Rita Sawyer regretted the fact that she had not lived as adventurously as she would have liked.
When she went to London to live in a fashionable flat with her beautiful divorcee mother, the lovely seventeen-year-old became increasingly more anxious than ever before to experience sex. She tired of her routine virgin life and sought to emulate the colorful life style of her mother.
One evening late at night Rita decided to eavesdrop on her voluptuous, energetic mother as she heard noises emanating from her bedroom. As Rita peeked through a crack in the door she observed her mother Eileen in the passionate throes of sex with Tommy, a good looking young British rock drummer.
Just watching her mother's scintillating body gyrating back and forth in a whirlpool of ecstasy made Rita regret more than ever what she was missing. Rita disliked in particular the fact that her mother was seeking to discourage her from doing the very things that she was having so much fun doing.
Rita went back to bed that evening with one firm objective in her mind, that of involving herself in some passionate experiences, the same kind in which her mother was participating.
Eventually Rita set her sights on a handsome British pilot who lived in the flat across the hall from her own. Rita knew that to derive sexual experience she had to start somewhere, and Phillip James seemed like just the kind of suave man of experience who would be able to properly show her the ropes. .
Once that Rita becomes sufficiently intrigued in the realm of sex, she finds that it can become as delightfully habitual in her own personal case as it always had been with her mother Eileen.
-The Publisher
CHAPTER I
When Rita Sawyer went to live with her mother Eileen in London, she felt very sad about leaving all of her friends in Southern California.
She had been living with her father for quite some time. He had been awarded custody of young Rita as a result of her mother Eileen's rather notorious reputation with men, something that had brought their marriage to a halt.
But when Rita's father suffered a heart attack and was forced to rest for one year, and after bills and responsibilities began to mount, her father had, upon making inquiries, decided that Eileen had settled down a little and that it might be wise for young Rita to go live with her.
Rita had always felt a little uncomfortable around her mother, particularly with the knowledge of her wild reputation and the way that she had played around. For that reason Rita had been schooled by her father to play it very straight and not get serious about guys. Rita was, therefore, considered to be quite a prude, if not a square, by a number of her schoolmates. Since she was a beautifully developed young woman who, dressed under under the appropriate circumstances, could pass for her early twenties, she naturally was very much in demand. Rather than going to all the parties that she had invitations to, however, Rita chose to live a generally quiet existence.
A number of her girl friends were wildly promiscuous, and they were never able to figure out just why Rita was so careful not to involve herself much with the opposite sex. She dated a few times, but never was even close to losing her virginity.
Even though she had been told that her mother was doing much better than she had before, Rita was skeptical. From the very beginning when she moved into her mother's fashionable flat in the Portman Square section of London, she could hear the sounds of her mother laughingly engaged in conversation with men late at night when she was trying to sleep. She would then occasionally hear grunting and gasping sounds, indicative of sex activity.
Eileen had saved enough money through the years to buy her own antique shop, which specialized in American antiques. The shop was situated on Carnaby Street, and Eileen managed to do very well. In addition, her line of work enabled her to meet a lot of interesting men, many of whom she brought home to the flat.
One evening several weeks after Rita had arrived in London, the sounds of her mother and the young man she was with became so loud that she was distracted from sleep. Rita finally decided to get up and investigate, to tiptoe down the hallway and observe her mother in her bedroom.
As Rita walked stealthily down the hallway, she could hear the sound of the young Englishman's voice. She recognized that the voice belonged to Tommy, a long-haired rock drummer who, one afternoon when he was waiting for Eileen, had first propositioned Rita to smoke grass with him, following which he then made a direct overture for her to go to bed with him. Rita had thought about how angry Eileen would have become had she known just what Tommy had attempted, but she had not told her.
In order for Rita to observe the action going on in Eileen's bedroom, it was necessary for her to open the bedroom door a crack. Ever so careful to avoid any suspicion, she moved the door with stealthful grace, after which she peeped inside and watched the action.
At first Rita's whole body shook and her heart throbbed. After all, she had never seen a man and woman in a copulatory situation before. Certainly she was aware of her mother's wild reputation, and several times she had heard her mother locked in dramatic coitus, back in Southern California when she had been married to her father, and also in Eileen's London flat.
But now she was observing from first-hand, and as Tommy sat on the edge of the bed, his trim body totally nude, she watched her mother reach out with both hands and begin to ever so daintily fondle the tip of his long, torrid penis.
Eileen was totally naked as well, and Rita could not help but admire the beauty of her mother's form. Despite the fact that her mother was forty years of age or thereabouts, she maintained a completely youthful and vigorous manner. Eileen saw to it that she jogged regularly in nearby Hyde Park, and that she ate the right foods and played occasional tennis. As a result of the precautions she had taken, her body was the type that turned a number of much younger women green with envy.
As for her face, it was highly glamorous. She was a dazzling blonde, and now her hair was draped down almost to her shoulders.
Eileen dropped to her knees as she reached out and continued to fondle Tommy's hard peter. At first she concentrated solely on the tip of his flaming instrument, but the longer that she massaged his pole, the more that she extended her movements. Pretty soon she began driving her fingers up and down the full length of her lover's hot, erect phallus, and as she did his whole body began to twist and turn as he reacted to her quick, assertive finger strokes.
"Keep it up," Tommy said. "Damned, the only thing better than this is playing the drums."
"You prefer the drums?" Eileen looked up at Tommy, frowning bitterly.
"Not really, darling," he laughed. "Just teasing you. I might like the drums, but I'd much rather have you play with my prick."
"That's more like it," Eileen said.
Ever so contentedly Eileen continued to let her fingers connect skillfully with her lover's solid, energetic member. Rita watched with great fascination as she observed his cock hardening ever so noticeably, reacting to each and every quick, twisting finger thrust that her lover assertively put forward.
"Eat my cock," he began to call out impatiently, gasping loudly. "Come on, just run your tongue over my prick. Really suck me. Come on, grind your tongue. Ahhh, you've got to grind it. Grind it real nice. Just let it plunge against my long dick. Bring me off, baby. Put your tongue to work."
Rita noticed that the longer Tommy spoke, the louder and more desperate his tone became. With fascination and joy, Eileen stepped up the pace of her finger activity against his bloated dick. While she kept playing with his torrid prong, she reached down with her tongue and began to let it twist tantalizingly against his searing scrotum.
Pretty soon Tommy's body was nothing more than a sea thing mass of unabounded sensuality. He kept kicking back and forth with his legs, twisting his hips ever so flexibly as his lover continued her rapid-fire, burning movements. Her tongue worked with piston-like short thrusts as she kept on connecting with it against his hot balls.
"Damned, you sure can suck," Tommy gulped. "Keep it up, darling. Can you ever drive your tongue. What a dick licker you are. Come on, eat my dick. Eat my dick and lap up all of the delicious cream. You'll love it."
Her tongue kept on wildly connecting with her lover's long, stiff pole. As soon as she switched her action from his testicles to his hot dick, she drove him that much closer to the state of a glorious climax. Her tongue kept on winding, whipping sharply, driving with great force and desire as she worked him that much nearer to the state of a wild, thrilling orgasm.
"Come on, suck me off," he said. "Just a few more strokes, darling. Ohhh, I'm gonna be off. I can't hold back much longer."
Rita watched as Tommy reached down with both hands, gripping his sex partner's hair with great force. He held on tightly to her head, gulping and gasping as his lover pushed with her hot tongue, driving him ever nearer to the state of a wild and vigorous climax.
"Damned, ohhh, do I ever itch," he said. "Just play with my balls."
A few thrusting tongue stabs later, the droplets of thick white semen began to shoot from the end of Tommy's hot pole.
Rita watched with a new fascination, observing the thick, stimulating gobs of cock cream that her mother's tongue wildly devoured.
"You dick licker," Tommy laughed. "You fantastic dick licker."
As soon as the sex act ended, Tommy took charge. Eileen had been the aggressor with her cock sucking, and now it remained for Tommy to show his gratitude for the beautiful action she'd provided by quickly taking charge.
Tommy's darting fingers moved forward, crisply connecting with Eileen's fiery boobs. He loved touching her taut, warm skin. Eileen's nipples immediately hardened under the quick, devastating finger attack that her lover sharply put forth.
Rita heard the loud, gasping sounds of her mother, whose ass cheeks glided with great mobility from side to side as Tommy kept on letting his fingers stab and thrust against her warm boobs.
"I'm gonna suck 'em a little," Tommy said.
Soon Tommy was working his tongue brilliantly against Eileen's left. tit. Zealously he kept on stroking with his hot, red, ever-so-inspired tongue, which kept on driving diligently against her breast. Tommy moved from one tit over to the other, leaving a dazzling trail of saliva behind.
While Rita watched the devastating sexual contact that was taking place between Tommy and her mother, she began to feel a certain warmth developing between her legs. Rita hardly knew what to make of what was happening. After all, she had been a very good girl up to that point in her life, a proper girl, perhaps all too proper.
The more that Rita watched, the more incensed she became that she was still a virgin and had never been exposed to the kind of wild, erotic thrills that her beautiful, energetic mother was receiving at that moment in time.
"Keep busy, baby " Eileen whispered. "I like what's happening. I what you're doing to me."
When Tommy removed his tongue from Eileen's breasts, he reached down with his right hand and began to explore ever so quickly her wet, furry white triangle. The faster that his fingers connected with her twat hairs, the louder that her gasps became as she responded to every quick, detonating finger stab.
A few strokes later, Tommy released his surging fingers from her organ. Following his pussy probing, he pushed his tongue down between Eileen's legs.
Ever mindful of what was to follow, Eileen parted her trembling legs, then watched as Tommy buried his head between them.
Rita's mouth flew open with ever increasing excitement as she watched Tommy grab hold of her mother's thighs. He held on tightly to Eileen's trim, warm thighs, and as he fingered them he pushed his tongue against her inviting, wet slit.
"Suck me," she gasped, "come on, just grind with your tongue."
His tongue kept on working back and forth, twisting and connecting ever so sharply as it made sturdy, impactful contact with her wet mound.
"Come on, really stick it in me," she exclaimed. "Work your tongue real nice, honey. Just bring me off. Ooooh, aaahhhh, I like your stroking. Honey, ooohhh, I'm there. Yes, ooohhh, I'm shooting. Ooooooh, aaahhhh, ooohhh, aaahhh, oooohhhh."
As her body bounced up and down on the bed and she kept on heaving loud, aroused sighs, Rita watched Tommy's tongue work back and forth as he sought to swallow every drop of Eileen's pussy juice.
Tommy had excited his lover anew with his rapid-fire pussy sucking, and now he was ready to bring his cock back into productive activity.
He reached out with both hands, gripping once more at Eileen's thighs. When he parted them even more widely than before, Eileen knew what was going to happen.
"Dominate me," she gulped. "Come on, send your cock into my cunt. Really fuck me, honey. Oohhh, do I want it. Come on, screw my pussy."
While Rita kept on watching the fascinating sight unfolding before her young, previously innocent eyes, she knew that she, too, would have to adventure. After all, she was a young girl with a beautiful body, and she could attract men anywhere that she went. She remembered how many times she had been noticed on the beach in a bathing suit, not only by young men of her own age, but by more experienced men, the kind that she would enjoy having a liaison with, young men like Tommy, who was doing such a good job of pleasing her mother.
CHAPTER 2
As the excitement continued to mount within Rita, as her heart pounded and her cunt began to ache with desire, she silently reprimanded herself for turning Tommy down. So what if he did want a piece of ass from her. Judging by the way that he was screwing her mother, he would have been more than capable of providing her with all kinds of wonderful thrills.
"Come on and fuck it," Eileen gasped, "darling, make me your woman. I want to be your woman. I want you to fuck me."
Before Tommy asserted his cock inside of her wet and ready joy hole, he reached down and fingered her pussy a few times. When he released his torrid fingers, Tommy pushed his long, grinding dick forward, preparing to let it enter inside of his lover's vagina.
"Here I go," he gasped. "Just get ready for a wild fuck. You're gonna enjoy it, honey. You're gonna get a beautiful screw from me."
Tommy pushed his hard, throbbing spear forward, allowing it to assert inside of his lover's mound. He kept pushing and shoving, driving his cock with dagger-like impact, sliding it as deeply as he knew how inside of the wet, accommodating vagina of his lover.
While Eileen kept on erotically moaning and flipping her ass cheeks back and forth to accommodate the quick, piercing stabs of her forceful, energetic lover, Rita felt even more excitement. It made her feel terrible to recognize just what she had missed when she had turned Tommy down.
"I'm gonna keep fucking you," he gasped. "I'm gonna drive my cock inside your pussy until I shoot. Ooooh, aaahhh, I'm gonna shoot fast. The stuffs all gonna spray out of me. Baby, ooohhh, what fucking."
As Tommy moved ever closer to the ultimate moment of pleasure, that at which all of the juices would be released from his dagger-like dong, he reached out and grabbed at his lover's ass cheeks. He held on with great tightness, twisting and thrusting with his fingers against Eileen's scintillating ass cheeks. The longer that he held on, the closer that he pushed his energetic prong toward orgasm.
A few blazing, twisting cock strokes later, the juices were all set to spray out of the end of his dagger-like peter. His cock stabs kept blasting forward with steady, vigorous desire.
Tommy slapped at Eileen's buttocks, after which his body began to quiver. Rita watched closely as she observed the thick stream of white cock juice that sprayed from the end of his hard phallus and into her waiting snatch.
"Ahhh, what an explosion," he gulped. "Ooooooh, aaahhh, damned but I can feel the itch. Oooooh, oooohhh, what fucking."
Tommy removed his cock from Eileen's cunt. He looked down at his sensual lover, who was waiting to see what he had planned next.
Rita wondered if the whole session was going to end at that point, but she didn't have to wonder for long after she saw what Tommy had in store for Eileen next.
He reached out and played with her nipples a few times, squeezing and twisting them. When Tommy removed his fingers from her nipples, he prepared to lunge forward with his hard, determined cock, which he wanted to plunge inside of Eileen's mouth.
"Just open wide," he said. "That's all I need, baby."
"Darling, you're so dominant," she gulped. "You really want me. Ooohhhh, I know you do. You want to juice once more, you want to get your cock off inside my mouth."
"You'd better believe I do," he sighed. "You just wait, sweetheart. I'm gonna really stab with my dick. I'm gonna really grind with it."
He pushed his pulsating, probing peter forward, allowing it to make its initial contact with Eileen's mouth. Tommy kept grinding solidly with his flaming pole, letting it shove deeply inside of her mouth.
Once again Rita was totally impressed over what she was seeing. The young girl enjoyed the way that Tommy was thoroughly dominating her mother. Now he was letting his lengthy, sweeping cock probe so gracefully and firmly as it plunged its way ever deeper inside of her hot mouth.
"Damned, I've got to juice again," Tommy gulped. "All the stuffs gonna shoot out of me. It's got to. Oooooh, it's stored up. One more hot load. I'm ready for it. Damned, ohhh, it's got to spill."
Rita kept watching as Tommy slapped at Eileen's ass cheeks. Even though he hit her hard enough to redden the flesh, Eileen seemed to enjoy it. Naturally she couldn't say anything what with her mouth filled with Tommy's long pecker, but from the expression in her eyes, one of wild enchantment, it appeared to Rita as if her mother was enjoying each and every aspect of the sex act, including the stinging slaps she was receiving.
He kept on slapping hard with both hands, coordinating those movements with his swift, devastating peter thrusts as his hard, firm organ kept slamming against the base of Eileen's throat.
Tommy's hips and ass cheeks ground from side to side as he slammed his cock with every bit of force he could muster. All the while he kept driving himself that much nearer to the point when the juices would all spurt from the end of his thrusting prong and splash into her mouth.
"Here it goes," he said. "Oooooh, ooooh, damned, does it itch. Ooooooh, I'm gonna slap you one more time. Baby, oooooh, aaahhh, what a fuck. What a glorious fuck."
Tommy slapped several more times in rapid succession at his lover's ass cheeks, and as he did the thick white semen began to spurt from the end of his rangy tool. It overwhelmed his lover's mouth.
When Tommy released his cock from Eileen's mouth, he stretched out next to her. Rita observed as he closed his eyes.
A few moments later the torrid lovers both drifted off to sleep with arms around one another. Rita decided that it was the perfect time for her to make her escape and walk back to her bedroom.
When Rita stretched out in her bed once more, she found herself unable to sleep. She would close her eyes and observe the twisting, writhing movements of her mother's body as it reacted to Tommy's devastating cock stabs to her cunt and her mouth.
Finally Rita decided that she would have to do a little experimenting of her own.
After a good deal of deliberation, Rita reached down with both hands and grabbed at the crotch band of her white, silky panties. In the stillness of her room, she heard the sounds of the silky panties scraping against her legs as she lowered them, finally pulling them off of her altogether.
Immersed in a wild sea of sensual fantasy, the beautiful young girl closed her eyes. All of a sudden it was happening again, the churning, thrusting of Tommy's body as he kept on grinding his dick hard and fast inside of his lover's pussy.
She reached down instinctively and began to toy with her vagina. At first she concentrated her finger movements on her already wet snatch hairs. Yes, her matted hairs had become wet through the exciting event of watching her mother Eileen engaged in sex with her lover, Tommy.
The longer that her fingers twisted and twitched against her enthralled pussy, the warmer that Rita felt inside. Her heart kept on pounding, palpitating even more rapidly than it had earlier as she kept on fingering, working her fingers inside of her hot twat.
The more eagerly that Rita sustained her movements, the more she recognized just what she had been missing. After all, it might have been presented to her that sex was dirty, but it sure didn't seem that way from watching her mother enjoying herself with Tommy.
As she closed her eyes and concentrated as intensely as she knew how, Rita began envisioning Tommy stabbing with his stiff, probing member as it made skillful contact with her twisting vagina.
As a means of making the whole act seem more realistic, Rita even glided her hips from side to side, reacting in the same fashion as her mother had when she received the hot, satisfying stabs from Tommy.
"Fuck me, Tommy," she whispered, "ohhh, fuck my juicy pussy. Yes, Tommy, I want it. Ohhh, I really want it. Come on and screw me."
Her fingers kept on working searchingly, driving inside of her moist, furry nest. All the while she pushed ever nearer to the state of wild, ecstatic climax as her buttocks kept on grinding from side to side and she continued to enjoy every self-directed finger stab that she had sent forth.
A few quick, decisive finger strokes later, she found herself overwhelmed by it all. Her hips kept on shifting and pretty soon she heaved a loud gasp as the juices started to shoot from her mound.
Suddenly Rita opened her eyes, eager to watch the glorious sight of her orgasming juices.
It delighted Rita no end to observe the steady, flowing droplets of pussy spray that rolled down her thighs following her orgasm. Once again Rita began to think about how she had turned Tommy down when he had sought to enjoy some sex from her.
"I was a fool," she murmured. "It can be so much fun. I can see that it can. If my mother can do it, why can't I? Why can't I do the same things she does?"
It disgusted Rita to recognize that her mother was acting very much like her father had when it came to her participation in sex. It struck Rita as being highly hypocritical on her mother's part to expect her to maintain standards that she would never think of imposing upon herself.
Rita made a silent vow to herself that night prior to dropping off to sleep. She would start doing things her own way and live her own life. That meant enjoying sex in the same way that her mother and scores of other women were doing. After all, she did possess a beautiful set of equipment.
CHAPTER 3
Rita had made a decision that evening to get involved in sex and lose her virginity, but it still remained for her to determine just how it was going to be done.
The gorgeous young girl received a good deal of attention from the young men in her classes at the private school that she attended, but she regarded the young men of her own age to be extremely immature and she was not attracted to any of them. As a matter-of-fact, she often put them down very disgustedly when they tried too long and hard to pursue her.
The one thing that Rita desired was to meet a mature man, somebody who could really take her in tow and show her the ropes, also dominating her in a forceful and convincing fashion.
When Rita contemplated the future, her frustrations increased. When her mother was away or, in those late hours of the evening when she would lie in bed, Rita would reach down and begin to finger her pussy. She would work her way down inside of her panties, then play with her torrid mound until the juices sprayed.
One afternoon Rita began to observe with greater interest than before the tall, handsome British pilot who lived in the flat across the hall from her own. His name was Phillip James and he had always been most cordial in talking to both Rita and her mother.
One afternoon when Rita observed Phillip James coming up the hall, she made it a point to hesitate at the doorway. Instead of unlocking her door, Rita decided to wait for Phillip, so that there would be a pretext in engaging in some conversation.
"Hello, young lady," Phillip began in his characteristic smooth, suave manner. "You're getting more beautiful every day."
"Thank you," Rita turned and faced Phillip with a broad smile. "You're not so bad yourself. As a matter-of-fact, you look quite handsome in your uniform. Did you just get back from a flight?"
"Yes, just took the cab in from Heathrow Airport," he said.
"How nice. It must be interesting flying."
"It has its compensations," he shrugged.
"You sure do look nice in your uniform."
"Thank you very kindly. Might I interest you in a glass of wine? I was planning on opening a fresh bottle."
Rita had never had a drop of anything alcoholic in her entire life, but she did not want to blow the opportunity that she was hopefully setting up. By smiling ever so broadly and talking about how good Phillip looked, she hoped to entice him, and now she could see that her strategy had worked. At least up to that point. Phillip was inviting her into his flat to have a glass of wine with him.
They sat in the kitchen sipping the wine. Phillip told her a good deal about the last flight he had taken, a round trip to and from Kingston, Jamaica.
When he finished his first glass of wine, he poured both himself and Rita a second one. Even though Rita felt a little squeamish and her head was already becoming slightly tipsy from the first glass of wine, she was more than happy to down a second with her handsome pilot friend.
Once the second helpings of wine were completed, Phillip looked over at Rita and grinned.
"I don't suppose you need another glass of wine, do you?" he asked.
"No way."
"I didn't think so. But there is something else you can use."
Phillip pushed his body toward Rita's. He reached out and ran his fingers through her hair, then delivered a long, piercing kiss to Rita's lips.
The moment that Phillip's lips pressed against her own, Rita's heart began to pound with overwhelming passion. It was just the way that she had envisioned it. Rita had been certain that once she received just the kind of proper attention from the right man that she would burst forth with all kinds of pent-up excitement, and this was what was happening. She could see just how frustrated she had been waiting for that big moment for so long, and now it was beckoning.
"'Let's go in the other room," Phillip whispered after removing his lips from hers.
Even though Rita wanted badly to lose her cherry to this handsome, confident, very aggressive pilot, she still felt a good deal nervous about the whole thing. After all, she had never been through anything like this before. Her heart pounded wildly and her knees and legs felt rubbery as she walked with Phillip into the bedroom.
An experienced man in ways of the world and in sex, Phillip immediately detected the young girl's nervousness. It was his desire to put her as completely at ease as possible before engaging in sex with her.
"Just relax," he said. "Everything's gonna be fine."
Once they arrived in the bedroom, though, Phillip decided to take complete charge. An aggressive man sexually, with strong desires, Phillip reached out and grabbed his young lover, shoving her body downward into the bed.
In a flash Phillip threw his body down into the bed, reaching out and quickly undoing the buttons of her dress.
"I'm gonna pull it off," he said. "You wanted it, honey, and you're gonna get it. I could see it in your eyes. Right from the moment that you spoke. Sure, you want me. I'm gonna really give you something to remember me by."
Phillip kept up his steady, determined movements until he pulled Rita's dress over her head and off of her completely. Phillip eyed Rita's beautiful nubile body appraisingly after he discarded her dress.
"What a form," he said. "Am I ever gonna have fun fucking with you."
. Phillip reached out and undid Rita's bra straps. All it took were a few quick movements and her bra had been removed. His industrious fingers next reached down and grabbed at her panties, which he tugged on several times, pulling them down her legs and off of her altogether.
"Get set for a fuck," he said.
Rita lay there on the bed trembling more nervously than ever. Now she had moved one step closer to her goal, that of getting her cherry removed from her. Her captivating lover climbed up from the bed, beginning to remove his clothes.
"You're gonna be seeing my long, hard prick," he laughed. "You just watch me, honey. It'll turn you on so much more."
Phillip's fingers kept on working with great certainty as he tugged and pulled on his shorts, finally removing them. His fingers reached down and grabbed hold of his hard, diligent rod. Up and down
Phillip pumped with his fingers, loving every quick, twisting movement.
"What do you think of my rod?" he asked.
The longer that Rita stared at Phillip's lengthy, hard shield, swollen with fervent desire, the more excitement that riddled her whole body. Rita was acutely aware of all the force that was contained within the dimensions of his rigid dick, and she was preparing to receive his quick, forceful stabs.
"Here we go," he said.
Phillip threw himself down in the bed next to Rita. Her body kept trembling, even though down deep she wanted him to take charge and fuck her.
"Relax," Phillip reprimanded her sharply. "Just hang easy."
Phillip reached out with his right hand, sliding it down between her legs. His fingers went to work a few times against Rita's right thigh, following which he then brought his fingers to bear inside of her warm, already wet pussy.
Rita's whole body instinctively twisted with every quick, probing stab that he brought forth with his fingers. She enjoyed the sensations of his throbbing finger thrusts as he kept on wielding them, loving each and every dynamic, twisting sensation.
"I'm gonna bring you off," he said. "That'll relax you a little more."
Rita, despite her fears, couldn't help but feel a certain measure of confidence just being around somebody like Phillip, who obviously knew what he was doing. His sturdy fingers kept on pushing and probing, driving with great impact and joy as he shoved them ever deeper inside of her mound.
Amidst the blazing passions of the moment, Rita started to glide her hips, jerking them back and forth. All of a sudden she remembered just what kind of movements her mother provided in response to Tommy's blistering cock stabs. Her own hips were swinging in the same fluid, rhythmic fashion as Phillip brought her ever nearer to an orgasm.
"Wheeee, ohhh, what fuuuun," she finally sighed. "Ooooooh, aaahhh, I'm dripping. The stuff's shooting, ooohhhh, is it shooting. Baby, baby, oooohhhh, keep grinding. Keep working your fingers. I love it. Oooohhhhh, I love it. Aaaahhhhh I like the way you're probing. Sweetheart, ohhh, do it to me. Ohhh, do it."
Phillip's authoritative fingers kept on pushing and thrusting until Rita finished exploding. He nodded with a measure of accomplishment, observing the trickling droplets of pussy fluid that had splattered against his lover's thighs.
He removed his fingers from his lover's flaming pussy, and now it was time for him to move on to even bigger game. Phillip was all set to drive his hot, piston-like phallus deep inside of his lover's pussy.
"Here I go," he announced. "I'm really gonna fuck. Ohhh, you're gonna get a nice fuck."
Phillip reached out and parted her legs even more distantly. The aggressive pilot wanted to give himself plenty of room as he got ready to shove his steaming stick deep inside of her glistening, moist twat.
"Fling your hips around," he said. "I want you to give me plenty of motion. That'll make this that much more fun. We're gonna have ourselves a beautiful screw, darling."
Phillip reached down with both hands, allowing his fingers to slide and manipulate against her warm, inviting thighs. Just coming into contact with her thighs caused him to feel that much more excitement and devastating desire as Phillip proceeded to push his cock forward inside of her flaming pussy.
He heaved a deep sigh, then entered Rita for the first time. It happened with a short, piercing cock thrust, and as her body twisted, she could not suppress a painful moan.
Despite the fact that Rita desperately wanted to lose her virginity to Phillip, she also couldn't help but suffer a little from the pain that would be apart of the process.
Phillip was so swept away in a state of wild, ecstatic sensual sensation at that moment that he was not about to let up. Not when he felt this kind of wild, turbulent excitement. As a matter-of-fact, he was shut off from the rest of the world. The only thing that counted to him at that moment was that he receive the proper amount of physical stimulation, that he was getting as his hard, plunging cock kept on spearing and twisting while he made solid impact with it inside of his lover's wet, twisting vagina.
"Keep on fucking me," she gulped. "Baby, I really do want it."
His hard, rapier stabs kept on finding the mark. Every now and then Rita would have to let out a painful gasp. Her face contorted several times with pain, but through it all she still enjoyed the wild syndrome of activity as his body kept on converging against hers, and as his grinding cock kept on stabbing in her mound, he knew just how close he was moving to the state of a stinging climax.
A few dedicated, quick-thrusting stabs later, the juices were ready to spill in an avalanche of passion from the end of Phillip's organ.
"Ahhh, what a hump," he gulped. "You've got a tight pussy, baby. I love it."
Phillip slapped at Rita's ass cheeks a few times, then let his fingers grind tightly against her sensual ass cheeks as his probing cock got set to expel its thick, hot jissum.
He grunted hard, then heaved a final gasp as the droplets of Phillip's orgasmic fluid started to spray from the end of his quick, flinging organ.
A few rapid-fire, gripping stabs later, Phillip was off. The sturdy pilot removed his peter from Rita's pussy.
Phillip's eyes widened as he observed the blood in her vagina.
"My gosh," he said. "I didn't think you'd had a lot of experience, but I didn't realize that this was the first time. Why didn't you tell me?"
"Would it have made any difference if I had?" she asked.
"Maybe. I don't know. It just seems strange, fucking a girl for the first time."
"It had to happen with somebody, and I was just as happy to have it happen with you."
"That's good," he said. "No, I guess you're right. What the hell, I just happened to be a guy who was in the right place at the right time."
CHAPTER 4
Now that Phillip had broken Rita into sex through driving his steaming peter inside of her pussy to the point of explosion, he sought to involve her in another new adventure.
"I take it you've never sucked cock," he looked at her.
"No, never," she said, her heart jumping fearfully.
"Then it's time you learn that, too. This is our sex education lesson for today. Sex education, London style. You just had lesson one, and now we're moving on to lesson two."
"Whatever you say."
"You're damned right it's whatever I say," he laughed. "We're naturally gonna do it my way."
Rita watched as Phillip reached down and began to joyfully jerk on his still-hard peter, which had not diminished one iota from his first orgasm. Her eyes sparkled with an intense curiosity. The curiosity was merged with fear, but through it all Rita remained convinced that it would be a fear she'd soon overcome under the expert guidance of her lover.
"Reach down and jerk on my cock," Phillip ordered, releasing his own fingers from his steaming pole.
The moment that Rita reached over and fondled the tip of his searing organ, she began thinking back to the stimulating sex scene that she had observed unfold between her mother and Tommy. It was recreated so vividly in her mind as she thought about the way that her mother had earnestly and obediently whipped her fingers up and down against her lover's explosive member.
Rita instinctively began to slide her fingers up and down Phillip's pecker with great speed and desire. It was her fervent goal to provide him with the utmost in sensation, and so there she was, her fingers grinding sharply as they worked up and down the smooth, firm base of his prong.
"Slow up a little," Phillip warned. "There's no need to go too fast. Take your time. When you slow up your movements, it gives me more sensation. And I want to get the most that I can."
Nodding obediently, Rita slowed up her pace. Her fingers kept on moving, sliding and asserting against the base and the tip of her fervent stem, but now she manipulated them a little slower than before. All the while her heart continued to beat like a trip hammer as she anticipated the moment when he would sharply command her to slide her tongue against his hot dagger.
"Start sucking my balls," he finally ordered. "Come on, roll your tongue over my testicles. You can see how they're bulging. Damned, I've got a furnace there in my nuts. I want you to put out the fire. You can start by sucking my balls. Work your tongue kind of slow, just about the same pace you're setting with your fingers against my dick."
Her tongue went to work ever so earnestly, sliding against his hot, aroused scrotum. The longer that her tongue worked its way against his bloated ball bag, the louder that his panting became and the more quickly that his body would twist from side to side as he kept on receiving those steady, impactful stabs.
"Step it up now," he sighed with ever mounting urgency. "I want you to suck my balls faster, and I want you to play with my dick that much faster."
Without stopping for a solitary instant or losing a motion, Rita went to work with her tongue ever so searingly against his hot balls, twisting and thrusting with her tongue, driving it with great desire and sweeping impact as she kept on drilling her tongue against his hot nuts, and as she worked her tongue against them, her fingers slid solidly against the smooth white skin of his penis.
"That's the way to do it," he sighed. "So now you can start sucking my cock. Bring me off. Damned, ohhh, can I ever feel it in my prick. Suck it. Come on, suck it."
Releasing her tongue from her lover's balls, Rita then went to work on the tip of his cock. Ever so effectively, she teased the nub end of his organ for a few quick, piercing strides. After that she began asserting her tongue with swift conviction up and down the full length of his hot, sizeable member.
"You hardly suck like an amateur," Phillip exclaimed. "You come on like a pro, baby. So come on, keep doing it. You'll have me off in no time."
While her tongue kept driving forcefully against the snowy white sheen of his lengthy cock, Phillip reached down and began to slide his fingers through his lover's hair. He was tremendously impressed over the way that she was responding to his every command. Also, he knew just how close he had drawn to the point when the spraying droplets of his gooey white semen would commence to shoot from the end of his long, devastated phallus.
A few fiery tongue stabs later, the droplets of thick, intense white fluid started to shoot from the end of his hard, enthralled organ. It kept on splashing, spilling wildly from the end of his tantalized tool and into her mouth.
"Come on, hang onto it," he said. "Don't lose that hot juice."
Phillip braced himself, holding on sharply to his lover's hair as the spraying droplets of his phallic fluid kept on blasting into Rita's mouth. Her tongue kept wiggling from side to side. Some of the escaping juices rolled down both sides of her mouth, but she managed to hold on to most of the load, much to Phillip's satisfaction.
When Rita turned her slightly sore tongue loose from Phillip's volcanic dong, he looked down at his peter. Reaching down and tugging, he began to instantly project new life into his prick, which had diminished slightly following his last cream explosion.
"Just look at the way I'm fingering it," he smiled proudly. "I love playing with my dick. Just look at it, honey. It's an inspiring pecker, isn't it?"
"Yes, it is."
"I'm gonna play with it for a little while longer, and then you're gonna suck it again," he declared eagerly. "You're gonna get a nice lesson at cock sucking. I'm amazed at how well you did. You say you've never done it before?"
"That's right."
"I can hardly believe that. Well, some people just have a natural sex rhythm. I guess that's the way it is with you. You just seem to sense what I want and you delivered in a most effective way."
Her tongue finally went to work against his bulging ball sac. Applying herself with the same degree of grace and desire, Rita's tongue kept on pumping, twisting as it worked its way against Phillip's intense testicles.
"Come on, faster, faster, faster," he called out. "I'm gonna have to juice soon. I want the best cock you can give me. Keep your tongue plunging. Come on, really drive it. Slide it against my balls."
While Rita kept on carefully gliding her tongue against his bulging testicles, she reached out and simultaneously made a grab for his dick. Her fingers kept on working with throbbing desire, continuing to squeeze and thrust as they pushed against his firm folds of hot white flesh. The knowledge that Phillip would soon be unloading another thick white stream of solid jissum gave her that much more incentive as she stroked his balls with her tongue.
Rita could see just how quickly she was getting drawn toward sex. It did make her feel guilty now that she thought about it. After all, she had practically begged Phillip to fuck her, and he had done it, removing all traces of her virginity. And now she had gotten a magnificent lesson in cock sucking, one that was being continued at that moment.
"Tongue my cock with everything you've got," Phillip finally gasped. "Just let your tongue race, honey. I want you to drive it fast. Come on, really give it a workout. Tongue me real nice, baby. Give me a good suck."
Rita's tongue began to flail as it made stimulating contact with her lover's agitated phallus, which needed to explode in rapid fashion. While her tongue kept on gripping and twisting against his pecker, his whole body gave evidence of how erotically fascinated he was.
Phillip's ass cheeks bounced up and down on the bed and he began heaving loud, deep sighs while Rita remained entranced as she faithfully sucked his hard, determined organ.
"Come on, just suck it off," he said. "You're quite a student. Very promising. Come on and eat my dick."
Her tongue kept on exploring the bulging confines of his cock, and pretty soon there was no tomorrow. The faithful explosion that she had been anticipating and working toward came to pass.
When the first few drops of his steaming liquid started to spray from the end of his long, aroused pole, she reached down and grabbed at his testicles, tugging at them, deciding that such simultaneous movement would provide him with even more erotic excitement.
"Damn, you're a genius," he gulped. "Ooooooh, aaahhhh, come on, oooooh, baby doll, oooooh, suck, oooooh, aaaaahhhh, oooooh, suck it, suck it, ohhh, you're a human suction cup. Come on, drink every drop of my hot cream. Come on, baby."
Phillip kept thrusting his cock upward, watching as the drops of his volcanic fluid kept on spraying, splashing inside of Rita's mouth.
He heard the squishy sounds of her tongue as it worked diligently, seeking to corral each and every droplet of his impressive thick goo.
When Rita finally turned her tongue loose from her lover's now satisfied organ, he lay still for a few moments. Phillip reached up finally with his right hand, mopping his now sweaty brow.
"Did I ever love that," Phillip said. "That's what I really call a beautiful screw. You're okay, honey. You'd better run along now. I'm gonna take a nap."
Phillip watched as Rita quickly put on her clothes. She did not want to be any bother to him, particularly after he had provided her with so much enjoyment and had, indeed, performed a service. Somebody had had to break her cherry for her, and it might as well have been Phillip as anyone else.
That night Tommy accompanied Eileen home. It was obvious from the way that they giggled that they'd had a good deal to drink in a nearby pub.
Even though she heard the inviting sounds of sexual intercourse taking place in her mother's room, Rita decided this time not to take a chance of getting caught through watching them engage in their wild orgy. As she kept listening to the sounds, however, she became so enticed that she felt the familiar warm tingling between her legs.
Rita immediately lowered her panties, going to work with her fingers against her twat until she juiced.
CHAPTER 5
It was several days later and Rita kept on constantly thinking about her beautiful sex experience with Phillip James.
Shortly after their confrontation, Phillip went off on a long flight mission. Even though he had returned, he had been in and out of his flat most of the time and Rita had not even seen him.
Of course, Rita recognized that she did not have to restrict her sex activity to Phillip. Now that she had acquired a little experience in sex, she wondered just what it would be like to tackle her mother Eileen's boyfriend, Tommy, the wild young rock drummer who had provided her mother with so much in the way of satisfaction, and who had indeed tried to seduce her on one occasion.
She did not have another opportunity to meet Tommy until late one Saturday afternoon, when he arrived unannounced at the flat. Tommy was in a slightly tipsy mood, having a good deal of Scotch to drink just prior to coming over.
"Hello there," Tommy said, his hair clinging to his eyebrows. "Is your mother here?"
"No, she isn't, but she ought to be home soon enough," Rita said. "You can come in if you like."
"Don't want to put you to any bother," Tommy said with just a certain level of sarcasm and bitterness in his voice.
"No bother at all."
Rita recognized that she had to tread carefully with Tommy. Even though her attitude toward him had changed, he was not aware of it at that point, and she could tell that he was embittered over the fact that she had ever so unceremoniously turned him down when he had sought to interest her in sex.
Eventually Tommy decided to wait inside of the flat, even though the expression on his face as he entered revealed that he was more than a little uncomfortable in Rita's presence.
Despite the fact that Rita wanted to be seduced by Tommy, she did not want to make it appear too obvious. Indeed, she thought, if she came on like a street slut, there was no telling just how aggressive a young man like Tommy would become. After all, he appeared to be extremely bold to start with, and there was no telling just what he might do if he got carried away in the throes of wild, adventurous sex.
As Tommy sat down, Rita sat across from him in a chair.
"How have you been, Tommy?" she asked. "Fine."
"How's the rock group been coming?"
"It's been doing okay. We had a concert last night. I got all hung over. Been smoking a lot of grass."
"You know, I've never smoked grass," Rita giggled. "A lot of my friends have. I guess I've just been chickening out. I just wonder what if s like."
"It takes an adventurous spirit to try it," Tommy said, throwing a little more sarcasm into the conversation.
"Maybe it does. I guess we have a chance to change, don't we? This is whaf s happening to me. I'm beginning to wonder what if s like to do certain things I've never done before."
Tommy appraised the girl sitting across from him very carefully before answering.
"You really mean that?" he asked.
"Yes, I do."
"If you want to, you can lock the door and I'll take out some grass. We can smoke it right here. Do you think you'd like that? You really leveling about wanting to experiencing something new?"
"I sure am."
Ever so promptly, she jumped up from her chair and quickly locked the door. As she did, Tommy took out a marijuana cigarette, which he promptly lit. After taking a long, thorough puff from it, Tommy handed the cigarette to Rita.
"Come on and sample some grass," he said. "You'll cough the first time or two, and your eyes will burn. But you'll get used to it. Don't mind the watery eyes or the coughing. Just stick with it and you'll really enjoy it."
Determined to do exactly what Tommy was suggesting, Rita took the cigarette and extracted a long puff from it. Just as he had said, she was forced to cough.
Rita remained so determined to get the job done right that she took several more quick puffs from the cigarette, and when she finished she handed it back to Tommy.
"Not bad," he said. "How does it feel, baby?"
"I feel kind of dizzy," she laughed. "Dizzy and all giggly."
"You're on the right track."
They began to pass the cigarette back and forth ever so democratically, taking long puffs in the process. By the time that they finished consuming the cigarette, Rita's eyes were wild with ecstasy. They kept on staring in the direction of Tommy's crotch. If there was one thing that Rita wanted, it was sex and she wanted it very quickly at that point.
"You're a pretty cute guy, Tommy," she smiled.
"I can't believe that you're the same cold little wench that I talked to the other day," he shook his head. "You know, then I thought you were like a left-over relic from the Victorian era. I was about to tell you that you should have been living in London back in the 1860's rather than now. But all of a sudden you're coming on like a swinger. I just can't believe you're the same girl."
"I'm really not the same girl," she replied. "As I said before, we can all change."
"You've sure changed in a hell of a hurry."
"Yes, I guess I have."
Tommy jumped up from the sofa, walking over toward the stereo record player in the corner of the room. He reached down and shuffled through some record albums, pulling one out.
"This is one of our records," he said. "I gave your mother an autographed copy of it. You've never heard our rock group, have you?"
"Never."
"Then there's no better time than the present. I want you to hear my drum playing."
"I'd like that."
Tommy put on the record, which immediately began to blare. Rita listened to the loud rock sounds, particularly the blasting drum beats that Tommy ever so enthusiastically provided.
"How does that grab you?" he asked.
"It grabs me so much I want to get up and dance," Rita laughed.
As Tommy stood next to the record player and watched, Rita jumped up from the chair and began to dance, flipping her delectable hips from side to side, wiggling her firm globes of ass flesh in such a way that Tommy's already hard and rigid cock began to extend itself even more.
"Damned, you sure are a sexy little broad when you want to be," he said. "You sure aren't part of the
Victorian era now. You're part of the present scene. Honey, you really look great."
Rita kept on letting her ass cheeks flounce back and forth a few more times, after which she then brought her body to a halt. While Tommy continued to stare at her, Rita decided that it was time to go even further.
"Clothes can be so confining," Rita said. "I want to take mine off right now."
"I think you ought to," Tommy said. "Come on, strip. I want to see your beautiful body fully exposed. Particularly those gorgeous ass cheeks. I'm really impressed by them, baby. I want to see you roaming around here completely devoid of clothes."
Tommy continued to watch as Rita reached out and began to quickly unbutton her dress. Her fingers were so excited at the prospect of stripping her whole body clean that they trembled as she undid her buttons. As she wiggled out of her dress, Tommy jerked his body back and forth, excited over the anticipated prospect of a wild and blissful fuck.
Rita decided to make the most of her little dancing adventure. She stood before Tommy in her black panties and matching bra. Her undulating hips kept on wiggling, sliding superbly from side to side as Tommy watched the entire action.
"You sure do look good," he said. "So good that I've got to give myself some immediate stimulation."
As her hips kept skillfully gliding, Tommy reached down with his right hand. His fingers trembled slightly, from all of the sexual exhilaration that he felt as he reached down and unzipped his trousers. The music kept on blaring from the stereo as Tommy reached into his shorts and yanked out his hard, aggressive peter, which he immediately began to pump his fingers up and down on.
"Just look at my dick," Tommy exclaimed. "I've got a nice cock. Don't you agree?"
"It's a beautiful cock," she clapped her hands gleefully.
"Finish undressing. Come on, I want to see you completely naked. I want to see your tits and your cunt."
Rita laughed, ever so happy that she was enchanting this handsome young rock performer to such an extent. It was so much more fun playing along with him than it had been arguing with him and turning him completely off, as she had on that other occasion.
She reached out and undid her bra straps, allowing her bra to drop down to the floor. The moment that her firm, pliable breasts shot forth, Tommy reacted even more strongly with his finger movements, sliding his fingers with exhilaration up and down the full length of his hot, fluid cock.
"That's it, what a pair of boobs," he gulped. "I love looking at them. Damned, you've got big ones. They're big and they're firm. Okay, honey, I want you to strip off your panties next. Come on, take those off. I want you to take off your panties. This is beautiful."
With solid precision, she reached out and began to grab at her panties. Holding on ever so tightly, Rita twisted the panties as they moved down her legs with captivating swiftness. All the while he kept on standing there watching the unfolding action, his fingers continuing to beat a steady tattoo against the firm warmth of his long cock.
"Damned, you look great," he exclaimed. "I love looking at your beautiful body. What a bod you've got, sweetheart, what a glorious, wonderful bod."
A few seconds later Rita stepped out of her panties. As she reached down and stroked at her smooth, furry snatch, Tommy heaved a deep sigh. He liked observing her in a fully exposed fashion, and now his finger movements were steadier and more brisk than ever as they kept on circulating against his hard, wild dick.
"Just finger your cock," she said. "I like watching your fingers on your dick, baby."
"When I'm really this excited I'm ready for more intimate things," Tommy laughed. "like fucking you, baby."
Rita reached down with her right hand, enticing Tommy that much more by sliding her fingers against her warm, furry hair pie. She positioned her fingers first against her twat hairs, after which she then put them to work on her mound.
"You're keeping your fingers busy," Tommy laughed, "but I'm gonna make something else busy."
Tommy began to pant ever so wildly as he stopped just a scant few inches away from Rita. The torrid rock drummer reached out with both hands, gripping with his fingers against her ass cheeks. Tommy held on tightly, his fingers crisply making firm, devastating contact with her warm, pliable ass cheeks.
"I love touching your butt," he swooned. "Just look at those beautiful ass cheeks. I love touching your ass globes. Ohhh, am I ever gonna fuck you. You know, the moment that I saw your body swinging around I knew what I wanted."
"What's that?"
"An ass fuck. Have you ever had a man drive his hard dick up between your buns?"
"No, I've never had it that way," she said fearfully. "I've heard it hurts a heck of a lot."
"It'll hurt some. Practically anything worthwhile involves some pain. But you don't have to worry. The thrills are definitely going to outnumber the pain."
"I don't know, perhaps you're right."
"Sure, I'm right. I generally am."
Tommy thrust his tongue forward, allowing it to make solid, decisive penetration inside of Rita's mouth. The swifter that Tommy wiggled his tongue, the more noticeably that it meshed with Rita's.
Seeking to match him on a stroke-for-stroke basis, Rita's tongue kept on working from side to side as she matched Tommy's swift pace.
Tommy kept up the tongue sucking for a little while longer, after which he finally withdrew his tongue from her mouth. By that point he was ready to move onto even more intimate contact. He had loosened his lover up with a wild and impassioned tongue kiss, and now he could only think of one thing, getting off his rocks inside of this beautiful young girl's ass-hole.
His heart beat thunderously as he reached out and once more allowed his fingers to come into contact with Rita's searing white ass cheeks. The harder that his fingers clutched against her buttocks, the louder that she began to sigh as her heart palpitated with wild ecstasy.
"I love this, ohhh, I love this," she said. "Baby, keep running your fingers against my buns. It's such a nice feeling. It's glorious."
"The ass fuck is gonna be glorious, too," he assured her. "You just wait. Just wait until I pump my hot dick inside of your ass-hole."
"Now I want it," she exclaimed. "At first I was chicken shit about it, but not now. Baby, I want your hot cock inside me. I want you to slam it up between my thighs and into my ass-hole. Darling, ohhh, baby, I really do want it. I'm intrigued by you. I want a wild screw, baby."
Tommy threw his head back and laughed delightfully.
"You really have changed," he told her.
CHAPTER 6
Tommy took one more look at his lover, deciding that it was time to move thoroughly into action.
While Tommy's fingers continued to pry and twist against Rita's ass globes, he positioned her body downward to the rug. Rita could hear the sounds of Tommy's heavy panting as he got set to launch into some wild and vigorous physical activity.
Tommy reached out with his right index finger, beginning to probe methodically and carefully with it as he slid it inside of her ass-hole. Tommy began slowly, after which his finger started to push and slide with greater depth and passion inside of her ass-hole.
Rita grimaced at first from the quick, thrusting finger stabs that Tommy employed. He kept on moving his finger swiftly and sharply, pushing with it as rapidly as he knew how while he energetically asserted himself, letting his finger grind inside of her hot anus.
While Tommy kept on plunging with his finger, his wild-eyed, impassioned lover continued to gasp and beg for more.
Rita kept thinking about what Tommy had said only a few moments earlier. Yes, Tommy had assured her that even though the hot stabs up her ass-hole would hurt, they would not pain her to the point where she would really be bothered. And so she was getting it, receiving the quick, stiff, jolting finger stabs that he kept on probing with inside of her anus.
"That feels so good," she said. "Do it as fast as you want, Tommy. Ohhh, keep it going. Yes, finger my ass-hole."
Tommy thrust his finger as deeply as he knew how inside of Rita's anus for a few more strokes, after which he withdrew his solid digit. By then Tommy was set to launch into some wild, captivating fucking. He wanted to drive his hard, sturdy pecker as deeply as he knew how inside of her ass-hole.
He reached out and made a grab for her thighs, throwing them swiftly over his shoulders. The young rock drummer pushed his right index finger forward, allowing it to make contact once more with her ass-hole. He directed it toward her anus a few more times, then suddenly withdrew it from her ass-hole, deciding that it was time for him to fuck her anus.
"Here we go," he said. "It's gonna hurt. It's gonna hurt damn bad the first few times, but don't panic, honey. You'll find it will be worth it in the long run. I can assure you of that."
Bracing herself and tensing her leg muscles, Rita prepared to receive the first stiff, solid cock jolt from her lover, who was preparing to bury his long, stiff pole inside of her ass-hole.
"Come on, fuck it," she whispered. "Just grind your cock inside my ass-hole. I really want to feel it. Ohhh, I want to feel those beautiful sensations. You can fuck me. Yeah, you know how to fuck me. This is gonna be so good."
As her ass cheeks twisted from side to side, Rita could feel a nervous, tugging anxiety as her lover pushed his grinding cock forward.
When he entered her with his first quick, probing thrusts, Rita immediately understood what Tommy had spoken about earlier when he had mentioned pain. It was as if she had been knifed in her ass-hole. Her rectum felt tremendous acute waves of pain from the stiff, determined probing of Tommy's grinding cock.
Tommy kept on jackknifing his body back and forth, continuing his wild frontal onslaught with his stiff, grinding spear. The harder and faster that he pumped with his assertive cock, the deeper that he ground it inside of her anus as he pushed himself that much nearer to the state of a wild and enthusiastic climax.
"Fuck my ass," she sighed delightfully. "Come on, baby. Keep pouring your cock into me. Screw my ass-hole. Ahhh, just fuck it real nice."
Even though Rita was still hurting from those wild, determined cock stabs of her lover, she grew to enjoy the pace very much. Yes, she was hurting, but in the midst of the pain was all of the wild and delightful sensation that she kept on receiving as her lover kept on poking and stabbing with his wild cock, letting it stab sharply inside of her ass-hole as he moved that much nearer to a steaming climax.
The longer that Tommy continued his wild fuck, the deeper that he drove his steely penis into the innermost intimate recesses of her ass-hole. He kept stabbing sharply at her rectum, driving his stiff pole deep inside of her ass-hole as his whole body kept grinding, working ever so passionately, finely attuned to each and every brisk, assertive peter stab that he sent forth inside of her sizzling anus.
"Ahhh, I'm gonna be off," he exclaimed. "Honey, hold on, ohhhh, ahhhhh, my balls are agitated. Yeah, they're on fire. That means I'm gonna shoot."
"Fuck it off," Rita gasped. "Come on, fuck me, darling, fuck me."
At that moment, when the juices were about to spray from the end of Tommy's long, stiff prong, the rock music reached a stirring crescendo. Tommy was beating the drum ever so uninhibitedly, the record become louder at the very point in time when he was driving his hard, flaming pecker as solidly as he knew how into the innermost passionate depths of Rita's anus.
"Oooooh, ahhh, what an ass," he gasped. "Baby, baby, baby, ohhh, ahhh, here we go, oooooh, I'm off. Yeah, ooooh, I'm off, ohhh, my balls tickle. Ohhh, do
I feel tingly all over. This is such a glorious feeling. Damned, it's terrific, my rocks are spilling. Honey, ohhh, it's all hanging out."
As Tommy heaved one last sigh, the stirring juices of his thick, white semen sprayed voluminously from the end of his solid spear and into her ass-hole.
Just as Tommy was releasing his still-agitated dick from Rita's anus, the door suddenly opened.
Standing with a horrified expression, the key still in her hand from having opened the door, Eileen stood with her mouth open.
"I don't believe it," she finally shrieked after a few tense moments had passed. "You son-of-a-bitch. Corrupting my own little girl. You bastard. You damned, lousy bastard."
Before Tommy had an opportunity to say anything, Eileen walked swiftly over to the record player, turning it off.
"Damned, lousy, blaring thing," she said. "Besides, you're on that record and that's why I hate it. You son-of-a-bitch. I just can't believe it. Doing something like this behind my back."
"Oh, sure. And I suppose that he didn't have any willpower at all. He couldn't say no."
"Why the hell should I have said no, Eileen honey?" Tommy asked with a smile. "I think you're a little jealous. I think that's what your problem is."
"That's not true, you lying son-of-a-bitch. I'm not jealous at all."
"I think you are," Tommy chuckled. "And there's really no reason to be. After all, there's enough to go around for everyone."
Tommy's cock stood as stiffly as a board as he jumped up from the rug. While Rita continued to lie there in all of her naked splendor on the rug, she watched Tommy move quickly toward her mother.
In a flash Tommy had thrown his arms around Eileen and was wrestling her to the floor. Even though Eileen was making a pretense of trying to fight him off, it was obvious to Rita that she was not really trying very hard and that she was enjoying being overwhelmed by this handsome, young, uninhibited rock star who wanted to enjoy her in every respect.
His arms stiffly entwined around her whole body, Tommy reached down and began to unbutton his lover's dress. Every now and then, Eileen would utter a protest, but the protests were sounding a lot less concerned than their predecessors had.
"You bastard," she exclaimed. "How can you do this. Balling my own daughter. It's one thing to fuck me, but balling my own little girl."
"Your own little girl isn't a little girl anymore," Tommy laughed. "I found that out when I fucked her ass-hole. She's got a gorgeous ass, just like her mother."
Pretty soon Eileen stopped protesting altogether. Tommy removed her dress, then peeled off her panties and bra. His dazzling fingers worked with swift precision, and finally there she was, lying there in all of her splendid nudity.
"Get down on your hands and knees," Tommy ordered. "Come on, just spread out your legs. You know how I want to fuck you."
By that time Eileen was thoroughly under Tommy's dominating influence. Rita couldn't help but once again admire this handsome young British rock star, who was capable of cracking the whip in just the proper authoritative fashion against her mother.
Eileen climbed on her hands and knees, extending her legs as she got set to receive the swift, piston-like movements of her lover's sharp, probing peter.
Tommy reached out with both hands and began to grip at Eileen's buttocks.
"Feels damned good," he said, "and it's gonna feel real good when I start fucking your ass."
While Tommy kept on clutching sharply against Eileen's ass cheeks with his fingers, he directed his hard, stirring cock forward, allowing it to Slam sharply deep inside of her ass-hole.
Rita watched closely as her mother wiggled her ass cheeks expertly, every now and then flexing her ass muscles and shoving her butt back to meet the forceful, forward strokes of her lover as he kept on pumping and pounding with his solid, rigid cock, which he drove into the innermost depths of her hot ass-hole.
"Ohhh, what an ass," he gulped. "This is like heaven, fucking two beautiful asses like this, one after the other. Oooooh, aaahhh, I'm gonna have to juice right now."
A few quick, hurling penis thrusts later, the droplets of thick, white goo began to shoot from the end of Tommy's cock.
As Rita lay there watching the action, her cunt became warm with excitement and ecstasy. She kept on observing the sea of thick, white liquid that spilled voluminously from the end of his hard, probing member. It kept on splashing ever so sensuously, spilling against her legs and ass cheeks.
"Damned, what a fuck," Tommy gulped. "Oooooh, aaahhh, ooooohhhh, this is fucking. Damned, keep twisting your ass, baby. Ohhh, glorious, ooohhh, how nice. I love it."
CHAPTER 7
As soon as Tommy finished his second ass fuck in rapid succession, he began to strip off his clothes quickly.
"Might as well get naked and comfortable," he laughed, "because, girls, this little orgy is gonna last awhile."
When Tommy finished stripping off his shorts, he ran into the bathroom. The girls heard the sounds of running water.
"He's soaping down and washing his cock," Eileen told Rita. "By the way, how did you get into sex with him anyway?"
"like I said, mother, I seduced him."
"I thought I was raising a nice daughter," she shook her head helplessly.
"Come off it, mother. I have the same basic urges you do."
"Yes, I guess you're proving that readily enough," Eileen exclaimed.
A few moments later Tommy reappeared in the living room. He ever so proudly reached down with both hands, jerking eagerly on his agitated stem, which he knew needed some additional action.
"You just never get tired," Eileen said with admiration. "That huge prick of yours never seems to diminish."
"Isn't that the truth," Tommy laughed, looking down at his cock once more with great pride.
Tommy stretched out on the rug, extending his legs, pushing himself ever so eagerly on his ass.
"Right now I'm gonna be the director," he said, "and what I want is a beautiful threesome. I'll tell you exactly what I want to happen. I want to be getting two sucks at the same time."
"How do you propose to carry that off, master?" Eileen asked.
"Very simply," Tommy beamed radiantly. "You're gonna suck my ass, and while that's happening I'm gonna be schooling your beautiful little daughter in the wonderful glories of cock sucking."
Eileen nodded, moving her smooth, trim, naked body toward Tommy. He extended his legs a little more, doing everything that he could to accommodate Eileen.
"So start sucking ass," he said. "I want you to really start working your tongue. Come on, drive it inside of my ass-hole. That's what I want. I want you to move your tongue real nice. Start out slow in the beginning. Then we can build up speed."
Rita could see just how carefully Tommy had trained Eileen. It made her think of the time she had had sex with her handsome pilot friend, who had taken her ever so carefully through the various stages of sex while they both enjoyed a tremendous amount of sensual thrills.
Eileen kept on pushing her tongue forward, letting it make piercing contact with Tommy's anus. Even though she was working her tongue slowly in the early stages of the suck, it was completely obvious that Tommy was getting all kinds of glorious thrills as he flung his hips back and forth and enjoyed the quick, superb, ever so devastating tongue stabs that his lover provided.
While Tommy's hips jerked back and forth and he enjoyed every quick, radiating tongue thrust that Eileen afforded him, he looked over at Rita. Tommy was contented with the fact that Eileen was gathering momentum with each and every sucking stab. By then she was asserting her tongue as skillfully and as swiftly as she knew how while she kept on rotating and sliding it into his wild, sensation-ridden rectum.
"Come on, it's time for you to join the party," Tommy said. "While she's working her tongue around inside of my ass-hole, it's gonna be up to you to suck my cock. Baby, I want you to grind your tongue against my dick."
In order to entice her all the more, Tommy reached down and began to probe skillfully with his fingers several times against his rock-hard instrument. When he removed his surging fingers from his sizeable pecker, Tommy was all set to obtain some swift, jolting, ever so fiery tongue sensations.
"Come on, eat my dick," he said. "I want your glorious tongue working against my cock."
Ever so eager to please him in every way that she knew how, Rita began to probe on the end of his throbbing stick with her tongue. The ever precocious young girl, who was learning so quickly about sex, rotated her tongue back and forth as she glided it against the tip of his organ.
"That does feel good," he gulped. "I love that. I like the way your tongue is moving. You're grinding it real nice. Honey, keep it going. Ahhh, I love the double sensations."
While Rita kept on making her swift, piercing tongue thrusts felt against the tip of his long, flowing cock, Tommy continued to receive diligent attention inside of his ass-hole from his other lover, Eileen, who kept on letting her racing tongue move with great desire and joy as it kept stabbing and tearing against his rectum. The faster that Eileen moved her tongue against Tommy's ass-hole, the more that he began to desire some quick, determined tongue thrusts on the base of his cock.
Rita had done a beautiful job of working him into a great state of desire through twisting her tongue against the tip of his mammoth stick. But now he was all set to receive some hot, jolting sensations against the entire length of his formidable tool, which was set to explode some thick, white semen very shortly.
"Come on, suck my cock," he said. "Run your tongue up and down the full length of it. I need that.
I need some beautiful sucking. I want you to push with your tongue, grind with it until all of the juices have shot from my spear."
Tommy jerked his fluid, rhythmic hips back and forth a few times as his lover went to work with her fiery tongue, which she started to drive with assertive grace and force against the full length of his steaming, fluid-ridden dong.
Remembering just how she had pleased Phillip when she had fucked with him, Rita reached out and allowed her fingers to focus on Tommy's testicles. Her fingers teased his scorching balls as they kept on rotating sharply, working back and forth as she fingered his nuts and simultaneously addressed her tongue to his long, throbbing pecker.
"Come on, keep sucking me," he sighed tensely. "Just drive your tongue against my dick. Ahhh, spear me with your tongue. Come on, bring me off. Eileen, honey, I like your action, too. I love the way you're moving your tongue. Keep it going, Eileen, darling. Ohhh, suck ass, baby."
His body kept tilting from side to side with ever greater desire as Tommy received the quick, stiff ass sucks from Eileen and the rapid-fire, diligent tongue movements from his beautiful lover, Rita. The quicker that Rita moved her grinding tongue up and down the full length of Tommy's sturdy peter, the closer that Tommy moved toward the state of a wild, thundering climax, when all of the fiery droplets of his solid, white, orgasmic semen would spill from his dick.
A few twisting tongue stabs later, the itchiness in Tommy's balls became unbearable. His whole body kept on jerking with great intensity as Rita's fingers plunged against his balls and her tongue worked magnificently up and down the full length of his throbbing stem.
"Bring me off," he gulped. "The stuff is all gonna shoot out of there. Ohhh, swallow it, honey. Yes, swallow the stuff."
While his hips kept on twisting, the first few drops of his hot, volcanic semen began to shoot from the end of Tommy's hot, throbbing peter.
"Ohhh, come on, come on, come on," he gulped. "You've got to catch every drop of the stuff. Darling, come on, stroke me."
Rita's tongue kept driving up and down, working with great impact as she swallowed the spurting drops of his thick, white penis juice, which kept on spraying from the end of his dagger-like, erect pecker and into her mouth.
When Rita removed her tongue from Tommy's still-blazing peter, Eileen released hers from his ass-hole.
"Here we go," Tommy laughed. "You're gonna be next, Eileen, honey. I'm gonna give you a real workout. Just the kind you need."
Tommy reached out with both hands, allowing his fingers to glide and stab against his still-erect member which was all set to explode one more time, on this occasion inside of Eileen's mouth.
Rita lay stretched out on the rug, watching as her swift, nimble lover pushed his probing peter forward. He wanted to grind it solidly inside of Eileen's mouth, to keep up a rigid, blasting cock assault until every drop of his ecstatic juice shot from the end of his tool.
Just as Eileen had said, Tommy seemed to possess an inexhaustible supply of energy and penis fluid. As he pushed his quick, twisting stick forward, Eileen opened her mouth as widely as she could. The beautiful, well-developed mother wanted to receive his quick blasts until the last few drops of his orgasmic, fiery sauce had spilled from the end of his spewing shield.
"Just open as wide as you can," Tommy commanded. "I'm in charge and you know it. Better yet, you want it. You want me to slash with my pole inside of your mouth. You like being completely handled by me. I'm gonna do it."
Tommy held on tightly to Eileen's hair. The young rock drummer pulled and tugged at it several times as his bulging, ever-eager peter pushed its way inside of her mouth.
With vigorous abandon Tommy cut loose with his steely stem, driving it solidly and rapidly as it pushed and thrust deep inside of her mouth.
The faster that Tommy flung his peter inside of Eileen's mouth, the deeper that he stabbed with it, enjoying every quick, surging penetration that he provided as his hard, sharp dagger kept on working and slashing into the innermost depths of her mouth.
"Ahhh, I'm gonna do it," he exclaimed. "The stuff is all gonna shoot. Ohh, I wish I could hold out for a little longer, but there's no way that I can. Not when I get this hot. The stuff just all has to shoot. Oooooh, it all has to spray out of my pecker. Just stay alert, honey, 'cause it's gonna be spraying into your mouth. You're gonna swallow it, yes, ohhh, you're gonna swallow it, every beautiful drop of it."
His hips moved quickly and his body rotated with wild desire as a trembling, panting Tommy kept on slamming his piston-like organ deep inside of her cavernous mouth. It gave him even more satisfaction to recognize he was practically choking her with his solid tool, dominating her thoroughly as he awaited the release of the thick, searing orgasmic droplets from the end of his fiery rod.
A few lunging stabs later, the splashing fluids began to spray from the end of Tommy's hard, sharp spear and into her mouth.
"Swallow hard," he said. "I expect you to come up with every drop of the stuff. Ohhh, ahhh, aaahhh, aaahhhhh, it feels so good, ohhh, goooood, very, very, goooood."
With that the final few spraying droplets of his hot, white peter fluid finished splashing from the end of Tommy's active cock. As he removed his pecker from Eileen's mouth, he stretched out on the rug for a well-deserved rest.
CHAPTER 8
Even though Tommy had felt as if he had had enough in the way of sexual release, that did not in any way curtail his voyeuristic urges.
Tommy remained silent for a few moments as he stared at Eileen. She lay just a few feet away from her beautiful daughter. The longer that he looked at their gorgeous bodies, the more quickly that his thoughts flowed as he reflected on something that would bring him a great deal of excitement.
"Honey, you sure can fuck," Tommy told Eileen.
"You're a very experienced girl."
"Yes, and you've helped out a lot in that direction, too," she smiled.
"No doubt I have," he said. "The thing I like about you is that you're so flexible in sex. You like girls, too."
Eileen's face reddened, first with embarrassment, then with anger as she stared at Tommy.
"Don't say such a thing," she said, her voice trembling with emotion.
Eileen could barely look at her daughter, Rita, whose eyes blinked with total surprise at Tommy's disclosure.
"Come on now," Tommy laughed. "This is nothing to be ashamed of. We're living in a modern world where just about anything and everything goes just as long as people can provide each other with plenty of kicks. So what's wrong with a little innocent screwing involving girls?"
"Let's not talk about it."
Tommy trained his eyes suddenly on beautiful Rita.
"You see, your mother's acting like a terrible prude," Tommy said. "Rita, she had a wild time balling with this cute little chick, a singer that plays with our rock group some of the time. She used her tongue every bit as quickly and talentedly as she did against my cock. Her tongue really moved when it was inside of that sweet little thing's pussy lining. The girl still talks about it. She'll never forget the suck that your mother gave her at the pot party that night."
"That's enough of that, you son-of-a-bitch," Eileen erupted angrily.
"You wouldn't hold that against your mother, would you?" Tommy asked Rita. "After all, you're a knowledgeable girl now, and you love having sex. So is there anything wrong with your mother going down on another chick?"
Rita paused for several tense seconds before finally answering.
"I just don't know," Rita said. "I guess not. As long as mom wants to go down on this gal and she doesn't mind."
"That's right," Tommy said. "Have you ever been sucked by a chick, Rita baby?"
"No," Rita shook her head vigorously.
"It's high time that you found out what it was like," Tommy chuckled. "After all, the more educated you get in sex, the wiser the girl you'll become."
"I've heard about enough of this, Tommy," Eileen exploded anew. "You can get out of here right now. I don't like the way you're talking."
"Calm down," Tommy laughed, holding up a restraining hand toward Eileen. "This gorgeous little girl could use some action. Your tongue could provide it for her. So come on, Eileen, suck your daughter's pussy. We've been letting ourselves go and having a wonderful time of it. So there's nothing wrong with you giving her a lesson in what it's like to have her pussy sucked."
At first Eileen was so frustrated by Tommy's disclosures that she felt like running from the room. As she focused her eyes in the direction of her beautiful daughter, however, she couldn't help but admire her curvaceousness.
Eileen loved the way that Rita's breasts jutted forth ever so magnificently, after which her body tapered off at the stomach. Eileen also was impressed by the smooth, supple gracefulness of her well-tapered thighs and her beautiful ass cheeks.
"She does look beautiful," Tommy said, observing the way that Eileen was eyeing her daughter. "Come on, there's nothing wrong with it."
"Who says she'd want it?" Eileen nervously asked.
"Then let's ask the young lady," Tommy smiled.
"You wouldn't mind being sucked by your mother, would you? Of course you wouldn't."
Rita wasn't about to say no to Tommy.
"I'll do whatever you want," she shrugged.
"There's all the answer you need," Tommy exclaimed. "So get busy, my dear. Just start running your tongue inside of your lover's cunt."
Eileen shook her head with disbelief. Sure enough, she was profoundly attracted to her lovely daughter at that moment. The longer that she fastened her eyes on her glorious, delectable, moist slit, the greater the feeling of curiosity that engulfed her.
Ever so cautiously, Eileen moved her body forward. She got down on her knees, reaching out and clutching at Rita's breasts. The moment that Eileen's fingers maneuvered against Rita's hot tits, Rita's nipples hardened.
"That feels good," Rita sighed soothingly. "I really like that. Ohhh, that is nice."
"Of course you do," Eileen said. "I'm gonna suck you, baby. I'm gonna really make love to you."
Eileen spent the next few minutes letting her fingers roam over her lover's smooth, warm breasts. She kept up the activity until the fires began welling within her, after which she knew that she just had to launch into some wild, sucking sensations.
Eileen pushed her tongue abruptly down between her lover's legs. As she reached out and grabbed at her thighs, she prepared to launch into some swift, vigorous tongue stabs.
"Come on, eat my cunt," Rita swooned. "I really want those movements, baby. You can give it to me. Come on, ohhh, just tongue my pussy. My pussy is so hot. It's ready to explode right now."
Before launching into the slit sucking, Eileen reached down with her left hand. As a big smile began to spread itself against her entire face, Eileen projected her fingers inside of Rita's pussy.
"Ohhh, that feels good," Rita nodded. "Do it faster, Eileen, darling. You're really fingering me."
Eileen's fingers kept on addressing themselves to Rita's slippery, squishy slit. The longer that her fingers worked against the sogginess of her already hot and agitated mound, the hungrier that Eileen became to actually initiate some wild tongue pressing against Rita's hot snatch.
"That's all right," Eileen smiled. "Ml be better if you juice once, honey. Then I'll go on to the sucking."
"She's absolutely right," Tommy chimed in. "She knows where it's at, Rita baby. Just let her finger you off. That'll make you a hotter, more ready little chick when she gets around to sucking your savory slit."
Rita's legs began to kick back and forth as she kept on receiving the quick, piercing finger jolts from her lover, who kept on ever so delightfully manipulating her fingers inside of her hot snatch.
"Ohhh, finger me off," Rita exclaimed. "Baby, keep fingering, ohhh, do it. Yes, bring me off, ohhh, bring me off right now."
While her hips kept kicking and sliding back and forth, Rita heaved a deep sigh as the juices started to bolt from her pussy. A few moments later, Eileen released her fingers from her daughter's warm, wet slit.
"I'm going down on you right now," Eileen said. "I was just waiting for the right moment."
Eileen reached down and grabbed at her daughter's curvaceous buttocks. The thoroughly aroused mother held onto her daughter's thighs as she pushed her tongue down between her legs, immediately picking up the delightful scent of Rita's womanliness.
"Eileen, suck me, suck me," Rita begged. "I need to juice again."
"I told you that by fingering off I'd get you that much more excited," Eileen laughed.
As Eileen slid her tongue around her mouth, she became that much hungrier for those first few thrusting tongue stabs when she would work her tongue diligently and manipulate it inside of her daughter's mound.
In a flash Eileen was at it, allowing her tongue to plunge deep into the most intimate inner recesses of Rita's pussy. The faster that Eileen worked her swift, skillful, probing tongue, the louder that her daughter begged for more.
"It's so nice," Rita panted, "just keep it going, ohhh, come on and tongue my mound. Keep your tongue working. Ooooooh, oohhh, you're stroking me, ohhh, are you stroking me. You're doing a beautiful job of stroking me."
Rita's legs began to thrust wildly from side to side as she kept on receiving the swift, rotating tongue stabs from her lover as she pushed her ever closer to the spirited state of a wild, enthusiastic orgasm.
A few quick, twisting tongue movements later, the juices started to shoot out of Rita's pussy and into Eileen's mouth. Eileen's tongue kept on wiggling from side to side as she swallowed the droplets of snatch juice.
"How nice, how nice," Rita swooned.
When Eileen removed her tongue from Rita's pussy, Tommy looked over and smiled at the two girls-
"I've got something else in mind," he said. "Let's reverse the situation. I want to see Rita get some experience sucking a woman. You've never done it before, baby, I'm sure that you haven't."
"No way."
"Okay, then what better person to start with than your beautiful mother?" Tommy laughed loudly.
Eileen stretched out on her back, spreading her legs, then reaching out with her right hand and steering her fingers inside of her pussy. With great bliss and joy she manipulated her fingers with quick, piercing enthusiasm inside of her mound. The more rapidly that her fingers plunged inside of her hot slit, the greater the excitement that Eileen felt all over.
As Rita watched, she became more enticed over the prospect of working her tongue inside of her beautiful mother's pussy. It astounded Rita that she had come so far so fast, but the one thing she did like about her new lifestyle was that it was no longer predictable. Before she knew just about what she was going to do and when she was going to do it. Now all kinds of wild and exciting new adventures were arising, and she was prepared for even more. "Come on, go down on her pussy," Tommy encouraged steadfastly. "Just rotate your tongue inside of her twat."
While Tommy watched, Rita shoved her head down between Eileen's legs. Soon Eileen reached out and ran her fingers through her daughter's hair, caressing it, doing everything that she could to make Rita comfortable.
"Come on, suck my mound," Eileen sighed. "Baby, just let yourself go. Start working your tongue. Ohhh, push it around inside my box."
At first Rita reached out and allowed her swift, steady fingers to work up and down her mother's legs. Her fingers squeezed sharply at her trim thighs, after which she then worked them all the way down to her ankles. The longer that her fingers worked against her legs, the more excitement that she felt throughout her whole body as she got set to position her tongue inside of Eileen's mound.
"I'm all ready," Eileen panted. "Come on, honey. Work your tongue inside my nest. Let's make beautiful love together. Let's really do it. Let's really enjoy it, my darling."
Rita pushed her tongue inside of Eileen's hot slit. Since Rita was a little fearful in the early going, since she had never done anything like that before, she made certain to plunge in as quickly as she knew how. That, she reasoned, was the best way to instill needed confidence within her.
Rita's tongue kept on ripping and probing, driving sharply as it shoved into her mother's wet, pink vaginal flesh. Every now and then her tongue would brush against Eileen's clitoris, which caused Eileen's searing body to erupt passionately, her ass cheeks bouncing up and down as she heaved deep sighs.
"Keep tonguing me," she exclaimed. "Come on, keep your tongue working."
"You're doing a beautiful job of it," Tommy called out. "Come on, Rita. like your mother said, keep tonguing her cunt. Keep driving it. You're doing a great job. Come on, really move your tongue. Shove it around inside of her snatch."
Rita's tongue kept devastating her mother's hot, ready organ. While she tongued her snatch wildly, she allowed her fingers to continue manipulating against her buttocks. A few piercing stabs later, Eileen was on the verge of climax. She knew that she could not withstand any more of that kind of wild, enthusiastic licking.
"I'm there, I'm there," Eileen sighed, throwing her head back in celebrated triumph, allowing her legs to kick back and forth. "Come on, bring it out of me. Oooooooh, suck it all out of me. Darling, you're quite a pussy licker."
"She sure is," Tommy laughed in agreement, "and to think that I encouraged the whole thing."
Rita's tongue kept on digging and pressing ever so deeply, working its way into her mother's fiery passion pit as she collected every droplet of the hot, thick fluid. It came splashing at her so fast that a number of the droplets shot into her face.
CHAPTER 9
It was a lazy Sunday afternoon as Rita respond to a knock on her door. She wondered who it could be. Perhaps it was somebody who was looking for her mother, who had gone out to the other side of town for an antique sale, at which she hoped to purchase some rare items.
As she flung the door open, her legs instinctively twitched as she observed the suave Phillip James standing before her. He wore a wine-colored robe and was in slippers.
"I saw your mother go out," he said.
"Would you like to come in?"
"I was going to invite you to my place," Phillip said, "if that's all right with you. I've got some champagne on ice for the occasion."
"That sounds very nice," Rita smiled. "How long have you been back?"
"I got home last night."
"What are we waiting for?"
They walked across the hall to Phillip's flat. He bolted the lock shut after they entered the living room.
While Rita watched, Phillip walked into the middle of the room, then undid the sash of his robe.
As Phillip slid out of his robe, Rita observed that he was totally naked underneath it. Not only that, but he had a huge, bulging erection that she found utterly fascinating as she fastened her eyes ever so carefully on it.
"Just look at my dick," he grinned. "I love having somebody like you over for fucking. It's so great having a sweet young thing like you living next door to me."
Phillip stepped out of his slippers, jerked on his cock a few times, then walked into the other room and poured two full glasses of champagne.
Immediately Rita began to feel the effects of the champagne. Developing a slight headache, she closed her eyes and squinted a few times, hoping that it would go away.
"You want a refill?" Phillip asked after she finished her glass.
"No, I've got a little bit of a headache."
"Then one more round will cure it," he laughed.
Just watching Phillip prance around in all of his naked glory caused Rita to feel that much more quivering excitement, particularly between her legs. Her pussy felt a surging tingle of erotic delight every time that she looked his way, observing the lengthy dimensions of his throbbing phallus.
Rita had to struggle to get through the second round of champagne, but she finally made it, and after she finished gulping down the final few drops of the bubbly substance, Phillip got up and moved toward her.
"I'm gonna feed you this," he sighed. "Just keep sitting there on the sofa. I'm gonna just push this into your mouth. You're gonna take it and play with it, and then you're gonna suck it. I guess you're gonna do just anything that I ask you to, isn't that right, my darling?"
"Of course. Just anything. I want to please you very much."
"You're just like my loyal little sex slave, aren't you?"
"Of course I am, Phillip."
"That's what I like to hear. Okay, then we're gonna really get it on."
Her eyes kept on widening with ever mounting concern as Phillip fastened his fingers against the base of his long, hard stem. His fast, furious fingers kept on picking up the pace, and he continued to accelerate his movements as his fingers addressed themselves to the target at hand. Up and down he kept on vigorously pumping with both hands, allowing his fingers to make sharp, surging contact with his organ.
"Okay, now it's your turn," he gulped.
Rita's trembling, anxious fingers reached out and grabbed hold of Phillip's waiting prong. She loved feeling the tight, hard warmth of his hot spear as her fingers moved up and down, flinging with great passion as they kept on attacking his hard member. The swifter that her fingers addressed themselves to their target, the broader the smile that surfaced across Phillip's entire face as he kept on receiving the warm, sensual finger stabs that she ever so dramatically and enthusiastically provided.
"You're gonna suck me off," he said, "but first you're gonna give me a nice little hand job. Just enough to almost bring me off. Then when I'm so damned hot that I can't take it anymore, well, then I want you to suck. So just wait and listen for cues. Got it, baby?"
"Of course," she swooned.
All the while Rita kept on allowing her fingers to slide resoundingly up and down his hard, bulging staff. Every now and then she would instinctively reach down and begin to play with his balls. When she squeezed his searing scrotum, his whole body would twist, particularly at the hips.
"Get to the sucking now," he eventually called out impatiently.
Phillip's whole body twisted and turned as his lover shoved her tongue forward, permitting it to launch into its sweeping, passionate activity. Up and down her tongue made steady headway as it circulated against his throbbing pecker.
She liked hearing the sounds of Phillip's constant gasping as Rita worked her tongue up and down his anxious stick, bringing him that much closer to the state of orgasm.
About the time that his body started jerking even more frantically than before, she knew he was ready to juice. Rita finally began holding on tightly to his balls, letting her fingers cling against them with great sharpness.
Eventually the first few droplets of searing juice started to shoot from the end of Phillip's huge organ. It filtered out ever so slowly in the beginning, and all the while Phillip was anticipating even more, the joyous moment when the thick, white avalanche of semen would splash voluminously from the end of his solid rod.
"Oooooooh, I'm juicing, juicing, juicing, juicing," Phillip sighed. "Oooooooh, swallow, ooohhh, swallow, swallow, swallow, swallow, ooooooh, it's all shooting out of there, ooooooooh, it's shooting out beautifully, baby, ooohhh, baby, what a suck, ohhh, suck it, suck it, suck it."
Phillip's hips and ass cheeks kept bouncing about with great impatience as he watched the captivating droplets of his hot white fluid splash wildly from the end of his long, thick cock and into Rita's waiting mouth.
He liked the way that Rita addressed herself to the suck, right up to the very end, when she managed to swallow every thick, white droplet of the captivating semen that had exploded from the end of his resounding prong.
Rita removed her tongue from Phillip's lengthy stem. Her lover stepped back then patted her on top of the head.
"Let's go into the bedroom," he said. "I've got some wonderful surprises waiting for you."
Those words kept on resounding in Rita's ears as she accompanied her lover into the bedroom. Rita kept thinking about how he had promised her some big surprises. If there was one thing she was always ready for when it came to a man like Phillip, it was every conceivable type of surprise.
The first thing that Phillip did was grab hold of Rita's body, twisting his arms around her waist. The pilot lowered their bodies downward onto the bed, after which he then went to work on her dress.
His steady fingers ever so quickly undid the buttons of Rita's dress. He slipped the dress over her head, after which he reached out and undid her bra straps, watching with great joy as her bra dropped down to the floor.
Phillip's fingers went back to work ever so conscientiously, but this time they gripped at her fleshy, sensation-ridden tits. Every time that he touched her nipples, they appeared to harden that much more.
Under the impulse of his quick, dynamic finger stroke activity, her whole body began to twist and sway as she reacted to his determined efforts.
"I like that," she gulped. "Honey, you really are dominating me. Ohhh, dominate me, come on, stroke my tits. Oooohhhh, aaahhh, really stroke them. Baby, play with my breasts."
His fingers kept on working at the same swift, dramatic level of activity. Every now and then Phillip would squeeze her nipples ever so resoundingly, enjoying the fast, twisting finger stabs that she kept on steadily employing.
When he removed his fingers from his lover's nipples, Phillip was all set to remove her panties. With one quick, swift tug, Phillip ever so decisively pulled her panties down her legs and off of her.
As Phillip observed Rita's panties hitting the floor, he reached out with his right hand. With quick, wrist-flicking movements, Phillip exercised his fingers ever so smoothly and rapidly against his lover's gaping pussy, which moistened with every solitary touch.
For the moment Phillip's eyes were totally mesmerized by the sight of her gorgeous, furry patch. The longer that he looked down at her soggy, matted pussy hairs, the more rapidly that his fingers raced as they kept on connecting with her savory snatch.
"Baby, you really know how to do it," she sighed. "Darling, you know how to stroke me. Ohhh, you're such a man."
Even though Rita had enjoyed sex with Tommy in a highly positive way, she could see that this was a man she enjoyed even more. The thing that Rita liked was his level of experience. Phillip was older than Tommy, and was so very suave and confident, just the kind of take-charge man that she liked in the sex act.
It wasn't that Tommy was incapable of dominating her. As a matter-of-fact, he had proven himself capable of doing that very thing. No, that wasn't what made Phillip a preferable partner. What she liked better than anything else was that he possessed a certain level of experience that Tommy did not. As a result, he was able to put just a little more into the sex act, providing her with even more pleasure.
This cool, confident, ever-so-experienced man kept on running his fingers swiftly inside of Rita's moist, burning bush as she moved that much closer to a beautiful orgasm. By then Rita's hips were jerking back and forth, twisting from side to side as he kept up his swift, stabbing, thrusting finger activities.
"Ohhh, do I ever love this," she said. "Baby, ohhh, I'm gonna shoot. Yes, ahhh, ohhh, here it goes. Darling, ohhh, here go my juices. Ooooooooh, aaaahhh, keep fingering. Yeah, keep your finger in my hot hole. Come on, finger it, finger it, finger it, ooooohhhh, aaaahhhh, I love it. I love the way you stick your finger in there. You really stick it in my pussy. Ooooooooh, aaahhh, what a fuck."
A few seconds later Phillip turned his fingers loose from Rita's snatch. By then he was prepared to move on to the next phase of the act.
Without even telling Rita a thing, Phillip thrust his head forward, driving it up between his lover's legs. Phillip's tongue went to work with quick, stabbing authority inside of her ass-hole. The swifter that his tongue employed itself inside of her anus, the deeper that he plunged it, and the greater the depth with which he asserted his tongue inside of her anus, the better that she enjoyed every phase of the beautiful act.
"This feels so great," she gasped. "You're really getting me ready for something."
Phillip maintained his swift sucking pace for a few strokes more, after which he then suddenly removed his tongue from her anus. While her ass-hole burned with ecstasy, Phillip reached out this time with his right index finger.
The pilot ever so steadily began to grind his finger hard and fast inside of Rita's ass-hole. The swifter that he drove it, the deeper that he let his hot digit plunge as it pushed high into her anus, driving all the way to her rectum as her hips and ass cheeks kept on grinding and twisting under the steady, determined finger pace that he maintained.
"I really like that," she gulped. "Honey, keep it going. Ohhh, that's so good."
"I'll bet it hurts a little," Phillip laughed.
"Sure, but I don't mind that," she told him frankly. "Just as long as I can keep getting these wild sensations. Oooooooh, aaahhh, I really enjoy it. I really love it. I like the way you're pushing your finger around inside of my ass-hole. It's a nice feeling. Ohhh, it's a beautiful feeling."
Phillip nodded and smiled broadly, recognizing that he was in the driver's seat, dominating this beautiful woman and making her do anything that he wanted her to.
CHAPTER 10
Once that Phillip had finished with his finger fucking, he knew that beautiful Rita's ass-hole was ripe for a fantastic fuck.
The handsome pilot reached out and gripped at Rita's buttocks. His fingers twisted and turned, gripping and stabbing at her fleshly buttocks. The longer that his fingers stroked against her firm flesh, the better that she enjoyed it, anticipating the wonderful moment when he would slide his huge sheath deep into the burning fires of her hot bowels.
Eventually Phillip removed his fingers from her buttocks, reaching out and gripping at her thighs. At first Phillip squeezed them so hard that Rita winced with pain. When he lessened the pressure, he reached out and pushed her legs over his shoulders.
Phillip heaved a few loud gasps, then prepared to shove his long, grinding tool inside of her anus. He was all set to plunge and stab with his huge, grinding stem. Phillip wanted to work it as rapidly as he knew how inside of her waiting anus.
"Here we go," Phillip said. "I'm gonna really fuck you. What a screw I'm gonna give you."
"Darling, fuck my ass," she sighed. "Give me a terrific fuck. Your cock can do it. Ohhh, what a hard prick you have. I just blew you, honey, and now you're gonna fuck my ass-hole. I'm really looking forward to a good screw. Come on, drive your steaming cock inside me. Give me a nice fuck. Give me a glorious screw."
Phillip smiled enthusiastically, preparing to launch into his wild fuck. After looking down at his hard, ready peter for a few moments, he pushed his twisting cock forward, anticipating the first quick, blasting, authoritative prick stab.
"Ahhh, this is it," he exclaimed. "I'm really gonna fuck you."
Phillip hurled his body forward, grinding his rapid-fire shield ever so effectively inside of her ass-hole. His first few stabs were short, punchy blasts as he rotated with his long, grinding stick. The faster that he rotated his cock inside of her ass-hole, the deeper that he pushed and twisted with it as he moved that much nearer to the stinging, determined moment of wild orgasmic satisfaction.
"Ahhh, fuck me," she gulped. "Baby, keep it grinding. Yes, just keep your organ shoving inside me. Ooooooh, I love it."
Rita was in ecstasy over every quick, stinging cock onslaught that her lover provided. Yes, it hurt, but Rita didn't mind that in the least. Not when she was with this handsome he-man of the airways who could completely take charge of her and make her thrill to every aspect of the wild sexual experience that they shared.
The longer that his long, plunging organ kept on driving inside of her stinging ass-hole, the more that it hurt and the greater the sense of anticipation that she felt as she prepared to receive the thick, white drops of his hot, white cream that would soon be spilling forth from the end of his dagger-like peter.
"Keep up the fucking," she sighed. "Darling, come on, just grind it. Ohhh, come on and fuck me. Ohhh, you're hurting me, ohhh, you're hurting me and I love it. Come on, ohhh, I love it, fuck it, fuck it, fuck it."
As his hot, grinding dick worked ever closer to the moment of devastating climax, he reached out and started to slap at Rita's ass cheeks. The popping, crackling sounds of his hard, sturdy fingers grinding and slapping against Rita's flesh spurred Phillip onward all the more quickly as his blasting dick continued to stab and grind deep inside of her ass-hole.
He gritted his teeth as he pushed his fiery, furnace-like, flaming phallus deep into the bowels of her anus. A few devastating strokes later, Phillip was all ready to juice.
Now he heaved one loud last gasp as the spurting, spraying droplets of his thick white peter fluid began to splash from the end of his devastating dick.
"Here we go," he gulped
While he watched the searing cream continue to shoot from his long organ, Phillip reached out and started to slap at his lover's buttocks. He laughed loudly, enjoying every crackling stab, after which he then removed his dick from her hot ass.
"Get down on your hands and knees," Phillip said immediately, delivering another quick slap to her right buttock.
Rita nodded and sighed, complying quickly with what her lover asked for. As she remained perched on her hands and knees, Phillip reached out with his right index finger and started to probe once more inside her ass-hole.
"That was so good fucking you that way that I'm gonna do it again," he told her.
Desiring to take a good deal of liberties with Rita's ass-hole, Phillip shoved his finger back and forth, grinding it sharply inside of her anus. The pilot loved the way that her ass cheeks would instinctively respond to his quick, probing movements. Her buttocks kept on swaying from side to side as Phillip ground his finger crisply inside of her anus.
Eventually Phillip brought his finger fucking to a halt. By then he was all set to probe with his stiff, semen-filled peter once more, which could never seem to get enough in the way of action whenever he was in the presence of this beautiful young female.
Phillip pushed his hot stick forward, letting it make its initial contact with her ass-hole. He had fucked her there before, and by that point in time her anus was familiar territory for him.
He kept on stabbing with his long, driving organ, working it with great zeal as it kept on connecting. The harder that Phillip pushed and stabbed with his grinding dick, the deeper that he drove it inside of her anus.
"Ahhh, what fucking," he said. "Come on, keep moving your hips around. I like that. I like that constant action. I love the flow. Come on, just keep working your ass cheeks. Baby, keep sliding them."
Responding eagerly to Phillip's command, Rita's buttocks continued to glide as he held on tightly to her ass cheeks. The longer that his fingers confronted her flaming flesh, the harder the charging impact that took place between them as he kept on flinging his fiery cock into the innermost passionate depths of her hot anal pit.
While her ass cheeks wiggled, Phillip moved ever so inexorably toward another climax. This time it would even be quicker in coming that it had been upon the last occasion.
She felt Phillip's fiery balls scraping against her buttocks as he kept on grinding hard with his impactful tool, pushing himself that much nearer to the steamy point of climax when all of his surging droplets would spray from the end of his long pole.
"Here I go," he gulped.
After slapping at his lover's buttocks a few more times, the cock droplets started to splatter from the end of Phillip's rangy pecker. The juices continued to shoot, spurting voluminously from his surging dagger and into her anal passage.
Rita closed her eyes momentarily, enjoying those blissful sensations of the thick steaming cock droplets splashing from his wild, flinging stick and into her ass-hole.
When the second ass explosion concluded, Phillip stretched out in the bed. It appeared he was ready for a nap.
"Thank you for a great fuck," he said. "I guess you'd better be getting back home, dear. Don't want you to get into any trouble with your delightful and beautiful mother "
"No, I wouldn't want that to happen." Rita laughed. "By the way, have you ever fucked her?"
"Who's that?" he looked up at her with surprise.
"My mother."
"No, I haven't, but I suppose it would be a completely delightful experience. Especially if she's anything like her daughter."
"She's everything like me," Rita laughed as she slipped into her panties. "As a matter-of-fact, that's what used to get me so mad. She'd want me to act differently than she did. I thought that was unfair."
"It's the same old story," Phillip laughed. "Don't do as I do, do as I say."
When Rita got back to the flat, she felt all soggy from the sweat that had surfaced on her body from all the vigorous physical contact of which she had been a part.
The young girl removed her clothes, walking into the bathroom. After looking at herself in the mirror and admiring her beautiful form, Rita tiptoed into the shower.
As the warm water splashed against Rita's body, she got hot all over again just thinking about what Phillip had done to her. Rita couldn't help but be impressed by his dazzling sexual rhythm. There didn't seem to be anything h wasn't willing to do in order to supply himself and her with the utmost in kicks.
While the warm water kept on splashing against her body, the bathroom door suddenly opened.
Standing just outside the shower stall was Eileen, who smiled beautifully as she observed her daughter's beautiful, stunning form.
"You really are getting on, aren't you?" Eileen smiled. "I mean, you're developing so nicely."
"I'm glad that you noticed, mother."
"I notice these things. You know, I think that we owe Tommy a debt of gratitude."
"I suppose so."
"I mean, for getting me to break down my moral code. I suppose it was ridiculous for me to think that I couldn't have fun with my own daughter, who was turning into such a beautiful girl. And what a body. Well, Tommy exposed that nonsense for what it was, and am I ever glad that he did."
Rita watched with startled bewilderment as her mother began to slip out of her dress. In only a matter of moments, Eileen was completely stripped, having slid her panties down her legs and off of her.
Now Rita looked over at the neat pile of clothes on the floor, then at her mother's striking form. Yes, she was built along the same lines as her mother, and that was always an advantage. Eileen possessed a stunning form, what with her gorgeous, voluptuous breasts and her trim, sleek, tapering legs.
Eileen opened the shower stall, climbing inside with her daughter. Already Rita's heart was beating at a rapid-fire pace as she looked into her beautiful mother's eyes.
"Honey, I've got to kiss you," Eileen said breathlessly.
Eileen reached out and ran her fingers through her bountiful daughter's hair. As she held on tightly, she pushed her lips forward., allowing them to make their initial dynamic and dramatic impact against lovely Rita's lips.
Rita closed her eyes as she felt her mother's solid lips maintaining themselves with stirring impact against her own. When she removed her lips from Rita's, Eileen reached out and let her fingers ever so gently caress her daughter's breasts.
"What gorgeous tits," she swooned. "I just love touching them."
"It feels good when you do it," Rita sighed breathlessly. "Come on, mom. Keep moving your fingers against them."
The faster that Eileen trained her fingers against her daughter's warm, captivating breasts, the harder that she pushed them against her tits. Eileen held on sharply, caressing her lover's breasts with great impact as she manipulated solidly and firmly.
CHAPTER ll
When Eileen removed her fingers from her daughter's voluptuous breasts, she reached down and grabbed a bar of soap from a nearby rack.
While a sparkling smile blanketed Eileen's entire face, she reached down with the soap bar, shoving it inside of her daughter's furry, aroused twat.
The moment that the soap began to make spirited contact with Rita's slippery pussy, she began heaving deep sighs of great joy and desire, loving each and every stab that was being sent her way.
"This is so beautiful," Rita gulped. "I like it, honey. Ohhh, mom, do you ever know how to excite me. You really know how to wield your soap. Come on, keep planting it inside of my hot nest. Push it even deeper. Deeper, ohhh, deeper, deeper, deeper."
The faster and more eagerly that Eileen pushed the soap of her daughter's love slit, the louder that Rita purred. That brought an even greater effort out of lovely and beautiful Eileen, who at that moment wanted to accomplish just one objective, that of turning on her beautiful, sexy daughter to the maximum possible extent.
When she ultimately removed the soap from Rita's pussy, Eileen watched with glistening delight as the droplets of the warm shower spray splashed against her lover's beautiful nest.
When Rita's pussy was fully rinsed off, Eileen reached out and shoved the bar of soap inside of Rita's delectable ass canal. As she twisted it high inside of Rita's anus, Rita flipped her hips back and forth as she responded to those swift, decisive strokes.
"Ahhh, you really know how to stroke me," Rita exclaimed. "This is so nice. Let's keep it going. Yes, I really want you to keep it going."
A few quick, twisting thrusts later, Eileen removed the soap from Rita's ass-hole.
After the soap suds had been rinsed off of Rita's anus, Eileen reached out one more time. Her fingers probed and pushed as they worked with scintillating, dazzling delight against Rita's breasts. After maintaining a steady flow of finger action for a few minutes, Eileen ultimately removed her fingers from Rita's hot boobs.
"Shove the soap in my cunt," Eileen whispered. "Just a few times. I want to feel the contact."
Rita willingly accepted the soap from her mother. The voluptuous young daughter reached out with the soap bar, sliding it anxiously inside of her mother and lover's hot vaginal nest.
"Wheee, that feels good," Eileen sighed resoundingly. "Baby, keep it going, ohhh, keep moving the soap."
Rita kept on working the soap fervently inside of her mother and lover's slippery slit for a few more moments, after which she released it.
A few seconds later the two beautiful women were standing next to each other outside of the shower. Eileen reached out and grabbed a towel. It caused her to feel great waves of exhilarating passion to run the towel back and forth over Rita's voluptuous body. Every time that the towel came into contact with her warm tits, it made Eileen feel that much better and more like engaging in quick sex with her beautiful young daughter.
After Eileen finished toweling off Rita's body, she quickly toweled off her own. As Rita watched her mother's beautiful form, particularly the way that her legs and ass cheeks would twist, she felt waves of enthusiastic sexual voltage cutting through her entire beautiful body.
When the toweling-off process was at an end, mother looked at daughter and each was impressed. Their bodies sparkled with cleanliness, and now they could settle into the activity at hand, that of a piercing, wild fuck.
Eileen let it be known that she wanted to take total charge of her lovely daughter, and as she threw her arm around beautiful Rita, they walked ever so slowly into the bedroom.
As Eileen turned her arm loose from Rita's body, she reached out and grabbed firmly at her breasts. Her fingers kept on dancing, twisting, working with methodical grace as they maintained brisk, effective contact.
"I love these tits," Eileen exclaimed. "They're absolutely beautiful. I think they're gorgeous. Just like the rest of you."
Eileen manipulated her fingers for a few moments more against her daughter's breasts, after which she then brought them to bear against her ass cheeks. Ever so firmly, Eileen kept on squeezing her daughter's ripe buttocks. The more finger pressure that she brought to bear, the greater the amount of enthusiasm that Rita felt over everything that was happening.
As Eileen kept on grabbing and twisting with both hands against her daughter's ripe ass globes, she shoved her tongue forward, allowing it to make its first penetrating contact with Rita's anal canal.
The second Rita began to feel those quick, firm tongue movements inside of her anus, Rita heaved a loud, deep sigh. The long, probing tongue kept on aggressively taking command of the situation. Her tongue kept on driving firmly, pushing ever so deeply inside of Rita's erotic anal tunnel.
"You ass licker," Rita gulped. "Can you ever suck ass."
Eileen kept up the ass licking at a rapid-fire pace, and as her tongue sustained the brisk, consistent contact, she reached out with her right hand, allowing her fingers to move soothingly inside of her daughter's fur patch. The moment that she made her initial contact with Rita's hairy twat, her daughter responded by flipping her hips and ass cheeks from side to side as she received the quick, vigorous communication.
"You're so good," Rita sighed. "I really like that. Ohhh, I really love it."
Eileen's tongue kept on finding the mark, driving solidly, pushing and slamming as it made its way inside of Rita's ass-hole. All the while her fingers kept on responding to the challenge, working their way frantically and zealously as they shoved inside of Rita's mound.
"Ohhh, I want you in me," Rita finally begged. "Oh, mom, I need your tongue inside my mound. You've done such a good job on my ass-hole, but now I need a pussy suck. Baby, come on, grind your tongue inside my nest."
Even though Eileen was determined to conduct herself in a way that she would fully enjoy, and was not about to be led into doing anything that she didn't want to do at any given point in time by her daughter, by then she was ready to move on to the pussy sucking. After all, she had done a thorough, effective job of driving her pulsating tongue inside of her lover's ass-hole. So now she was ready to assert her tongue inside of Rita's flaming box, which she had aroused through her stirring, dedicated finger thrusts.
Rita's warm, enthused thighs quivered with great sensual delight as her mother shoved her head down between her legs. As Eileen went to work with her tongue, her daughter enthusiastically heaved a loud sigh as she received those first few quick, warm tongue stabs inside of her pink vaginal walls, which were wet with delight and sensual excitement.
Ever so quickly Rita's hips kept moving, as she responded to the dynamic, twisting tongue thrusts that her lover kept on sending with her surging tongue inside of her eager organ, which kept reacting to every hot, twisting slit stab.
Eileen knew from the way that her daughter was reacting that it wouldn't take long at all before the juices would shoot from her impassioned pit. A few quick, dramatic tongue stabs later, the stirring droplets of her lover's twat juice started to shoot from her mound and into Eileen's mouth.
"Ooooooh, it's so great to unload," Rita sighed. "Ohhh, keep up your sucking, mom. You're sooooo good with your tongue, ohhhhh, suck, ooooooh, aaahhh, I'm there, there, there, there, ohhhhh, keep me going, going, going."
When Eileen removed her tongue from Rita's still-aroused slit, the young daughter wondered just what her always ready mother would do next.
It didn't take long for Rita to discover just what Eileen's thinking embodied. Eileen quickly jumped up from the bed, walking toward the closet.
"I've got the most gorgeous surprise for you," Eileen said. "I bought it at a shop on Soho."
"Oh, my, you were in that sexy place?" Rita laughed teasingly.
"I didn't visit a massage parlor," Eileen laughed, "but I did visit one of these delightful little shops where you can buy all kinds of goodies. Just look and see what I came up with."
Eileen reached down and picked up a dildo, which she calmly strapped to her waist. Placing her hands on her hips, Eileen turned around and faced her beautiful daughter, whose eyes were wide with curiosity and lustful desire.
"So now you're turning into a man," Rita said. "I guess you're gonna give me the same kind of fuck."
"You're damned right I am," she winked. "I'm gonna give you the same kind of screw that a horny man would give you, I mean a guy who is really good in the fucking department."
"That's the kind of fuck I want."
Even though Eileen was determined to get the fucking started as quickly as possible and was eager to experiment with the dildo inside of her daughter's pussy, she decided initially to provide her lovely daughter with some dazzling finger sensations. That way, she reasoned, she would get her lover as fully agitated as she possibly could.
Her fingers moved forward, attaching themselves with significant grace and tremendous thrust to her lover's vagina. Her fingers worked with skillful, penetrating joy as she shoved them back and forth inside of her slit.
"Keep it going," Rita panted. "I love the way you're fingering me."
The stirring, determined finger strokes continued until Rita could no longer hold out. Eileen had been hoping to get her to juice, and that was precisely what she did. As the pussy fluids spewed forth, spilling ever so warmly against Rita's thighs, Eileen withdrew her fingers.
"Now you're ready for the fuck," Eileen said calmly. "You needed a nice explosion like that. So now I'm ready to give it to you. I'm ready to drive the dildo up between your legs and into your hot pussy."
Rita watched ever so closely, wondering just how her mother was going to emulate the quick, determined fucking movements of a man.
She slid the hard, savage, makeshift peter inside of her daughter's vagina. All the while her hips kept on flinging back and forth, twisting with great authority and conviction.
It couldn't help but impress Rita to see just what kind of devastating sexual contact her mother was able to make with the plastic-tipped dildo, which kept on shoving with fiery, joyful impact against her hot pussy. The quicker that the dildo savagely made contact with her mound, the faster in turn that Rita rotated her hips skillfully under the steady pace of her mother's throbbing tool.
Rita liked the way that Eileen kept on manipulating her body, driving the dildo ever so sharply and deeply inside of her hot gash as she pushed on and on, loving the flowing movements.
By then Eileen had gotten so carried away in what she was doing that she could hold out no longer. Her whole body began to tremble with overwhelming passion and she heaved a loud, deep sigh.
"Here it goes," she announced. "Oooooh, I'm juicing. Yes, honey, I'm juicing the hot dildo in your pussy. Ooooooh, what a fuck, I knew it would be beautiful. When I saw that thing, I knew it would be perfect for us. Yes, it is perfect."
While her hips flung from side to side, Rita heaved a deep gasp. At that beautiful interval the juices started to shoot from her mound.
"Me, too, ohhh, me, too," Rita smiled. "This was so good. This is such great fun. What a fuck, ohhh, what a glorious, wonderful fuck. Just the kind of screwing that I really love. The kind that I really need."
Eileen ultimately threw her arms around her beautiful daughter.
"As long as I have anything to say about it," she said confidently, "you're gonna get all kinds of fucks, honey. We're gonna live for fucking."
CHAPTER 12
Even though Rita had enjoyed the sex with her mother, she still kept thinking back to the way that Phillip James had ever so emphatically dominated her.
It bothered Rita that Phillip wasn't at home any more than was the case. If he had been more available, maybe she would have been living at his flat, as long as it wouldn't totally sever her relationship with her mother, who would have no doubt been extremely angry under the circumstances.
The one thing that began to appeal to Rita was to be picked up by a man. Not just any man, but a tough, strong, dominating man who would treat her in the same way that Phillip had.
One evening when her mother was out on a date with Tommy, Rita got on the subway at the Marble Arch Station and traveled to Picadilly.
As Rita got off at Picadilly, she decided to walk up and down the Strand. While there she encountered the normal tourist traffic, people who were wandering in and out of the many London shows that were constantly playing on the west side of the busy, bustling city.
All of a sudden Rita decided to come to a stop outside of a pub. It looked like a pretty tough place, and as she looked inside, she observed some loud, strong-looking men drinking. They appeared to be merchant seamen based on the way that they were dressed.
Rita deliberately stood outside the door, hoping that she would attract some attention. Yes, she thought, that would be a wonderful experience, going to bed with a merchant seaman. Rita sought to expand her sexual horizons in every way that she could. By then her teenage fantasies were no longer unfulfilled. The gorgeous young girl was living those fantasies on a regular basis.
She finally began to walk back and forth, making herself look as obvious as possible. After pacing in front of the bar a few times, she stood just a few feet away from it, wondering just when and if one of the men from inside the bar would venture outside.
Rita didn't have to wait for long. No more than a few minutes after she had finished her pacing, a stalkly, thick-shouldered, thick-necked man with a yachtsman's cap and a navy blue seaman s coat came venturing outside onto the street. His head cocked slightly to the left and it was obvious from the look in his eyes that he'd had more than a little to drink. But that was about to turn off Rita at that point. Not when the man looked at her with the kind of sensual, all-conquering leer that she wanted to see in a man, the same kind of expression that her lover Phillip James had provided for her on several occasions.
"Hello there, young lady," the man grinned. "My name is Ben. I'm only gonna be in London for a few days. Then my boat is gonna dock again."
"You've got a cockney accent."
"Yes, I do," he grinned. "But that's not gonna disqualify me from anything, is it?"
"Just an observation."
"You're a pretty cool-sounding little number," he grinned. "You know, I've got a bottle up in my room. How about me sharing it with you?"
"I'm not interested in drinking when there are other things to do," she snapped. "Besides, you've had enough to drink already. If you have anymore, you might not be able to do some of those other things that I have in mind, particularly as well as I'd like for you to do them."
As soon as she finished remonstrating with him, Ben burst into loud laughter. The tough merchant seaman could scarcely believe the kind of confident language he was hearing from a girl who in many ways looked so young.
"You're some kind of little broad," he said. "Okay, we'll play it your way. We won't have anymore to drink. We'll concentrate on ... well, those other things that you were talking about."
They walked together back to Picadilly. The small hotel where Ben was staying was situated not far from Nelson's Column.
As they walked into Ben's room, he reached down with his right hand and slapped at her ass cheek ever so playfully. With his left hand he closed the door.
"Let's get it on right now," he said.
Rita watched as Ben quickly unbuttoned his coat, tossing it to the floor. Never had she seen a man undress any more quickly than Ben, and after he slid off his shorts, he showed her what she was waiting to see, a huge, over-powering cock which was both thick and long, probably, she thought, as large a cock as she was ever destined to see in her life.
"Just look at this," he said. "This beautiful cock has had plenty of women. Women like a big dick. You like a big dick. That's why you wanted to come up here with. Isn't that right? You figured I'd have a big one. Am I right?"
"Are you ever right," she swooned.
"You're a little American chick. You here on vacation with your folks or something?" he looked at her, his eyes expressing worry.
"Nothing like that," she laughed. "You can relax. My father's in America and my mother is the one I'm living with here, and right now she's out balling or drinking or both with her boyfriend, a young British rock drummer."
"Then what you're saying is that there's no danger," he said.
"None at all. Just the danger in your big cock."
"Plenty of danger there," Ben laughed rollickingly. "Okay, so get off your clothes. Come on, I want to do it to you right now."
Ben rotated his quick, stirring fingers up and down the full length of his huge, captivating instrument. The longer that his fingers addressed themselves ever so sweepingly to his huge, erect phallus, the faster that Rita removed her clothes. When Rita got down to her panties and bra, she observed the sensual expression that seemed to enhance itself on Ben's tough-looking face. It was obvious that he'd needed a shave for a couple of days, but that didn't bother her. No more than the fact that he'd had too much to drink bothered her. The one overpowering fact that stood out in her lustful young mind was that here was a man who possessed a great deal of confidence and had a huge enough cock to be able to back all of it up.
"Come on, off with the panties, off with the bar," Ben panted. "I want to fuck you, honey, and I want to do it right now."
When Rita finished removing her panties and bra, she lay stretched out in the middle of Ben's bed. The tough seaman threw his body forward, extending his legs as he landed his body on top of hers.
Rita loved the view, what with Ben's huge, piercing cock shoved just over her head. He was so close that she count every popping vein on his long phallus, and now he was all set to drive his stirring pecker deep inside of her mouth.
"Here I go," he exclaimed. "It's gonna be pushing inside of you. I'm gonna choke you to death with the damn thing, or close to it, so get ready."
Ben's body rocked from side to side as he pushed his lengthy stick deep inside of her mouth. Right from the beginning Ben showed himself to be a man who definitely meant business. His hairy thighs scraped against both sides of her face as he kept on punching and pushing with his long pecker, driving it as deeply as he knew how inside of her mouth.
"This is a throat fuck," he said. "You know it. You wanted me to give you this big cock, and now you're getting it, as a present from one horny sailor."
He kept gasping and gulping for breath as he pushed himself that much nearer to a timely orgasm. As Ben drew that much closer, he reached out and decided to explore with his fingers the sensuous loveliness of his beautiful lover's breasts.
Ben's tight, twisting fingers squeezed against Rita's hot tits as he kept on shoving his dick hard and fast inside of her mouth, driving himself ever nearer to a diligent, wild climax, after which insertion the juices would spurt and splash from the end of his long, desire-filled dagger and into her mouth.
"Here we go," he said. "It's all gonna spray. Yeah, ohhhh, how nice."
His body continued rocking back and forth as he wielded his cock with piston-like authority, propelling his rapid-fire peter as deeply as he knew how inside of the inner confines of her mouth as the first few spraying drops of his semen started to shoot from the end of his dick.
"Ahhh, there's lots more of that," he sighed. "Baby, ohhh, it's gonna shoot out of me. Hang on. Ooooooooh, hang on, ohhh, baby, you've got to hang on. It's gonna spill. It's gonna spill beautifully."
Several twisting strokes later, the thick, white substance of his hot, creamy load began to thunder from the end of his authoritative cock, which brought the juices splashing wildly inside of Rita's mouth.
The first thing that Rita thought was that Ben had been correct when he said that he was capable of practically choking her to death with the spewing droplets of sperm from his fiery, flaming tool. That was almost precisely what happened as the juices kept on spraying from his devastating dagger-like prong and into her mouth.
"Ahhh, this is what a guy loves," he sighed. "Just what I want. Ohhh, what fucking."
Ben removed his long, hard dick from her mouth. The toughened seaman did not even pause to take a deep breath. No, he was much too concerned about getting some additional action, and Rita was not about to discourage a man who was so capable of providing her with wild thrills.
'Turn over on your stomach," Ben ordered.
As she did so, Ben reached out and grabbed a pillow.
"Raise your stomach a little," he said.
As she did so, Ben pushed the pillow underneath lovely Rita's stomach. She stretched out once more, her ass cheeks propped up in a tantalizing, compromising position.
Ben jerked on his long pecker a few times, then prepared to shove his steely, authoritative spear inside of her ass-hole.
While Ben reached down and gripped at her thighs, he shoved his huge, commanding cock forward, allowing it to make its initial solid contact with her hot anus.
He moved his fiery, fluid-filled tool back and forth, shoving it inside of her ass-hole. The harder that he pushed and pumped with his long, flaming dagger, the closer that he found himself maneuvering his way toward another spirited orgasm.
The itchiness in his balls prompted Ben to shove his dick even deeper inside of Rita's ass-hole. Meanwhile the beautiful young Rita kept panting and twisting her hips, doing everything that she could to accommodate her lover.
Rita loved the quick, ringing stabs that he kept asserting inside of her ass-hole, even though she felt great pain in the process. A few quick, dominating thrusts later, the spray of hot, white jissum began to spill from the end of his fluid pecker.
"Ohhh, I wanted it, there it is," he said. "I'm an ass fucker, honey, you're finding that out. I know how to fuck ass. Ohh, when I get ahold of a beautiful ass, I know what to do with it."
He removed his cock from her anus, and just as she was smarting under the pain of his effective ass stabs, he shoved his grinding penis forward once more. This time the projected target was her pussy, and there he was, grinding and thrusting with his long, stabbing member as he kept on pumping with it inside of her twat.
"Ohhh, you fuck machine," she grunted. "Keep it up, dear. Ohhh, cum inside my slit. Yes, I want your creamy cum. Ohhh, come on, give me another stream of it. Yes, ohhh, let it spray, honey, really let it spray."
Ben kept gulping and gasping for breath as he pushed his stabbing member forward, allowing it to assault and spear her twisting vagina. A few thundering strokes later, the juices were all set to spray, and they finally began to splash once more from the end of his torrential organ and into her waiting vagina.
"Baby, can you ever dominate," Rita sighed. "Did I love what you gave me. Ooooooh, honey, can you fuck. Do you ever know how to screw me."
Ben jumped up from the bed, laughing loudly, happy that he had pleased his young lover so much.
"You wanted it and you got it," he told her.
"Thank you," she replied. "You're so right. You're just the kind of man that I need. Honey, I'd go to sea with you if I could."
"I wish to hell I had you as a stowaway," Ben laughed. "With you and a regular supply of booze, I wouldn't need anything else in life."
His words kept proudly ringing in Rita's ears throughout the subway ride back to her flat.
CHAPTER 13
For the next few days, Rita treasured the memory of her magnificent sex altercation with Ben.
It bothered her a little that she would probably not be seeing him again, but she was still happy over the fact that he had provided her with so much in the way of dramatic thrills.
One afternoon when she arrived home from school, she observed Tommy and another long-haired young man standing at the doorway. Both of them had impatient expressions on their faces.
"I thought you got home from school earlier than this," Tommy said. "Randy and I have been waiting here for almost an hour."
"I'm sorry," Rita said, reaching into her purse and pulling out a key, with which she opened the door.
"By the way, I want you to meet Randy," Tommy said. "He's the guy whose voice you hear on our records. He plays the guitar and sings."
Randy was a little taller than Tommy, and as Rita appraised him ever so carefully, she couldn't help but be favorably impressed. He had a handsome, open face, and when she stole a look in the direction of his crotch, she could see that the young rock singer definitely meant business.
"Let's get into it right now," Tommy smiled. "Let's have ourselves a smoke of grass, and then we'll get into the fucking.
Rita nodded ever so calmly. It amazed her just how readily she was falling into the routine of beautiful, erotic sex. She reached out and began to unbutton her dress, which she ever so nimbly shoved over her head and off of her, letting it drop to the living room rug.
As she stood there in her panties and bra, Randy's cock hardened even more. It thrilled Rita to observe the huge bulge in his trousers, knowing that she had provided him with some erotic thrills by just looking at her.
"You sure are built," Randy said. "As a matter-of-fact, you look to be every bit as much as Tommy said."
"What did Tommy say?" she asked.
"He had all kinds of rave notices for you," he reported. "Yes, Tommy kept bragging about what a gorgeous young woman he was fucking with. He said that she's still in her teens but she sure doesn't act it when it comes to jumping into bed. I knew he was banging your mother. I'd like a piece of her ass, too. Where is she?"
"She's at the shop until early this evening," Rita replied.
"So that's okay," Randy smiled. "We're gonna do just fine ourselves."
Rita knew just how eager he was to see her completely nude, so she wanted to comply with his wishes. Her fingers reached out as she undid her bra straps, allowing her bra to fall to the rug a scant few inches away from her dress.
"Damned, what boobs," Randy exclaimed.
By then Randy became so excited that he felt compelled to reach out and play with his inspired prick. After all, it was choking inside of his shorts and trousers. It needed a little air, and he was determined to provide himself with it, so he reached down and unzipped his trousers. When he pulled out his hard, throbbing pecker, Rita decided to give him a real treat.
Taking in all of the action was Tommy, who took a long puff from his marijuana cigarette. It thrilled Tommy to see that Randy was reacting so strongly and so quickly to the sight of the gorgeous young woman in his presence.
"Just look at her," Randy, looked over at Tommy and panted. "She sure looks good."
Rita kept on rotating her breasts, letting them fling back and forth enjoying stimulating him with her passionate movements. The longer that she kept up her devastating movements, the greater the enjoyment that Randy received.
Tommy passed the marijuana cigarette over to Randy, who then took a long puff as he held it in his right hand. Rita had to laugh as she observed Tommy simultaneously puffing on the marijuana joint with one hand and continuing to play with his hard, rifle-like pecker with the other hand.
"You guys are just too much," Rita said. "I've just got to keep you really excited."
After she had treated Randy to a stimulating, erotic breast swinging session, the voluptuous young woman reached down with both hands and began to grab at her panties. Her fingers moved soothingly along the crotch band of her silky white panties, following which she began to slide them down her legs ever so slowly.
If there was one thing that Rita was becoming increasingly more conscious of, the more sex experience she obtained, it was of the vast importance of making use of every bodily movement, of twisting her hips and tits in such a way that she would excite her potential lovers to the fullest.
That was precisely what was happening at that point. The two young men stood there watching as she lowered her panties ever so slowly, allowing them to hear the rhapsodic scraping of the silky panties against her trim, sleek legs.
"All I need to do is stick my tongue between those gorgeous legs," Randy sighed. "Just look at that woman."
When Randy handed the marijuana joint back to Tommy, he took his second long puff. He waited until Rita finished wiggling out of her panties. Just as Rita reached down with her right hand and allowed her fingers to go to work soothingly against her hairy nest, he walked over and handed the cigarette to her.
"Play with your pussy with one hand and smoke with the other," Tommy laughed. "After all, if Randy can do it with his cock, you can do the same thing."
Rita ever so eagerly took a puff from the cigarette. She then decided to take yet a second puff. Following her third puff, Rita gave the cigarette back to Tommy, who passed it to Randy.
While Randy enthusiastically smoked the cigarette, Tommy began to remove his clothes. When he finished undressing, he looked down at his hard, sturdy cock, which he knew had to launch into immediate action at that moment in time.
"You just watch my action," Tommy said.
Randy finished the cigarette, then snuffed out the butt in a nearby ashtray. As he watched his friend Tommy moving ever closer to gorgeous Rita, he then began to remove his clothes.
"Just stretch out on that rug," Tommy commanded Rita. "You see, Randy, I've got the girl trained. I've got her to where she'll do just about anything that I ask."
"I'm quite impressed," Randy replied. "Yeah, how about a nice threesome?"
"That will be great," Tommy said. "Just wait until I get started."
Randy kept watching with ever greater interest, wondering just what his horny friend Tommy was going to do to this ever eager young woman, who seemed to be ready to go any which way as a means of pleasing their every erotic desire.
As Rita stretched out on the rug, she let her ass cheeks twitch ever so seductively, hoping to arouse Tommy that much more.
Tommy felt the wild waves of enthusiasm in his searing, electricity-filled scrotum. He kept looking down at his cock, after which he then pushed it thunderously ahead, permitting it to drive toward her mouth.
"Come on and open up," he gulped. "I'm gonna fuck your mouth, baby. I'm really gonna drive my dick inside it. Ohhh, what a beautiful time we're gonna have. I'm gonna give you such a nice screw. Ahhh, is this gonna be good. Baby, just wait until I fuck your glorious mouth."
"Come on, turn your cock loose," she exclaimed. "I want your bulging stick inside me. Come on, really let it slam. Drive it inside of my mouth. Come on, push your hard cock, baby, ohhh, push it into me."
Randy walked over toward the action. As he observed his friend beginning to shove his sturdy member inside of Rita's searing gullet, he lowered his body down to his knees.
"I'll work my way inside of her legs," Randy said. "I think it would be great to suck her pussy while you're fucking her mouth."
"A damned good idea," Tommy immediately agreed. "That'll get her more excited, too."
Tommy's turgid stick kept on shoving, pushing ever deeper as it made its way inside of Rita's hot mouth. His well coordinated movements caused her to feel great waves of sensual desire. It didn't matter that she could scarcely breathe. After all, that was beside the point, considering just how enjoyable she was finding the magnificent sex act that was taking place between them as Tommy kept burying his firm, rigid pecker that much deeper inside of her mouth.
While Tommy kept up his ramrodding attack, working his piston-like spear into the innermost passionate depths of Rita's cavernous mouth, Randy decided that it was his turn to start flinging his tongue inside of her vagina.
Randy reached down and let his fingers connect with his lover's thighs. He held on tightly, and as he did, he pushed his tongue forward inside of her vagina. The faster that his tongue stabbed and twisted inside of her nest, the greater the desire that reeked within Rita's entire body as her lover's tongue kept on working, stabbing sharply, driving inside of her warm, moist twat.
Rita's legs danced back and forth as she kept on receiving the quick, stabbing tongue sensations from her lover. The more swiftly that her lover's tongue drove and stabbed inside of her mound, the closer that she pushed toward a wild climax.
Recognizing just how close she was to juicing, Randy reached out and grabbed hold of his lover's twisting buttocks. His fingers spun and teased against the pliable, firm, fleshy ass globes as he tickled her clitoris with a few solid, driving stabs.
A few desire-ridden movements later, the juices began to spurt from her pussy. As they splashed wildly inside of Randy's mouth, he reached out with an air of celebration and slapped at her buttocks, loving the touch he provided.
"Ohhh, that was good," he smiled as he removed his tongue from her pussy. "You're nice, succulent hole. It was so great sticking my tongue inside of your twat."
Rita was unable to verbally acknowledge just how much she had enjoyed his sucking, since her mouth was constantly being besieged and clogged with the hard, stabbing pecker of her lover, Tommy, who worked his hips back and forth and plunged his peter pulsatingly into the deepest crevices of her mouth.
"Here we go," Tommy announced. "Oooohhh, aaahhh, I really itch all over. This is so good, fucking you like this. Get ready for the avalanche, ooohhh, the cum's gonna shoot, ooohhh, aaahhh, here it goes, ooohhh, oooooh, oooooh, oooooh, oooooh."
While Tommy watched the gushing droplets of his thick, white jissum splashing voluminously from the end of his hard, spraying cock rocket, he simultaneously reached out with both hands, allowing his fingers to grip at her breasts.
Tommy continued to cling to her tits flesh until all of the drops of his orgasmic fluid had toppled from the end of his fiery spear, at which point he then released his cock from her mouth.
CHAPTER 14
Once that Tommy had gotten his rocks off inside of his lover Rita's mouth, Randy jumped back into the scene.
"I could use that same kind of action," he said. "As a matter-of-fact, there's not a damned thing stopping me."
"Nothing at all," Tommy concurred.
Randy reached down and moved his fingers searchingly over his hard ramrod for a few quick, decisive strokes. When he released his fingers from his stimulated dick a few moments later, he prepared to grind his hard, resounding peter inside of her mouth.
He pushed his solid dick forward, allowing it to assert itself inside of her mouth. Rita was thrilled over the way that he took charge, doing it in the same solid, effective manner as had her lover Tommy only a few moments before.
For a while he exercised so much pressure with his rapid-fire plunging stabs that she thought her jaw would break. His lengthy, fiery ramrod kept on slamming, working feverishly, pushing and shoving as he slammed it ever deeper inside of her hot mouth.
"Here we go," he sighed. "Ohhh, I've got to get my rocks off fast, honey. I can't take much of this. Not when I'm this steamed up. Ohhh, what a fuck."
While Tommy watched the unfolding action between Randy and Rita, he reached down and began to fondly finger his firm rifle-like stem. As his fingers kept working up and down his hard penis, he watched Randy manipulate his hips and slide his long dick even deeper inside of her waiting mouth as she anticipated his droplets of thick, searing cum.
"Go ahead, give it to her," Tommy laughed. "Randy, old boy, we're really acclimating her."
A few driving stabs later, Randy could hold out no more as the appetizing white semen thundered from the end of his hard shield and splashed inside of her mouth.
Several droplets of his sizzling jissum splashed against her lips and rolled down the right side of her mouth, but the rest of it was ever so desirously corralled by gorgeous Rita as she swallowed his cum.
When Randy removed his still agitated dick from her mouth, Tommy moved on the scene once more.
"Get over on your hands and knees," Tommy said.
As Rita quickly responded, Tommy got down on his knees as well. He reached out with both hands and started to spank her, delivering some quick, thrusting slaps as he enjoyed the brisk and affirmative contact.
Rita enjoyed the spanking, too, even though it hurt. Her ass cheeks wiggled as she heaved deep sighs and responded to the quick finger strokes.
"Come on and fuck me," she said. "I know what you're gonna do. You're gonna fuck my ass and you're gonna fuck it good."
Tommy knew precisely what he wanted. When he removed his hands from her now reddened ass globes, he pushed with his right index finger, driving it inside of her ass-hole. The faster that his finger throbbed and twisted as he moved it around inside of her anus, the more rapidly that her whole body responded as she moved it from side to side.
'That's so good," she nodded. "Honey, come on, I want to feel your cock in me. Don't torture me by keeping me waiting too long."
"This girl is a real live one," Randy laughed as he watched the action from a standing position a few feet away. "You can't disappoint this gorgeous girl, Tommy."
"I'll never disappoint her," Tommy sighed. "I might give her a sore ass-hole, but I'm not gonna disappoint her. I'm gonna push my dick inside of her ass-hole. I'm gonna really give her a wild ride. I'm gonna drive my spear inside of that hot ass until all of the juices spray."
Tommy finally projected his steady tool forward, allowing it to make its initial impact inside of her ass-hole. Ever so eager to respond to his every quick, grinding, forward thrust, Rita twisted her ass cheeks, tightening them wildly, doing everything that she could to give him as erotic a fuck as possible.
"Ohhh, you know how to make a guy feel good," Tommy exclaimed happily. "I'm gonna keep fucking. Ohhh, am I gonna fuck your ass-hole. This feels so good to me. What a screw, ohhh, this is glorious. This is wild. Ahhh, oooooh, what fucking."
His hard, stabbing pecker kept on driving back and forth, sliding into the tightest inner confines of her anus. The harder that he fucked her, the deeper that he stabbed with his grinding cock, shoving it all the way into her tight rectal passage.
The closer that he moved toward. climax, the busier Tommy wanted to become. So he reached out with both hands and started to slap wildly at his lover's ass cheeks while his hard, confident cock kept grinding and pushing, working with steady impact as he propelled himself forward toward an appetizing and delightful orgasm.
Tommy kept slapping at her buttocks, and the harder that he slapped, the wilder and more quickly that she accommodated him by shoving her ass cheeks back and forth in response to his impassioned, steady stabs.
A few burning movements later, it was all over. Tommy heaved one last, gulping sigh, then watched as his explosion emerged from the end of his cock. It unloaded into the innermost depths of her hot bowels as the cock juices kept splashing, spilling from the end of Tommy's hot ramrod and into her anus.
When Tommy removed his grinding dick from her ass-hole, his friend Randy decided to try the same act.
"Just stay where you are," Randy said, positioning himself on his knees.
Rita felt the burning sensations in her ass-hole, but that wasn't about to stop her from receiving some more of the same. No, she wanted to obtain another wild ass fuck. Rita wanted to feel those quick, rapid-fire thrusts from her lover Randy, the same eager cock stabs that she had received just a few moments earlier from her friend, Tommy.
"Let's really do it," she exclaimed. "Really fuck me, Randy. Let's get very well acquainted."
Randy threw his head back and laughed, enjoying the way that his lover was talking. As a means of getting him even more enticed, she rhythmically flipped her buttocks from side to side. The faster that she did so, the greater the level of excitement that Randy felt in both his cock and balls.
He felt the surging intensity in his testicles and Randy knew that he had to sink his steady, agitated dick as deeply as he knew how inside of his lover's anus.
"Here we go," Randy said. "I'm gonna grind it into you."
"She can take a great fuck," Tommy said. "You saw what happened when I pushed my cock inside of her."
"Yes, I really did," Randy nodded, obviously impressed. "She showed she can really hold up. Okay, I'm gonna give her the same kind of action."
He reached out with both hands and let them grab and twist as they asserted against Rita's ass cheeks. The tighter that his fingers squeezed against her buttocks, the more eager that he became to drive his dick as deeply as he knew how inside of her burning ass-hole.
Randy gritted his teeth, tensed his leg muscles, then decided to proceed with his steaming rod, which he was about to let enter inside of her slightly twisting ass-hole.
Rita felt a little nervous over the ass fuck that was about to take place. The thing that made her nervous was that she had never had Randy enter her anus, and she couldn't help but wonder just how good a screw he would give her.
It was Rita's impression that Randy would do every bit as good as Tommy, considering the fact that he had done so well when he had rammed his cream-filled pecker deep inside of her mouth and slashed with it until every drop of his fiery, fluid cream had shot from the end of his long, steaming pole."
"Here I go," he warned her.
With that Randy slammed his long, hot stick frenziedly inside of her anus. He kept on pumping and shoving, driving his determined rod ever so eagerly inside of her anus as he flipped his body back and forth, living each and every effective thrust that he sent forth.
The harder and faster that Randy pushed his pummeling dick inside of his lover's anus, the deeper that he drove his cock. He couldn't help but feel a tremendous exhilaration sweeping through his whole body as he kept up his stiff, grinding efforts, pumping with his hard, slamming peter as it moved inside of her ass-hole.
The harder and faster that Randy pushed his dick, the more rapidly that he began to breathe. His heart began to palpitate, and with the additional adrenalin flow, he slid his resounding stick that much deeper inside of her ass-hole as he got set to explode his fiery droplets of thick, white jissum inside of her.
A few quick, driving strokes later, the surging droplets of his orgasmic cream were lodged in his broiling testicles, and with one loud gasp, he watched while the first few drops of his load began to shoot inside of her ass-hole.
"Ahhh, I'm there," he said.
Randy reached out and gripped at the small of his lover's back, holding on tightly as he watched the drops of his searing, white fluid continue to shoot from the end of his erect stick and into her wild ass canal.
When he turned loose, Tommy immediately reentered the scene. The tireless Tommy had been pumping his fingers up and down his hard stick during the last few minutes, while the wild fuck was taking place between Rita and Randy.
Now it was Tommy's turn to move into action, and after a few quick, grinding finger stabs against his hard phallus, he was prepared to launch into another screw.
"Turn over on your back," Tommy sharply commanded.
Rita loved responding to Tommy's message. As she turned over, she extended her legs, awaiting his first significant cock blast inside of her tight, willing vagina.
"Drive it into me," she smiled excitedly. "Come on, honey. Push it inside my pussy. Ohhh, really slide your cock, baby, fuck me. Yes, fuck me."
Tommy moved his fingers up and down her thighs, then allowed them to come to rest against her fluid and flexible ass muscles. As he pushed his cock forward, her burning hips began to grind from side to side as she responded to Tommy's quick, forceful fuck stabs.
Tightening her cunt muscles and twisting her hips, she did everything that she could to encourage Tommy as he kept up his captivating pace, driving his peter with enthusiasm and skill as he shoved it that much deeper inside of her cunt.
The faster that Tommy pushed his cock inside of her blazing vaginal walls, the closer that Rita recognized she was moving toward a wild climax of her own.
"Ohhh, I'm gonna have to shoot," Rita exclaimed. "Ahhh, keep fucking me. Gome on, blast away. Screw my mound. Screw it, baby. Ooooooh, I'm shooting. Yes, this feels so nice. Ohhh, ahhh, it's shooting out of me. All the beautiful juices. What a nice feeling. Ohhh, ahhh, I like it, ahhh, I really do like it."
As Tommy watched the juices catapult from her wet mound, he stepped up the pace of his own fucking as his lengthy spear kept on driving, slashing magnificently as he pushed his cock deep inside of her organ. All the while he felt the burning urges in his steaming scrotum as he pushed that much closer to the state of ecstasy.
"Ahhh, I've got a big load of my own on the way." he said. "Just hang in there, honey. Come on, flip your butt fast. Even faster than before. Come on, move your ass cheeks around. Slide them, ohhh, come on, slide them real nice."
Her ass cheeks kept on diligently twisting, thrusting back and forth as Tommy kept up his skillful penetration inside of her mound. He loved gripping her flexible pussy muscles with every quick, devastating cock blast that he shoved inside of her organ.
A few blasting cock thrusts later, the steaming drops of his orgasmic fluid started to shoot out of his rotating dick, which had glided ever so firmly and joyously inside of her burning twat.
As Rita slid her buttocks back and forth, she recognized she was ready for another load. Rita heaved a prolonged sigh.
"Ohhh, I'm shooting, too," Rita announced. "This is so good. We're really going all the way. Ohhh, it's nice to cut loose like this. It's so beautiful. What fucking, ohhh, honey, come on, keep shooting that hot, white juice into me."
The torrential flood tide of burning cock fluid kept on spraying from the end of Tommy's lengthy pole as he watched the final few drops of his appetizing liquid shoot from the end of his steady organ and into her waiting pussy.
"I guess I've had it for today," Tommy laughed. "It'll be a miracle if I can even walk out that door."
"I guess we both lost plenty of protein," Randy laughed.
"You both have, and I'm the guilty party," Rita said. "If I weren't so damned sexy, you guys wouldn't be losing all the juice."
CHAPTER 15
The more conquests that Rita obtained in sex, the more wild her expectations became.
Now Rita was no longer content to just have an occasional screw with somebody she knew like Tommy, Randy or Phillip. No, she desired to experiment, to find a variety of men that she could entice. The young girl began to look upon each and every man as a unique conquest, and the greater the number of men with whom she associated herself intimately, the prouder that she felt about her achievements.
There were times when she would feel a little guilty over all that she was doing. Rita would remember how she looked upon her mother with such disgust at one time in her life over her mother's reputation for promiscuity, but now she was inclined to think that Eileen was living her life in an exciting fashion, and she looked upon her mother with an ever developing keen admiration.
One Saturday after she had gone to the west end of London to see a movie, Rita was on the tube heading back to her flat. As she was just about ready to make a switch to another tube, she observed a man who appeared to be in his early forties sitting down next to her.
Even though Rita knew that to continue on the subway would mean that she would miss connections for the train that would take her to the Marble Arch stop, where she always got off the tube prior to going home, she decided to stay on anyway. After all, this beautiful hunk of young woman found something enticing about this man.
It wasn't that he was all that handsome. His hair was thinning slightly and he wore a mustache, but there was something in his eyes, and Rita liked his broad shoulders and his bulging biceps. To Rita he looked like a man's man, just the kind of individual who could give her a run for her money in a way that Ben the merchant sailor had.
"Good afternoon," the man finally looked at her and smiled after she had looked at him curiously.
"Hello," Rita replied.
"So how are you?"
"I'm fine."
"My name is Harold."
"Glad to know you, Harold. I'm Rita."
"Fascinating. And you're an American."
"That's right."
"I've never been to bed with an American," he suddenly whispered into her ear. "It would be fun to try."
Rita burst into laughter. Even though she was eager to go to bed with Harold, she didn't want to make it appear that she was a pushover.
"You know, you're a pretty bold guy," she told him. "As a matter-of-fact, you act brazen."
"Of course I do," he smiled, "Just as long as my wife and kids are away, like they are now. You see, my wife is in Birmingham visiting her sister. This means that I'm a footloose and imagine-free bachelor for a little while. I naturally want to take advantage of that situation in any way that I can."
"Understandably so," she nodded.
"My flat is over in Kensington. I'm gonna be getting off in a couple of stops. I'd feel most gratified if you joined me," he said. "I don't usually work Saturdays, but they were a man short today so I had to go in. I'm happy that I did, having the opportunity to meet you and all."
"What type of work do you do, Harold?"
"I'm a printer."
By then Harold was so excited that he no longer wished to talk. Indeed, conversation was superfluous when he realized that there were other things he could do that would be far more exciting, tantalizing things that would excite this gorgeous young woman in all kinds of different ways.
Harold reached out with his right hand, sliding his fingers soothingly against Rita's left leg. He pushed his body toward her in such a way so that nobody else could see him touching her thigh.
"Get off with me," he whispered.
"All right, I'd be glad to."
They alighted from the tube a few moments later, walking several blocks to a tiny, modest flat in a middle-class section.
"I hope to hell that nobody gets suspicious," Harold laughed. "If there were a lot of old biddies around here, I wouldn't even try it, but it's mainly young studs who are always bringing broads up, and they don't give a damn."
A few minutes later they were inside Harold's flat. It was small and comfortable without being lavish in any way. It appeared to be a rather cheery, middle-classed flat.
Harold immediately reached out and began to unbutton Rita's blouse. Instantly her hips began to wiggle nervously as the printer asserted his fingers quickly, removing her blouse. When he pulled at her bra straps, releasing her bra, Harold decided to reach out and get a quick feel of her warm, pliable tits.
Rita loved the way that men responded to her voluptuous breasts. As Harold reached out and grabbed hold of them, twisting and turning his fingers as he glided them over her tits, she laughed loudly and triumphantly, happy with the knowledge that another man was paying court to her and was ever so eager to see that she enjoyed herself in every way.
"Damned, what knockers," he said. "My old lady's knockers were never this good. Of course, now they droop a little. The damned bitch hasn't taken care of herself in the way that she should have. But even at her best she wasn't this good. Damned, I wish I was married to somebody like you."
His fingers kept on curling and twisting as they made firm, aggressive contact with her bountiful breasts. The more rapidly that his fingers swept against her hot bosoms, the more eagerness that Rita felt. Thoroughly enjoying the way that her lover was coming on, she decided to beg him for more in the way of beautiful contact.
"Take off my skirt," she sighed. "Come on, dear. I want you to get it off. Ohhh, I want it so badly. I want you to give me some beautiful sex. Come on, let's do it. Let's go all the way."
"I'm all for that," Harold concurred.
Reaching out with his right hand, Harold's trembling fingers went to work on Rita's skirt. Her hips danced back and forth as she watched him pull and tug at the skirt, which slid finally down her legs and off of her. Dropping down to his knees, Harold sought to finish the job. It was his next desire to remove her panties, after which she would be totally nude.
When she slid out of her panties, Harold jumped up from the floor. Ever so smoothly and swiftly, he removed his shirt and trousers. When he finished removing his shorts, he grabbed her by the hand.
"The bedroom's this way," he pointed.
As soon as they arrived in the bedroom, Harold reached out and threw his strong arms around Rita's trim waist. Ever so breathlessly, he held her against him, pressing his chest against her breasts. Even though it hurt her a little because he was bearing down so hard, she couldn't help but love the aggressive, determined way in which Harold was asserting himself.
"That feels so nice, darling," she smiled. "Baby, come on, give me some wild action. I want it so bad. Ohhh, ahhh, I really do want it so bad."
As Harold eased her body into the bed, Rita listened to the sounds of his heavy breathing, recognizing that Harold was every bit as excited about entering into sex with her as she was with the prospect of being laid by him.
Rita ever so expertly manipulated her smooth hips, doing everything that she could to excite Harold in every way. Rita's motivation was even greater in the case of Harold than it had been with certain other men because of the fact that he had seemed so despondent over the kind of sex he was receiving from his wife. If she could provide him with some enlightenment and happiness through wiggling her ass a certain way, then so be it, she would do it.
The quicker that her ass cheeks swiveled back and forth, the more intense the expression that continued to develop on Harold's face as he sought to launch into some decisive sex activity.
The printer looked down at his bulging cock, then reached out with his left hand, permitting his fingers plenty of latitude as they slid against her warm, excited pussy. His fingers kept on pressing and pushing against Rita's snatch hairs. A few strokes later, Harold began to manipulate his fingers inside of her vagina. They kept shoving back and forth, determinedly and convincingly driving into the wet softness of her velvety vagina as she moved ever closer to an orgasm.
"Ahhh, you'll have me off in no time," she told Harold.
"Nothing wrong with that."
"No, I guess not, ohhh, keep exciting me."
Harold's stirring finger antics continued as he pressed and shoved with them, pushing them inside of her hot slit. A few timely strokes later, the juices shot from her pussy. Harold then released his fingers from her pussy.
"Here I go," Harold said.
Harold pushed his piercing peter forward, jackknifing his whole body as he shoved his savage spear inside of her twisting vagina for the first time.
When Harold entered Rita's cunt, her ass cheeks and hips ever so nimbly slid back and forth as they reacted to his blazing, devastating cock stabs.
The faster that Harold shoved his burning pole inside of Rita's twisting twat, the closer he recognized he was moving. This beautiful young girl was giving him as good a piece of ass as he had ever received in his life. Harold loved the way that her hips would flare every time that his intense spear would shove inside of her furry slit.
A few driving, jolting peter pushes later, his long pole was ready to explode.
As Harold's body pushed back and forth a few more times, the stirring droplets of his thick, white cream began to spray from the end of his hot stick.
"I'm off, ohhh, it's great to be off," Harold said. "Now you can blow it. Come on, go down on me. Suck my cock. That will be such a thrill. Darling, you can.do it."
Harold was the kind of man who could use force, and that impressed Rita. When he reached out with his trembling, sweaty fingers, shoving them against her head, she dropped her head ever so faithfully down between Harold's legs.
"Suck my burning balls," he said. "That first juice stream was just a warm-up. So come on and suck. Really push your tongue."
Her tongue glided about with piston-like surges as it slid and sliced against Harold's steaming scrotum. It only took a few strokes before Harold knew that he needed to have this beautiful young woman go to work with her tongue against the base of his rigid prong.
"Go down on my dick," he gulped. "Come on, stroke with your tongue. You're gonna bring me off. Suck. Come on, suck the juices out of my pecker."
Harold held on even tighter to her head than before as Rita subserviently drove her tongue against the steely tip of his sizeable member. At first her tongue worked with slow, tickling movements, but before long she stepped up her pace, asserting it boldly and eagerly as she let it connect time and again, driving it along the lengthy surface of his peter.
He was impressed by each and every driving tongue stab that his lover kept on sending forth. His testicles tickled with each and every racing plunge that she firmly applied to the smooth, agitated base of his lengthy tool.
"Come on, a few more strokes," he said. "Keep stroking me. Ahhh, I love it."
Harold's buttocks wiggled a few times, and at that point the juices began to splash inside of her mouth. Harold observed with great fascination the faithful manner in which Rita sought to collect the penis fluids that sprayed from the end of his long pole. Her tongue kept on working, sliding eagerly as she caught every last droplet of his hot spray.
When she removed her tongue from his lengthy dick, Harold threw his arms around her and kissed her forehead.
"I like that," Harold said. "And now I'm gonna dominate you again. You know, you're giving me all kinds of action like my wife doesn't. You like blow jobs, I can see that. I'll bet you'd love to be ass fucked, too."
Without even waiting for an answer, Harold once again proved just how much of a take-charge guy he could be in the act of sex. The still-excited printer reached out with both hands and grabbed at her thighs. He pinched and squeezed them, finally throwing them over his shoulders.
With Rita's legs locked firmly in place, Harold looked down at her inviting anal canal, which he was determined to shove his grinding fuck stick inside of.
Harold heaved a loud gasp, then went to work, driving his sturdy pole inside of her ass passage. While her hips wiggled, Harold projected himself at a devastating clip, driving his cock with solid grace and force as it kept on whipping sharply inside of her ass-hole.
"So nice, so firm," Harold said. "You have a beautiful ass. I recognized that right in the beginning. Right from the time I started talking to you."
Harold's fingers slid soothingly back and forth against Rita's buttocks as he kept driving his hot dong ever deeper inside her ass-hole. Rita loved his knifing stabs and sought to encourage him in every way, right up until the time that the thick, white semen would explode with scalding anxiety from the end of his turgid, steely prong.
"Keep fucking, keep fucking," she declared impatiently, "I like the way you're stabbing me. What a hot fuck. Keep grinding, baby, keep stabbing."
A few forceful, determined cock strokes later, the flaming droplets of his thick, hard, steaming jissum exploded from the end of his blazing stem.
Harold heaved a sigh of satisfaction as the final few drops of his steaming cum shot from him and into his lover's anal passage.
CHAPTER 16
For as long as Rita had been living with her mother in the Portman Square flat, she'd always been fascinated from a distance by John Paxton.
Even though he was a tall, handsome, well-dressed solicitor, he generally kept to himself and he projected a look of despair on his face.
One afternoon when, by chance, Eileen and Rita had encountered John as he was entering the building and they were leaving, Rita made an observation.
"He looks so sad so much of the time," Rita said. "I know," Eileen agreed. "I've heard around the grapevine what the problem is."
"What is it?" Rita inquired. "It's his ex-wife."
"He's divorced?"
"Yes, and he's still carrying a torch for her. It's pretty pathetic. He's such a nice guy and his ex-wife was something of a nymphomaniac, wanting to sleep with just about any guy would jump under the sheets with her. So poor John is still moaning about her. He sent her to psychiatrists, did everything he could, but it was no use. And then, on top of everything else, she finally told him that she wanted the divorce, and didn't mince any words either. So the poor guy got kicked every which way, even though he was doing his very best to help her."
"Gosh, that's too bad. He's a good-looking guy, too."
"I know, I'd love to help him get over the doldrums," Eileen smiled, "but I don't think there's any way of snapping him out of it. I guess it's just something he's gonna have to come out of on his own."
One afternoon Rita happened to observe John Paxton walking aimlessly through Hyde Park. The young girl, growing more curious all the time, decided to trail after him, making it appear that she was happening upon him strictly by chance.
When she finally came into contact with him, she pretended to be totally surprised.
"Hello, John," she began with a smile.
"Good afternoon, Rita."
"Mind if I walk with you?"
"No, not at all."
They walked for the better part of an hour, during the course of which John brought up the subject of his ex-wife. Rita did everything that she could to steer him away from that conversational topic, trying to instill in him the importance of establishing new ties in his life and seeking to get over the pains of the lost association.
Eventually they began walking back to their respective flats. Instead of walking up to her flat, Rita followed John to his.
"Thank you for the walk," John said a little awkwardly as they stood at the door.
It was obvious to Rita that John was extremely nervous over this beautiful young girl accompanying him to the door of his flat. The solicitor did not know whether he should ask her in or not.
"Why don't you ask me inside?" Rita finally asked boldly.
"Well, I guess I could. I was going to have a spot of tea. You could join me if you like."
"I think that would be wonderful," she smiled. "Yes, I'd definitely like that."
While Rita and John had tea, both of them sitting on the same sofa, Rita decided to take advantage of the situation that was looming at her disposal. It was her gut feeling that down deep John Paxton was a man of smoldering intensity who desperately needed some sexual communication with an attractive female at that point in his life, something to throw off the yoke of tragedy that rested upon his shoulders in the form of his ex-wife.
Without making it obvious, Rita kept on angling her body ever closer to that of the handsome solicitor. Finally she sat just a scant few inches away, and after they finished the tea, Rita reached out and began to grope with her fingers at his crotch.
His eyes filled quickly with terror, and John Paxton's whole body trembled. "Please, what are you doing, Rita?" he gulped. "Relax, it's important for you to relax," Rita said. Rita's fingers kept on twisting and sliding against the material of his trousers, but what disappointed her was that his penis was not even beginning to get hard. Rita could see that there probably was a psychological block present on John Paxton. The idea of getting hard for another woman no doubt scared him and, on top of that, she had taken him totally by surprised with her bold conduct.
She reached down and began to slowly unzip his trousers. Deciding that it was best to slow up her pace a little, Rita finished unzipping his trousers, then reached inside his shorts, pulling out his long but totally limp cock.
"I'll pump life into this in no time," Rita assured him.
As John Paxton sat on the sofa, his legs trembling, Rita reached out and gripped solidly at the tip of his cock. She employed her fingers against it, letting them twist and turn slowly. After keeping up those movements for a few strokes, she moved her fingers downward, allowing them to manipulate against his testicles.
"Just keep relaxing," she told him. "Hang loose, John. Relax a little and you'll get yourself a good fuck."
Following a few minutes of steady, determined finger stabs against his balls, she started to employ her fingers with brisk efficiency against his still lifeless spear. After she had exercised her fingers against it for a little while, it suddenly began to show signs of life, which made Rita feel happy and precipitated even more rapid finger activity on her part.
"You're coming right along," she told him. "Yeah, you're gonna get right up there, honey. I'm gonna suck it off, I'm gonna suck your hard dick."
Her fingers kept steadily driving, moving with ever greater speed as the crescendo built. Looking down at his now bulging balls, Rita felt a tremendous degree of triumph, realizing just how much she had accomplished through her efforts.
"Now it's time to start sucking," Rita said. "There's really no reason to be scared of any of this, darling. This is fucking, glorious fucking, fucking at its best."
She dropped down to her knees, playing with her lover's balls for a few strokes, then shoving her tongue forward. Rita's tongue began peppering sharply against his swollen scrotum. She loved the way that his hips began to glide as his whole body reacted to the warm, captivating strokes that she supplied with her hot, red tongue.
Her tongue kept moving and twisting, gliding against his taut, agitated testicles for a few strokes more. When she removed her tongue from his hot nuts, she let it go to work against his dick.
At first Rita concentrated exclusively on the tip of his organ, but as the stroking continued, she started to glide her tongue up and down the full length of his now hard, erect organ.
"Have you ever brought me out," John gulped. "I love this, darling. I like the way you're tonguing me. Ahh, come on, suck my cock. Keep driving your tongue. Keep working it against my prick. Ohhh, ahhh, I love those strokes. I love the way you're stroking my pecker."
His lover's head kept bobbing up and down, and all the while her tongue worked at the same feverish anxiety pitch as she moved him that much closer to an agitating climax.
While Rita's tongue kept on pressing and pushing against John's bulging ramrod, she reached down and gripped at his balls. Her fingers kept on moving sharply, driving with great steadiness and purpose as she pushed him only a few strokes away from the precipice of orgasmic bliss.
He pushed his hips back and forth a few times, then heaved a sigh as the first few stimulating droplets of his hot, thick, orgasmic stream commenced to spray from the end of his lengthy dick and into her waiting mouth.
"Ahhh, it's so great to unload," he said. "You're gonna have to swallow it, honey. Ohhh, collect every drop of it. Baby, ohhh, can you suck. Ahhh, eat it."
By then John had become a take-charge, thoroughly dominant man as he reached out with his long, trembling, sweating fingers and let them run through his lover's hair. All the while he kept on gasping and sighing as the steaming drops of his thick white cock fluid continued to spray and splash from the end of his mammoth tool and into her waiting mouth.
As for Rita, she enjoyed the wild deluge, and she was determined to bring every droplet of stimulating cream under her control. Her tongue kept wiggling, twisting sharply, eager to collect the solid droplets of the thick, savory cream as she went after it, swallowing the liquid drops of his jissum.
When she removed her tongue finally from his cock, John looked at her and smiled. It was a smile of great gratitude over what Rita had accomplished for him.
"What a blow job," he said.
"This is just the beginning," Rita told him. "I want to go in the bedroom and take off my clothes, provided that you don't mind."
"My dear, if you hadn't suggested it, I definitely would have," John Paxton told her with a wild grin. "You're making me come alive again. And it's happening at a time that I definitely needed it."
"I'd say so. Anyway, I don't see that look of defeat on your face now."
"No, it's gone. You took it away. So now I'm ready to take charge. I'm ready to show you what's going to happen."
"I guess that's fair enough," she laughed. "I got you started, and now you're gonna turn things around and do some beautiful things for me."
"Yes, like right now."
Rita watched with mounting fascination and joy as John jumped up from the sofa and began to massage his swollen slab of hot cock meat.
CHAPTER 17
Rita had watched ever so carefully as her now thoroughly aroused and confident lover John Paxton had played with his cock.
When Paxton decided that he had received enough in the way of masturbatory stimulation, he removed his fingers from his broiling rod and stalked eagerly into the bedroom, where without saying a word, the torrid solicitor began to remove his clothes.
"You can take a page from me," John said, panting with ever-mounting ecstasy. "Come on, take everything off. Let's really have ourselves a nice fuck."
Her fingers went to work with great, unabounded joy as Rita quickly wiggled out of her dress. She couldn't help but think just how much quicker she was getting when it came to undressing. Perhaps she had been a little slow in her early affairs and maybe there had been a little hesitancy. But no longer. No, Rita thought, she was now a very aggressive girl who certainly knew what it was all about when it came to engaging in all kinds of splendid sensual activity.
When she finished removing her panties and bra, John Paxton, who had just finished taking off his shorts, heaved a deep gasp. It was the first time that he had ever seen her curvaceous body totally exposed, and the longer that his aroused eyes focused on her lovely form, the greater the amount of enthusiasm that rippled throughout his entire body.
"What a bod you've got," he said. "It's time for me to completely take charge of it."
"My thighs are opened and waiting for you," Rita panted. "Do anything you want to me. Just dominate me. Just command me, darling. I want you to command me. Yes, get right into it. Give me a nice fuck. Give me a glorious, wonderful screw. Ohhh, yes, I want it, ohhh, do I ever enjoy it."
John threw himself down on top of the bed. As his lover extended her legs, he reached down with his right hand and permitted his fingers to twist and turn as they worked their way inside of her already wet and willing vagina.
His fingers kept on busily asserting themselves as they twisted and thrust against her pussy. For a few strokes John would stimulate her by running his fingers against her hairy twat, after which he would then shove them inside of her velvety pink vaginal slit. He toyed with her clit a few times, then extended his movements around the entire inner folds of her snatch flesh.
"That feels good," she said. "Keep it up. Ohhh, you're gonna bring me off."
His busy fingers kept on moving, gliding sharply with determined impact as he zealously shoved them inside of her scorching snatch. A few quick, determined strokes later, the pussy droplets shot from her mound and into his fingers, after which she then heaved a deep gasp.
"Ahhh, that was nice," she nodded. "Did I ever love that. You brought me off."
John wasn't about to even make a comment. After all, he was much too busy contemplating his next course of action. Paxton reached out with both hands, allowing his fingers to grip sharply against his lover's hot, solid breasts.
"I wanted to touch these nobs the second I looked at them after you stripped," John said. "What a body you have, baby. Just perfect for me to touch."
His fingers kept on moving with stimulating passion and joy as they connected with her hot, taut nipples. After a few more twisting strokes, he removed his fingers from her breasts and prepared to project his cock forward inside of her pussy.
John shoved his mammoth stick forward, allowing it to make its quick, initial impact inside of her slippery slit.
Her whole body began to charge back and forth as she responded to his quick, decisive penis stabs. The more rapidly that he shoved his cock inside of her hot pussy, the closer that John Paxton moved toward a stimulating orgasm.
His hips kept on twisting, and all the while his piston-like penis kept on jackknifing as his entire body shoved forward, pushing and stroking as he moved that much nearer to climax.
"Here I go," he said. "Ohhh, you're ready, ohhh, you're ready, and my gun is gonna shoot. It's all gonna spray out of me. You want it, ohhh, I know you want it."
He watched as the stirring drops of his energy-laden peter came splashing from his tool and into her twisting, ever-receptive pussy.
"Ohhh, are you ever unloading inside me," she sighed. "Baby, keep on shoving your prick. It's such a good feeling. Ahhh, this is a good screw."
When John removed his hard dick from her pussy, she reached out and started to tug at it. After all, his cock was beginning to droop just a little from all of the pulsating activity of which she had been a part. So now it was Rita's objective to get his once-smoldering organ back up to its former state of erection.
Her fingers kept moving sharply, driving solidly against his prick flesh as his rod started to regain its former hardness. The faster that her fingers moved, the louder that John began to pant as he was quickly being pushed back to the state where he had been before, that at which he was prepared to launch into another blazing fuck.
"You can let go now," he finally pantingly told her. "I'm ready to fuck you again. Say, you know what I'd like to do? I'd like to stab my cock in your ass. I'll bet you'd love to be ass fucked."
"It's my favorite," she gulped. "Come on, John. Just shove your blazing tool inside me. Give me a good screw. Ohhh, fuck me."
But before John Paxton was about to unload his cock inside his lover's ass-hole, he instead wanted to push his tongue inside of her anus. John wanted to assert himself boldly and convincingly by driving his tongue inside of her anus. So he pushed his tongue forward, letting it stab and thrust inside of his lover's fiery ass-hole.
He could tell from the way that she gasped ever so loudly just how much she was enjoying every quick, bold, thrusting tongue stab that he sent her way. John's tongue kept on stabbing ever so seethingly, working its way deep inside her tight anal passage.
When he removed his tongue from Rita's ass-hole, John reached up and twisted his fingers against her taut nipples a few times. When he withdrew his fingers from Rita's nipples, John was prepared to launch into some wild, grinding cock stabs.
"Here I go," he gulped. "I'm gonna fuck your ass-hole. I'm gonna do it right now."
John reached out and grabbed at his lover's thighs, throwing them ovor his shoulders. By then he was ready to rotate his hard, surging peter. John felt as if he was being born again. After all, he had been in a despondent, defeated frame of mind for so long, and now he was being brought out of it through the erotic presence of a gorgeous, young, teenage, American girl whose overactive buttocks kept on slipping and sliding from side to side as she anticipated receiving his quick, determined cock stabs.
Holding onto her thighs ever so tightly, he pushed his solid prick forward. His steady peter raced with great conviction as he tore with his rangy tool, slamming it solidly as it worked back and forth inside of her anus.
"Ohhh, my balls are itching like hell," he told her triumphantly. "Do I love shoving it into you."
With stout, steady determination, his lengthy, grinding tool kept on working ever deeper inside of her ass-hole. He rammed it steadily inside of her anal ring, and all the while her ass cheeks twisted back and forth as she responded to his quick, pole-axing stabs while his steadily grinding organ worked that much deeper inside of her flaming anus.
"Ahhh, you can't keep up a fuck like this for long," he told her.
John by then had completely changed into a take-charge guy in the realm of sex. The horny solicitor reached down with both hands, slapping at her buttocks a few times as the thick white cream was about ready to erupt from his torrid, tempestuous balls and into her ass-hole.
He kept on determinedly driving his stick deep inside of her hot bowels, and finally there was nowhere else to go. Immersed in a sea of wild passion, he heaved a loud gasp as the storming droplets of his thick, hot peter fluid began to spray from the end of his splashing dick and into her ass-hole.
"Ahhh, I'm off," he said triumphantly. "What a feeling. Ohhh, ahhh, I'm off, ohhhhh, it's glorious. Damned, what a feeling. Oooooh, aaahhh, I'm off."
When John removed his cock from Rita's ass-hole, Rita got up from the bed and began to put her clothes back on. The young girl looked over at John and smiled, happy with the knowledge that she had done something highly creditable for him.
"You wanted it and you got it," she said. "I knew how badly you needed it, darling. I wanted to give you a chance to cut loose."
"I got it and took advantage of it," he said, "but if it hadn't been for you I might not have ever had the nerve to ever do it. I've got you to thank, my dear."
A few minutes later, after having another cup of tea with John Paxton, Rita left his flat.
Just as she was about to enter her own flat, she heard a friendly voice call out to her.
When Rita turned to acknowledge the voice, she observed her old friend Phillip James, who was walking toward her carrying baggage in both hands.
"I'm back after a long trip," he said. "How about dropping in to see me?"
Rita wasn't about to say anything concerning her recently completed sex joust with John Paxton. All she would do would be to suggest a shower. That would enable her to rinse off her sweaty body and get a little more comfortable, by which time she would be ready to engage in a wild, passionate sexual encounter with Phillip.
"Let's go," she said.
"That's what I like about you," he chuckled. "You're always full of enthusiasm, my sweet. That's so good. I love your kind of enthusiasm."
Rita enticed Phillip into the shower. He was just as happy to take a shower with her, since he had been traveling a long time and his body was sweaty.
They took turns soaping each other down. Phillip enjoyed it in particular when Rita shoved the bar of soap inside of his ass-hole. The sexy pilot enjoyed the anal stimulation, the act of being goosed by this gorgeous young girl.
"Pretty good," he said. "Now let the soap sweep against my dick."
Ever so solidly, she brought the soap into contact with his long, hard stem. Back and forth she kept on manipulating it, allowing it to grind against his turgid member. The faster that the soap came into contact with his cock, the greater the amount of enjoyment that rippled through Phillip's body as he began to anticipate with great fondness the act of rolling around in the bed with her and engaging in some beautiful sex contact.
Finally they exited the shower, after which they toweled off their bodies in silence. Several times Phillip looked over at Rita's captivating form, delighting in its loveliness.
"You always look great," he told her. "I guess absence makes the heart grow fonder. When I've been away for a while, you always look that much better."
"You're away too much of the time," Rita complained smilingly. "I really love fucking with you. When you're away, I've got to spend more time diddling."
"I don't imagine you have to spend too much time with your fingers in your pussy unless you want to," Phillip laughed. "Not a beautiful girl like you."
They quickly moved into the bedroom, after which a panting, assertive Phillip shoved his cock toward Rita's mouth.
"Here I go," he said. "We've got a beautiful throat fuck coming up. I'm gonna shove this hot poker inside of your mouth. I'm gonna keep shoving it. I'm gonna slam it in your mouth until all of the juices shoot. So just get ready, honey. This is gonna be a fuck."
His hard, aroused peter made its initial contact inside of her mouth. Phillip kept on charging and slashing with his steaming cock, driving it deeply and solidly as it kept on making sturdy impact with her mouth. Phillip slammed it sharply inside of her throat, loving every quick, twisting, throbbing prick stab as his grinding, solid member kept on stabbing and manipulating inside of her mouth.
"Ahhh, is this good," he said. "It's all gonna splash out of me. What a feeling. Damned, ohhh, I hate being away from you so long."
Even though Rita could scarcely breathe, she enjoyed every quick, jolting peter thrust that he sent her way. His hairy legs trembled as they rotated back and forth on both sides of her head.
Rita reached up and grabbed at his hairy, warm legs, her fingers gripping sharply as he kept pushing his steely rod ever deeper into her mouth.
A few lightning cock strokes later, the first few droplets of his hot, profuse cock stream began to spray from the end of his devastating tool and into her mouth.
"Ahhh, oooooh, what a fuck," he sighed. "My balls are itching, ohhh, ahhh, baby, doll, this is screwing. Yeah, ohhhh, what a beautiful, delightful fuck, darling."
Phillip followed up that fuck with another one in rapid succession. He reached down and slid his finger inside her ass-hole a few times, gripping and stabbing with it, after which he then released it.
A big smile surfaced on Phillip's lips as he watched the way that his gorgeous young lover twisted her ass cheeks, letting him know just how much she wanted to be sodomized.
"Up my ass," she begged. "Come on, grind your cock up my ass-hole. That's what I want, baby. Come on, just shove your cock up between my buns."
Phillip nodded, going immediately to work, allowing his hard, stabbing member to make its initial thrusting impact felt inside of her anus. His hard, forceful, enterprising cock kept on slamming and gripping as it worked its way inside of her tight anal passage. The harder that he slammed his cock into the passionate innermost depths of her ass-hole, the closer that he moved.
Ever so inexorably, he kept up his thrusting, hard, dedicated movements. A few passionate strokes later, the drops of his thick fluid shot from the end of his joy stick and inside of her ass-hole.
"Damned, what a fuck you always give me," she said. "I love getting dominated."
The more that Rita thought about it, the truer the statement became. After all, she was getting plenty of sex action now and the more that she received, the greater the amount of sex that she desired in the future.