Hello Readers,
Over the last 10 chapters, I have tried to establish your equations with my three loves - Steffi, Maya, and their Aunt Rita. This is the end of the introductions, and I know you've picked favorites - keep writing to me - love the encouragement. This is the 'introduction finale' for Aunt Rita. My next series takes these characters forward in their quest for love and lust.
Enjoy!
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Rita stood under the shower for the third time today. She was having a tough time holding onto the rails for balance while massaging her body clean from all of Daves' filth that covered her. Each day was getting progressively painful for her, and despite the immense pleasure she has received from Dave, his attitude towards her was becoming a matter of concern.
Stepping out from the cubicle, she grabbed her moist towel, and wiped herself dry. Skipping her usual night dress, which she had tossed out of the toilet window, she opted to wear her night gown instead, and slipped on a pair of fresh underwear; one of the few that satisfied the filters of - not cum-stained, not ruptured, not made of leather. She had to ignore the fact that this one had leather prints. Dave had bought it off some website for a special occasion, but for now, this is all she had to wear. Some light perfume dispelled the smell of his urine from her nostrils, although she had physically cleaned it a few minutes ago.
She spent the next few minutes tidying up the room, and eventually popped what Dave playfully called the 'baby pill'. When her hair was reasonably dry, she sat down in front of her dresser and started leisurely combing her growing tresses. The woman in the mirror now looked fresh and flush, although she was having a terrible time sitting on the velvet seat as well as keeping her thighs together. This dresser reminded her very distinctly of how it all started that fateful afternoon, and why both pairs of her lips were so swollen lately. She still remembered the gentleness of their sex from that day and how it had now transformed into merciless pistoning of her constantly gaping holes in every corner of her once-pious house.
The shrill ringtone of her phone brought her back to the present. Setting her comb aside, she gave the screen an angry stare and then finally clicked on the green circle.
"Hello"
"Hello Mrs. S, this is your gynecologist calling," Dave sniggered on the other end, as Rita leaned against her headboard to stretch out on her freshly made bed.
"I heard you participated in a 'Wet Shirts Contest' today, much like we watched on the tv the other day. Did you enjoy my improvisation?" Dave asked.
"You're a pig!" Rita replied sternly.
"Hey, don't snap at me. I was under the impression that you were more interested in those women on the screen than me!" Dave smiled, adjusting his erection under his boxers. "We've watched porn together many times now, but you seemed so transfixed by the contest that you did not even wince when I entered your bum, like you usually do. I felt a bit jealous, admittedly."
Rita knew exactly what Dave was talking about. Over the past few sessions, he had convinced her to watch porn with him, and it had spiced up their afternoons beyond what even Dave had imagined. He knew she was starved but had never realized that she was a terrific student and a fast learner too. On the other hand, Rita had never known that there were so many categories of sex, and that she fell into what he called the MILF segment.
She didn't mind the title though and had tried to emulate much of what Dave picked for her each afternoon. While most were within her grasp, pun intended, she was still working hard on completely swallowing each cum-load that Dave offered. And while the girls in the videos, at least the ones that he picked, seemed to enjoy having collars around their necks or cuffs around their wrists, Rita liked her hands-free. Fifty Shades of Grey, for instance, was one movie she had enjoyed only in parts, for this reason. However, she had occasionally agreed for him to tie her ankles to the bedposts, much upon his insistence.
But she truly was a good sport. She would roleplay as his friends' mom, who would always forget her towel in another room and needed the young friends' help. Or his committed tuition teacher, who would help her student focus on the crucial exams, by taking the wind out of his hard erection.
But their joint personal favorite was the one where she had to plead with her young kidnapper for her dear life. The only downside to that roleplay was that she was regularly losing some of her more expensive and revealing lingerie to the sharp edges of her captors knife. But the roughness and vigor of those sessions, where she offered each hole as ransom, were rich rewards for a few pieces of fabric that were meaningless to her anyway.
Dave had fleeting success surprising her with a video under the Bestiality category, but after the German Shepherd was done assaulting the young farm-girl, Rita had sworn never to click on that category again. The eventual sex, post his oath, had been nothing short of animalistic, though.
She despised the Lesbian category, and eventually Dave gave up trying to convince her to watch a few more videos. It wasn't that Rita was repulsed by the idea. In fact, in her younger days, her sister and Rita were what one would call, "innocently frisky". But the idea never appealed to her, as a piece of plastic could never replace a throbbing piece of thick meat, which was a key requirement for fulfilling her primal desire.
However, this 'Wet Shirts Contest', that Dave had casually put on the tv while pounding her during lunch, was one that she had found quite fascinating. Young teens were getting soaked with cold water while strangers judged their shivering busts, tearing through those meaningless tops. Something surely had clicked in her head while Dave had slowly slipped out of her clam and skillfully slid his member in her tiniest aperture.
"Hello! Are you still there? Or are you still picturing those young tits fall?"
"I'm not sure it's funny, Dave! Who gave you the license to urinate all over me today! Did you think it's a joke?" Rita snarled.
