The final time I had sex with Rita, my girlfriends, at the time, mother was actually 6 months after my relationship with Kate had ended.
I was now approaching 21 and in the last 20 plus months I had been fortunate enough to sleep with Rita several times. Hearing of my relationship with her daughter coming to an end she decided our fun had to stop too, a desicion I fully understood.
However a chance encounter in the local library between Rita and I rekindled the desire for one last time together.
We arranged to meet at her friends house the following week because she was going to be away and Rita was given a key to keep an eye on things.
On the day I arrived to an empty house and wondered if Rita had changed her mind. Dejectedly I began to leave when a voice called to me “Leaving so soon?”
I turned to see Rita hurrying towards me. She had on a tan coloured jumpsuit, similar to the kind of outfit worn by an old school fighter pilot, her waist enhanced by a thick black belt, a pair of black boots finishing off her ensemble. Her long brunette hair though tidy hung loosely down past her shoulders.
“I thought you’d changed your mind?” I remarked as she drew closer.
“Not a chance” Rita said kissing me lightly on the cheek.
I marvelled at the sight of her firm behind as she walked past me and headed into her friends home. The latch on the door had barely clicked shut and we were on each other. Tongues probing as buttons and zips were hastily undone, no thought of easing into our fun. I hoisted Rita into my arms and practically threw her onto a large black leather sofa, my mouth heading straight to her moistness, my tongue seeking out her swelling clitoris. Her juices coated my fingers as they easily slid inside her, her back arching driving her hole into my face. Her initial orgasm raged through her body, her moans adding to my growing hardness. Her mouth sought out my shaft, expertly devouring my length, her spit coating the purple swollen head. When I entered her wetness an animalistic primal energy took hold of me, my hips pumping deep and fast as she screamed my name. Her dark pink nipples were like bullets as I continued to batter her hole, the sweat on my brow now dripping onto her stomach.
“Fuck me from behind” she begged “Anywhere?”
I didn’t need asking twice as my now solid member forced it’s way into her tightest hole, her juices negating the need for lube. The sensation of me inside her ass were electrical and before long I could feel my approaching orgasm. With a guttural savage roar I unloaded into Rita, our bodies joined like a single entity, my hands gripping her hips tightly, red marks where my fingers had been. We spent several more hours saying our farewells making the most of our final time together.
A few years later I learnt that Rita had been seeing another two of Kate’s former boyfriends and I smile to this day 30 years later imaging how much fun they must have had.