days apart the same year, career-wise we were equally successful, our children were all grown and we were all enjoying the thrill of being grandparents. We got together often as a foursome going to dinner, movies, the theater, and museums together, Hal and I golfed and we all visited each others homes often and the girls would shop and do whatever else it is that women do when they're off together. In short we became good friends.

Hal is 6' with a head of brown hair graying at the sides, weighs about 210 pounds and has a very outgoing personality. He's the kind of person who regardless of any disagreement or argument you may have with him he's always upbeat and is a very difficult person to dislike. 

Rita is about 5'3", weighs about 145 pounds or so and has short blond hair that I'm sure she would deny dying to keep. She is also very outgoing but sometimes there's a dreamy-ness about her like she's off in her own little space. You notice this from time to time when she appears to lose focus but she comes back to us in our world in short order. If you watched her long enough you'd notice that she'd sit very rigid at times and at others is quite relaxed. At first my wife and I thought that perhaps she was on drugs or needed them, but in no way was she ever anything more then a pleasure to be with. Much later I was to find out the cause of her "trips".

One evening this past September we were to get together for dinner as we usually did at least once a month. My wife was due back home from a business trip but had called late that afternoon and because of some very bad weather where she was all the flights had been delayed. She'd decided rather than sit in the terminal all night in the hopes of getting a flight later that evening she'd postpone her flight home until the next day and get a room at the airport hotel. She suggested I go ahead and have dinner with Rita and Hal still.

At the pre-arranged time they picked me up at my home and on the way to the restaurant I explained my wife's absence. As we had a late reservation we were among the last of the diners that evening and were seated in a corner well separated from other diners. 

After we'd ordered our meal and were having our drinks Hal said "it's a shame Helen couldn't have made it as we had something we wanted to talk to you about."

Across from me Rita sat with a dreamy look in her eyes and a smile playing at her lips and I figured she would be in and out most of the evening. 

Hal continued "not often but maybe two or three times a year we invite another couple into our bed. We're very selective and discreet about it and only do this periodically as we don't want a lot of talk about us going on."

I was very surprised by this revelation because in the two years we'd known Hal and Rita never once had anything been said or hinted at that would have led you to believe they were swingers. I like to think I'm reasonably astute and would have noticed if there had been any indication. 

Now I know I'm opening myself up for abuse, lectures on trust and fidelity or on my selfishness because of my philandering but as we say in this part of the world....c'est le vie. My wife and I have been married for thirty-plus years and she's been friend, lover, companion, confidant, and for the most part all that I could have hoped for in our travel through life. In fact if you were to ask me who my best friend is, without hesitation I immediately would say she is. Are there things she doesn't know about me? Yes. Certain details of my early life and that I'm bi-sexual come to mind, although I'm sure she suspects the latter. Her suspicions would be based on the countless occasions she's fucked my ass with vibrators, dildos, probes, strap-ons and plugs to my hearts delight. I'm also just as positive there are things about my wife I don't know about. And contrary to what you might think we do have a very good sex life, there's hardly anything that she or I have wanted to try that she's not been willing to at least try once. But the one thing I can't get her to do is swing. I've tried since before we were married to get her involved with it and she's steadfastly refused. She is honestly a one-man woman and I have no doubt of her fidelity and guess I should be thankful. But alas, the same cannot be said about my own fidelity. But I think, perhaps hopefully, that I have had at least tacit approval for my philandering because she's never said anything about "I can't...I shouldn't...I better not..., etc". On that the only thing she's ever said was "don't ever bring anything home".

Getting back to Hal's revelation I said "Hal, I'm surprised by this, in all this time I've never suspected you two were swingers, it's a total shock."

Hal nodded but didn't respond and Rita just smiled at me so I went on "Believe me I'm honored by your invitation but Helen would never be interested." I went on explaining about having tried for three decades to get her interested in swinging and having failed to do so. 

Hal nodded and said "I suspected that to be the case but heard from Paul", the mutual friend that had originally introduced us, "that you do fool around. It's a shame Helen won't participate but we'd still like you to join us if you're interested." Going on he said "But let me say this so there's no misunderstandings, Rita's straight but I swing both ways and if you're not interested in that then that's OK as well and you're still invited to join us." 

I responded "Not a problem. I'd be happy to join you two if that's acceptable, that is without Helen." 

Smiling Hal said "Good, then it's settled." Picking up his glass, Rita and I following suit, he raised a toast "Here's to good times, past and future."

We three repeated "Good times, past and future" as we clinked our glasses together.

Served our appetizers we ate and talked about this and that. Since we'd been seated I noticed from time to time Hal would reach into his jacket pocket but never took anything out. I'd noticed him doing this other times we'd gotten together as well, that he'd place his hand in either his pants or jacket pocket and thought he just had an unconscious habit of doing this. 

But now Hal reached into his jacket pocket and removed a small gray plastic remote and looked towards Rita while I watched his finger make an adjustment to the small wheel on the side of the remote. 

Turning to look at Rita I saw she had that far-away look in her eyes again and then she closed them, tightly clenched the arms of her chair, went very rigid, bit her lower lip, moaned and scrunched up her face and appeared to be holding her breath. After a few moments she relaxed, sat back, exhaled, opened her eyes and looked at Hal, then me and smiled. 

Hal made another adjustment on the remote then placed it on the table in front of his plate and asked "Do you know what that is?"

I nodded and said "it's a RF remote for some device but not sure what kind." 

He said "Rita's wearing a butterfly, do you know what that is."

Glancing at Rita who looked boldly back at me I nodded and said "Yeah, I know what that is."

Pointing at the device on the table in front of his plate he said "the remote's for that butterfly. All evening I've been alternating the intensity to stimulate her and what we've just witnessed was Rita reaching an orgasm."

Looking to his wife he asked her "did you enjoy your cum my love?"

Reaching out and brushing his cheek with her fingertips she lovingly responded "Oh, I liked it very much, thank you."

After sitting back Hal slid the remote over to me and said "give it a try." 

I asked Rita "since you've just gotten off wouldn't you like a rest first?" 

She smiled, shaking her head and said "No, I really don't need one but do whatever you like."

Hal explained "You see Rita's multi-orgasmic and a chronic masturbator. She masturbates with or without me six, seven times a day minimum, going no more then two hours between sessions, else she gets antsy. It's the first thing she does in the morning and the last thing at night." Smiling at his wife and placing his hand atop hers on the table he continued "When we got married Rita was a virgin but told me she'd fingered herself every night and a couple times during the day since she was younger and had discovered playing with herself." Looking back to me he said "She says she never penetrated herself with her finger or anything else before our first night together but had just rubbed her lips and clit and played with her budding breasts and nipples."

I was amazed; Hal was talking about his wife like she wasn't even there, without any concern for her reaction. I looked at her and the only comment she had was "that's right" and a nod of her head as Hal told the story. 

Hal went on "when she lost her cherry on our wedding night it only served to heighten her need for orgasms and over the years we've accumulated tons of toys, most of which vibrate which she uses to get off."

Rita leaned towards me over the table and interjected "one of my favorite at home toys is my rabbit because it has a neat attachment that stimulates my clit when I put the vibrator inside me."

Going on after Rita's interruption Hal said "Rita masturbates at work every day, either locking herself in one of the stalls in the ladies restroom or by using one of the many toys she has, like the butterfly, at her desk. Isn't that that right baby?"

Rita responded with a nod of her head, a closed lip smile and a satisfied happy "hmmm."

Further explaining Rita's obsession with masturbation Hal said "Even at parties we go to when Rita feels the need she'll go to the bathroom and bring herself off or she may be wearing a vibrating toy of some sort that keeps her stimulated. When we go on long trips in the car she'll lay the seat back and go at it, often giving passing truckers a good show. At home watching TV she usually has her hand between her legs, not because what we're watching is particularly romantic or erotic, but just because of her need to stimulate herself."

Again I looked at Rita to judge her reaction to this discussion and she was happily nodding her agreement. With her nonchalance we could have been talking about the weather as far as she was concerned. 

Rita stopped Hal and said "Hal's exaggerating a little bit. I don't always bring myself off when I play, but like the act of playing too." Crossing her arms in front of her like she were hugging herself, her left hand on her right shoulder and her right just below and beyond her left breast, her head tilted slightly to the right, her eyes closed she said "I'll bring myself to the edge of a good cum and back off time and again prolonging the pleasure." Staying as she is but opening her eyes she looks to me and says "Sometimes I bring myself off quickly, but prefer to take my time."

Hal says to Rita "tell Bill your favorite technique."

Placing her arms back on the armrest of her chair Rita blushes just a little but with but the briefest of hesitation explained "I'll put a butt plug in my ass, sometimes a vibrating one, then put a dildo in my pussy and then use a small high speed vibrator on my clit as I fuck myself with a dildo. This always brings on my most intense orgasms, especially if Hal sucks my nipples at the same time." Changing the subject just a little Rita said "I'm glad the toy makers were now making toys with wireless remotes because hiding the control with all the wires before and still having access was a pain in the ass."

This was certainly a night of firsts. I found out for the first time that Rita and Hal were swingers. I'd never heard either of them talk about their sex life or their genitalia before, much less so openly and candidly. And while I'd heard Rita utter a "damn" or a "shit" before, I'd never heard the words "clit, pussy, ass, dildo, vibrator or fuck" from her mouth before and this in itself was surprising, how frankly she spoke now.

Rita shared that the most difficult years for her were when their three daughters were coming up and she had to be creative in hiding her obsession from them. "The closest I'd ever come to getting caught by one of them was when our oldest was about eight and we were living in the old house which only had one bathroom, with no lock on the door, and one evening I was lying in the tub, a huge old claw footed thing, with my pussy under the faucet letting the water pound against my clit as I played with my nipples when Julie burst in yelling "I got to pee, ma." Going on without embarrassment Rita explained "although I'd slid back in the tub and was sitting up as Julie sat on the toilet and began to pee I knew my face was red from being in the position I'd been caught in." Pausing a moment obviously in thought about that time Rita went on "But Julie didn't even notice my embarrassment or that there was no water in the tub other then what was dribbling out of the faucet and just finished peeing and left as abruptly as she'd burst in." Rita said "from then on I was more careful about it and never had another close call, but I'm pretty sure as the girls grew older they knew what I was up to in my bedroom so often, especially after our middle girl asked if it was "wrong" to play with yourself and I had "the talk" with each of them separately about sex and masturbation."

This conversation was so out of character for these two, it was like talking to two entirely different people that looked like Rita and Hal. 

I picked up the remote when the waiters had come to remove the empty appetizer dishes and to serve our dinner. As the waiter was placing each of our meals in front of us I thumbed the remote to bring on what I hoped was a light vibration to the butterfly. Watching Rita I knew it was on because as soon as the remotes wheel moved she looked up at me, smiled and squirmed a bit. I left the setting as it was for the remainder of our meal but you could actually see her excitement grow. Now I understood all the times when you'd see that dreamy look on her face or her attention seemed elsewhere that it was caused by what was going on in her panties. 

After the dinner dishes had been removed and while we waited for and during dessert I periodically moved the wheel on the little remote back and forth to increase and decrease her stimulation. Rita had ordered sherbet and once just as she brought the spoon to her mouth I increased the vibrations of the butterfly from a slow mild speed to a higher stronger one. The orgasm hit her instantly as she closed her eyes and with the spoon still between her closed lips moaned out loud, her body tense as she rode the pleasure wave. Anyone hearing or seeing her must have thought she really enjoyed her sherbet. 

After settling the bill we left the restaurant and went to their car then on to their house. Before getting into the car at the restaurant Rita stood in the open doorway, reached under her skirt and pulled her panties down and off. Getting in she tossed them to me in the rear seat and saw they were a nice lacy blue pair but nothing special. More importantly you could smell her on them and holding the damp crotch to my face I deeply inhaled her fragrance as she lay the front seat back down and hiked up her skirt. Undoing the straps to the butterfly she dropped it onto the floor and then lying there looked over her shoulder at me and began to play with her pussy. Sliding forward I watched as she masturbated but from my angle in the dark could only see the silhouette of her hand moving between her legs and her shining eyes looking at me. Except for a couple times when she closed those eyes for a second or two she maintained eye contact with me the entire time she played with herself, smiling at me and pursing her lips to emphasize her pleasure. As we rode and she played with herself the air in the car was filled with the delicious aroma of her sex and this only heightened my own desire. In the flashes of light we had as we passed streetlights I saw she was very wet and could see the fingers glistening between her legs. She didn't cum on the short ride to their house and as soon as we pulled into the drive she took her fingers from her pussy and placed them in her mouth, then hopped out, smoothed down her dress and headed for the door. Getting out of the car I had to move a little slower to accommodate the hard-on I had which was at a bad angle when I stood.

Hal let us into the house and as Rita disappeared into the back he asked "like a drink?"

"Sure" I said.

After setting our drinks on his bar he suggested "go ahead and get comfortable" and then began to remove his clothing so I followed suit. 

Hal was moderately hairy and sported a soft, cut three inch cock which would later grow to a nice six and a half inch hard-on. 

After stripping I took my handkerchief from my pants and wiped my cock as Hal watched. Seeing him look I explained "I'm a "leaker", and when excited I dribble precum like crazy."

Hal, now nude, said "let me see this" and came over, squatted before me then swallowed my semi-hard cock in one gulp. He released my cock only to lick my balls and pubes licking up more of my precum and wasted no time in cleaning the sweet natural lube that was all over my cock and balls. Hal's sucking mouth had brought me back to fully hard in no time and while he held my hips with his hands his mouth slid back and forth on my six inch length. Pausing a second he looked up at me and said "delicious" before taking me back into his mouth again.

This is the scene that greeted Rita when she came back into the room. Hal's back was to her but I'd noticed her entrance only because she'd turned off the hall light and that caught my attention. 

She was dressed in her robe and she walked directly over to her husband and knelt beside him as he sucked me. She placed her hand on my balls as she watched her husband suck me and as she gently squeezed them she looked up at me, smiled, nodded and turned to watch her husband continue to go down on me. A minute later she stood and whispered to me "I love to watch him suck cock and get fucked" then kissed me. 

Dropping her robe as she walked to a nearby chair she sat then spread her legs wide, putting her feet on the edge of the coffee table and began to run just one finger up and down her slit as she watched us. 

This afforded me my first look at her nude and as I'd said earlier she was about 5'3" and 145 pounds with short blond hair. Her breasts were large, about a 38D cup, and they hung down having long ago lost their battle with gravity. Her areoles were slightly darker than the surrounding flesh and about an inch and a half to two inches in diameter and covered in the bumps and wrinkles that accompany erect nipples. Although erect, her nipples were not large but were of a size good for getting your lips wrapped around to suck on. Her pussy was clean shaven and her inner lips dropped outside the outer ones enough to allow her to splay them open with her fingers exposing her pink inner flesh. Her clit, which I couldn't see from across the room but would later was about the size of an eraser on a #2 pencil, and would only be exposed when you pulled her clitoral hood back. 

Rita sat in the chair masturbating as Hal sucked me and would occasionally reach up and play with a nipple, but most of her play was between her legs. She held her lips wide as she rubbed her pussy with a finger on either side of her clit dipping those fingers into her wet hole from time to time and occasionally running a finger back to her asshole. Rita also apparently liked the taste of her pussy as she would often dip her fingers into her pussy and then suck on them like little cocks. Throughout his giving me a blow job she called out encouragement every now and then to Hal telling him "suck that cock good" or "show him what good cocksucker you are, baby" or other things such as that. 




Rita & Hal, Surprise Swingers



Hal was doing a very good job on my cock but needed to stop before I shot my load down his throat. So I pulled myself from his sucking mouth and helped him stand then took him over to the couch, his hard-on bouncing with each step he took. 

Sitting him down I knelt between his legs and began to lick his shaft. The chair that Rita sat in was ninety degrees of the sofa so she had a good view of what was going on and I was determined to give Hal as good of head as he'd given me. Licking from the base of his cock up to the head then back again before licking and sucking on his balls I took my time before taking his shaft into my mouth. Before swallowing him I held his cock with my fingers around the base and placing just the head into my mouth between my lips ran my tongue around it allowing the top and bottom of my tongue to pass over the head. I ran my tongue round and round the head several times before slowing taking more of him into my mouth. Once his cock head was at the back of my throat I began to slide my mouth up and down on him, my tongue pressed hard against his shaft as my head bobbed on his cock and on each upstroke it would lick around the head.

After about four or five minutes he placed his hand on my shoulder and gently pushed me off his cock saying "I need you to stop you got me too close to my nut." 

I crawled over to Rita, who still had her legs spread wide and her feet on the edge of the coffee table playing with her pussy, and ducked under her leg and began to lick her right calf. Working my way up I kissed, nibbled and licked her thigh before moving up to just below her moving fingers in her pussy. As she rubbed her clit I lowered my head and licked from the "taint" upwards and pushed my tongue into her hole. Holding her lips spread with my fingers and tongue fucking her hole I could feel her fingers bump my forehead as she played with herself. Licking further up I "forced" her fingers out of the way so I could apply my mouth, lips and tongue to her delicate lips and clit. I've been told many times I eat pussy like a woman and take this as a compliment. Pressing my mouth against her pussy and with the flat of my tongue I licked everywhere, pausing now and again to gently lick around or over her clit before sucking on her dangling lips then starting over. I licked from her clit to her asshole allowing my tongue to pass over and around her rear hole as I moved up and down the length of her sex. 

Hal came over and standing by the chair bent over and kissed his wife as I went down on her and after about six or seven minutes of being eaten she began to cum. Rita put one hand on the back of my head and held my mouth pressed against her pussy where my tongue could assault her lips and clit as she humped her pussy against my mouth in turn. Rita was a quiet cummer and barely a moan escaped from her lips as she went over the edge grinding her sex against my face.

Once she'd gotten off she sat up and kissed me deeply, tasting herself on my lips then stood and pointed at the chair saying "sit there."

Once I was seated she knelt between my legs and went down on me. Before taking me into her mouth she, like her husband had done earlier, she licked all around my cock, pubes and balls savoring the taste of my precum, which had leaked from my cock as I'd gone down on the two of them. It would have been difficult to determine who the better cocksucker was, Rita or Hal but think Rita may have had the edge because as she sucked and her passion rose she really got into it.

Kneeling beside his wife Hal rubbed her back and ass then began to use his fingers on her pussy from behind. After he'd played with her for about two minutes he got behind her and pushed his cock into her hole. He began to fuck her and after a few minutes I watched as he held her cheeks apart and spit into her crack and after putting his thumb into his mouth and wetting it he pressed it into Rita's asshole. As she was being fucked and her ass fingered Rita held my cock with one hand as she sucked me and her other was under her presumably playing with her pussy. Hal lasted about three or four minutes more before dumping his load into her pussy after she had cum again too. Nearing my own nut around this time I was grateful that Rita had stopped sucking as she got off on Hal's cock. 

After cumming Hal plopped down and sat on the floor and I asked Rita to again trade positions with me. Kneeling between her legs I ate her pussy and sucked Hal's cum from her hole making her get off again within five minutes. 

After catching her breath she got up and left the room returning a minute later. She knelt between my legs and sucked me hard again then taking my hand pulled me from the chair and had me sit on the floor, my back against the chair. 

She got over me, squatted and holding my cock put it into her pussy. As she rode me I put my hands around her on her ass and could feel that she had put something into her asshole. She rode me for three or four minutes before I told her "I want to fuck you doggy style." 

Rita got off me and once I'd moved out of the way she knelt on the floor with her upper body on the chair we'd sat in and as I got behind her I could see the oblong base of a butt plug in her ass. I rubbed the head of my cock up and down through her slick lips and against her clit several times before entering her pussy and fucked her though another orgasm before I felt my own coming on. 

As I fucked his wife I'd noticed that Hal was stroking his now hard again cock sitting on the floor next to us, watching as my cock slid in and out of her pussy. 

As I'm fucking her Rita tells me "Don't cum in me because I want to see Hal taking your load in his mouth."

"OK" I say breathlessly as I continue to pump my cock in and out of her pussy and just scant seconds before I feel the need to pop I pull out and Hal's right there to take my cock into his mouth. I barely get into his mouth before I begin to cum pumping at least two good spurts and a couple lesser ones into his maw. As I shot my load into his sucking mouth Hal was moaning, perhaps not from his enjoying the taste of my seed but from his own nut because as he swallowed mine his cum was erupting from his cock and flowing over his hand like lava from a volcano. 

Spent I walk back a few steps on my knees and sit on the floor watching Rita, who's sitting with her back leaning against the chair, as she's again moving her fingers between her legs watching as Hal licks his own cum from his fingers. She has a finger on either side of her clit again rubbing it and two fingers from the other hand in her pussy hole. After several minutes of playing she looks wild eyed at Hal and I and it's obvious she really gets off on being watched as she masturbates. In a few minutes she's moaning and her fingers are moving faster bringing on her orgasm and when she begins to cum her face scrunches up, her eyes shut tight and her torso jerks as her orgasm hits. After it passes she lies back as Hal crawls over and kisses his wife. 

Enjoying the afterglow we sat together naked talking about this and that and Rita commented "maybe next time we can get Helen interested in joining us."

"Good luck and I mean that honestly because mine on this subject is terrible" and reminded her of my thirty years of failures. 

She said "well if she doesn't then she doesn't but she don't know what's she's missing."

Agreeing with her I said "although I'd be thrilled if we could play with others together I just can't see her changing her mind about it after all these years", and we kind of left it at that. 

We talked about other mundane things and after awhile I got dressed and walked home leaving them lying on the floor, Rita in a near sleep. 

We haven't gotten another chance to get together for sex yet but it may happen again. After that first time things went back to "normal" in our social gatherings. In mixed company and with my wife present, you'd never know from their actions that anything sexual had ever happened between us. But when we're alone there're knowing glances and smiles passing back and forth. Now when Rita "spaces out" and my wife comments on it I can inwardly chuckle at the thought of if only she knew the truth. I doubt it but who knows, maybe one day she'll decide to give swinging a try. That's me....the eternal optimist. 



Rita and Remi



Rita greeted Remington at the door in only a garter belt, fishnets, and three-inch mary janes, all black. She was embarrassed, and nervous that her landlord, or Merrill, the neighbor who frequently worked in his yard, would see her through the glass double-doors. But, Remi had told her what to wear and she wanted only to obey him. It had been that way for Rita from the moment he told her to take off her clothes the first time they had played together several weeks ago.

Remington appeared not to notice that Rita was naked. He inclined his face toward her slightly; in response, she kissed his full lips with hers, which were colored deep red. He took in the new painting she had started then told her to precede him up the stairs to her bedroom.

Rita moved carefully and therefore slowly, unaccustomed to her heels. She wondered what Remi saw as he followed her, what he thought about it, whether it pleased him, but she didn't ask and he didn't offer.

Once inside her room, he motioned her toward the foot of the bed, told her to face it, spread her legs, and bend over. Rita rested on her forearms and forehead, her 38D breasts hanging freely, her ass and full hips pushed up and back. Remi quietly asked if her pussy was wet and slipped two fingers of his long slender hand inside her. She answered with a moan. Rita was dripping, had been for hours. She became wet with the anticipation of him.

Rita kept her feet and shapely legs firmly planted, but her ass and pelvis rocked unselfconsciously as he spread her lips and probed her holes with his fingers, her vibrator, and a butt plug. In response, she made sounds like those of some unidentifiable animal in heat.

Suddenly, Remington stopped his explorations and left the room. Rita could not have protested the abrupt change even if she had thought to: language had left her when Remi slipped his fingers into her. She was breathless and very wet and ached to have him fuck her long and deep and hard.

When she was conscious of her surroundings again and heard the sounds of Remi's movements on the lower floors of her apartment, Rita stilled her body, quieted her breathing, and remained standing, bent over with legs spread wide. She understood that she was to keep her head face down on the futon though Remington had not specifically instructed her to do so. She also understood that she had given him permission to probe and use her in any way he wished to.

He spanked her when he returned to her bedroom sometime later, his bare brown hands painting her white ass into shades of pink and red that she could only imagine. She couldn't stand still; the spanking stung badly. Without meaning to, she tightened her ass in anticipation of each new blow and crawled onto the bed to move away from his hands. He pulled her back eventually, locked her hip beneath his right knee and her legs, now bent and kneeling on the floor, against his left leg. Rita pleaded for him to stop, tried to cover her already sore ass with her hands, but he held them down above her head until he was finished. Rita didn't cry, but she stifled dry sobs.

She remained perfectly still when Remington moved away, her breasts and face pressed against the futon, her knees bruised by the wood floor, her arms extended above her head. She could hear him undressing, but didn't dare turn to watch.

She was next aware of Remington's thick, nine-inch cock pushing at her lips. He had grabbed the hair at the top of her head and maneuvered her into a sitting position at the edge of the bed, her legs straight and splayed. He held her head firmly in place as he fucked her mouth. Rita gagged repeatedly. She concentrated on creating space at the back of her throat, but there simply wasn't enough room. He pushed into her anyway. When he stopped, his hands still grasping her head, he stood her before an empty wall space between two closets. Now Rita did cry, softly and quietly, from the humiliation of gagging and this time out. In the silence, she heard Remington open a condom packet.

She bent from the waist when he touched her hips. She braced her forearms against her thighs as he pumped into her, and continued to cry through this further humiliation.

After a while, he directed her toward the bed and onto her belly. He placed two pillows beneath her and watched himself push in and out of her while he held her down with a strong hand flat against her back. She moaned and cried out and thanked him for fucking her.

He told her to turn over, removed the pillows, entered her again but stopped. His freed dreadlocks enclosed them both in a curtained space. Quietly he told her to spread her legs wide. Once she had, he told her to lift them vertically and hold them with her hands. Again, he pumped and watched.

Rita felt his dick pound against her g-spot, that place of heightened pleasure so close to unbearable pain. She sensed a tsunami rise within her, cried out and closed her eyes as Remi watched a flood of ejaculate pour from her vagina. He pinned her arms to the bed as he climaxed; she felt the surges of his orgasm inside her as she rode the final wave of her own.