Yours Lustfully Ch 06

Hello Readers,

Not sure why, but Ch. 05 did not receive the same love as the other chapters. I always look forward to your feedback and areas you'd like me to focus on. Do drop a note or comment.

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The gym session this morning was tough. Rita wasn't used to working out without any undergarments, and despite not working out for the past few days, she could feel her muscles burn throughout the workout. Her fellow gym member on the adjoining treadmill was finding it difficult to focus on his run, with the sultry image of the freely bouncing breasts of a middle-aged woman, in the mirror in front of him.

Rita cut short her workout, as her tight gym pants dug into her groin, forming a very visible camel toe. She also found it very improper to constantly pull out the fabric from her ass, every few minutes. Although she had a few admirers on her walk to her home, she could clearly see them letch more openly at her today, and she picked up her pace to get there as soon as possible.

As she walked up the steps, she paused momentarily to quickly pluck out the gym pants, which were now tightly hugging her groin, distinctly outlining every feature of her pelvis. She stopped cold on the final flight of stairs, not expecting a visitor.

"Hello Aunty," Dave said, getting up from the stairs. "Are you coming back from the gym?" he winked.

"Oh Dave, hi, wasn't expecting you. Have you been waiting long," she asked with annoyance, running up the last few stairs, fumbling with the keys in her hand. Dave moved out of her way, and leaned against the wall by the door, as the conscious housewife tried her best to unlock the door as quickly as possible. With no one else in sight, he purposefully placed his hand on her butt, giving it a tight squeeze, as the door clicked open. Dave followed her in and shut the door behind her.

"What the hell are you doing here? I told you I was busy today," she yelled, throwing her water bottle on the floor. Dave slowly walked towards her, and held her tightly by the arms, looking down into her eyes.

"Rita, calm down," he said softly. "I just came over to say that my dad is taking the day off tomorrow, and that my parents are going away tonight for a long weekend."

"I already know that," she replied, trying to free herself from his grip. "Your mom texted me yesterday, requesting me to take care of you."

"Then why don't you?" he said, pushing her against the wall.

"Dave, behave! You can't just order me around like this. I'm not in the mood for.." but before she could finish, he put his hand over her groin and pulled her towards himself.

"In the mood for what, Aunty?" he asked, massaging her groin.

"Not in the mood, huh? Where are your panties, Rita?" he asked, pinching her pussy lips over her gym pants.

"Dave, please, I'm just back from the gym, and.." her pleas were getting weaker, and Dave let go off her shoulder. With his strong butch hands, he held the fabric around her groin, and split it wide open, letting the sound rip through the quiet house.

"I know you're back from the gym, Rita. I can smell it off you. But what I can also smell is your desire," he said, pushing his thumb and index finger through the split and into her wet pussy. Rita was mumbling now, and while her face showed anger, she was forced to bite her lip as he tugged on her erect clit.

Dave pulled out his fingers and brought it close to her nose. "Smell this, Rita. Seems like your body is still craving for a workout." Rita was intoxicated by the smell of her own shameless juices and didn't realize that Dave had already pulled out his hard cock from his sweatpants.

Bending his knees slightly, he positioned the head just under her vagina, and guided it into her, lifting her against the wall.

"Oh God!" she moaned, as Dave lifted her by her thighs, with her back against the wall. With her ass in his palms, Dave started slamming his penis into her, with her fabric splitting all the way from the front. Rita was bouncing on his arms, holding onto his head, as her ass slapped against the wall with every thrust.

"So how was your run this morning, love?" Dave asked, licking her face like a dog.

"It was tough. Everyone in the gym knew I'm naked inside. The instructor spent a lifetime teaching me how to do planks, which was tough, because my pants kept getting stuck in my ass," she cobbled up these sentences bit by bit, as gathered pace.

"Yes, your ass has a relationship status of its own with the world. Don't let your trainer get this deep in it," Dave replied, digging his fingers into her fabric. "Hang on to me, Rita," he said, as she hugged him tight.

Dave started walking very slowly towards the bedroom, with his erect penis deeply lodged into her, enjoying her mews in his ears. When he reached the base of the bed, he gently rolled her onto her back, without taking out his member. With her thighs on his shoulders, he reached out to the zipper on her jacket, and lowered it all the way down to her navel. Her pink, sports bra came in his plain view, and dug his fingers into its base to push it over her chest. He was delighted to find no bra underneath, and he pulled her erect nipples as high as he could.

"Stop!" she yelled, as he let them drop, causing her flesh to wobble.

"You've made me very happy Rita. It's time for some reward," he said, sinking his teeth into her right left thigh. Rita moaned, very much a bitch in heat, pushing her groin up against his.

"Patience, baby," he said, gently pushing her thighs open and placing them on the mattress. He lowered his face into her cleavage, started licking her insides. "You taste delicious, Rita. All this sweat! Raise your arms," he whispered through her bosom.

Rita gingerly raised her arms over her head and Dave moved his face over her arm pit, taking a long whiff. "Nice stubble," he said, licking it very tenderly, creating a tingling sensation in her body.

"Ok, ok, I'll fuck you. But promise me one thing - you'll never throw these pants. Promise?" he asked, aligning his thighs with the mattress.

"I promise," she said, biting her lip, as Dave sank into her. Dave got his face over hers, and kissed her deep, as their groins started slapping against each other. He held her arms over her head but could resist her thighs from circling his waist. Rita felt she would pass out, but Dave was in no mood to break the kiss. As she struggled in his grip, she could feel her dam break down below, as wave after wave drenched his plundering penis. He finally broke the kiss, as he noticed how red her face had become. Rhythmically, they matched each other's pace, without breaking eye contact.

The once lonely housewife admired the face of her young and handsome lover, so eager to devour her. As his sweat dripped of his nose onto her lips, she licked it hungrily, egging him on to increase his pace. The bed trembled under the action, as the old furniture creaked each time her ass hit the mattress. Dave went back to licking her face, something Rita found unusually erotic. Each time the tip of his tongue grazed past her lips, she opened them in desperation, to kiss with whatever energy was left in her aging body.

Without warning Dave pulled out of her pushed his penis in between her deep cleavage, reaching the base of her dislodged sports bra. Rita could feel his spurts hit the base of her neck, as he held her head steady with his hands. Sitting on her torso, Dave looked down at how he soaked her chest completely, as his jizz trickled down the side of her neck and settled on the top of her breasts. He looked into those brown eyes, which were looking at him through the sweaty strands of hair, randomly flowing off her forehead.

Sliding his spent manhood out of her valley, he fell to a side, and placed his head over her heaving breasts, on perhaps the softest pillow he had ever slept on. Rita somehow managed to cradle his head in her arms, comforting her lover in an oddly maternal way. Dave circled her torso with his arm, and pulled himself closer to her body, trying not get repelled by the stench of his own juices on her breasts. No one spoke a word for another fifteen minutes or so.

"Sorry about this," Dave said, tugging at the shreds of her gym pants. "I lost my control."

"Ouch," she winged, as he pinched her pubes, by mistake. "You've got a nice matting here," he said, running his fingers over her moist groin. Rita was still panting rather heavily, exhausted by the exertions of this morning. Dave groaned as he lifted himself by his side and rested his other arm over her cleavage, watchful of his elbow digging into her. "Hey, you're breathing awfully heavily. Are you alright?" he asked, suddenly concerned.

"Yes, I am fine," she replied, straightening out her arm between them. "Just not used to this level of activity at 42 years of age. You need to remember I had a pretty long dry run."

Dave smiled, and lifted his arm to place his hand on her groin again. "You're telling me! It's like a dam breaks inside you, even if I touch you. Had I not known of your dry run, I would have taken this as a personal compliment," he said, frowning in contemplation.

Rita caught hold of his hand and pressed his open palm down on her groin. "It is you, Dave. I think, without saying much, you'd agree that this isn't the first time I'm having sex. But I've never experienced this level of passion. And your generation seems far more evolved than the men I had been with. I'd be cleaning their mess even before I'd taken my full kit off, and then try and make them feel good about that! Although not quite sure why you finished up here rather than down there," she asked innocently.

"Men, huh? So, there were more men than that college ass worshiper of yours?" Dave deliberately avoiding mentioning her husband, not to sullen the mood. He also realized that Rita was in the mood to talk, which was a part of his plan for her.

"Well, there were a few during school and university," she responded, tightening her thighs over his meandering hand.

"And, at what age did you lose your cherry, Mrs. S? And I'm referring to your frontal cherry," he asked, bringing on his boyish charm.

"Hmm, let me think. I was fifteen. And that's all you need to know," she responded, with an unexplained change of expression, which Dave interpreted to be shame. Dave did not need to know that it was his maternal uncle who had knocked that wall down forever!

"Hey, relax. Tell me if you'd want to. Didn't mean to upset you. Here, let me make it up to you," he said, leaning over to kiss her. Although she was still lost in her thoughts, her lips picked up his rhythm, as she immersed herself in a kiss that was less passionate, but far more tender. After all the intensity of the past few days, Rita was finally getting aligned with his characteristics, although one particular characteristic was beginning to grow against her thigh.

"Don't you ever get tired, Dave?" she asked, wrapping her hand around his erect penis, covering a quarter of it.

"Not if you keep gripping it like this," he said, as she tightened her grip. "Rita, hand me that nail clipper please."

Odd request as it was, Rita turned over to her side table, and picked up the little metal tool. "Thanks, and stay like this, on your side."

"Ok, but what do you.." and her question was answered before she could complete. Dave dug the sharp edge of the cutter in between her gym bottoms and slit it all the way along her ass crack. He threw the cutter behind him, onto the floor.

"I love these gym pants of yours, Rita. Remember to wear them tomorrow," he laughed. Rita lifted her right thigh and placed her right foot on top of her left calf.

"Sure, Dave. Anything else?" Placing his hand on her belly, Dave pushed his penis into her tight asshole, an action that hurt her, but didn't surprise her as much. He let out a moan, and she bit on his other hand to conceal hers.

"Dave, is it all in yet?" Rita asked, knowing the answer well enough by now.

"No, it isn't. I intend on keeping it this way," he said, matching her swerve with his.

"Dave, please," she said, wiggling her ass on his stiff penis.

"Please what, baby?" pinching harshly on her erect nipples, causing her to wince in pain. Rita reached as far as she could behind her, and put her hand in his sweatpants back pocket, pushing her palm against his tight ass. "Tell me, Rita. Mewing like a lamb won't tell me what you want. I want the slut in you to tell me what she wants."

Rita was losing her senses, with Dave plundering her ass and mauling her breasts, but didn't want to give in just yet. "Don't call me that. Whatever happened to the respect?" she said, curling her nails in his back pocket.

"Hmm. In that case, let me not demean you," he said, slowly withdrawing his terrific member, making her walls convulse.

"No Dave. Slam it in. If this is what you want. You've called me a bitch, and if that's what I am, then treat me like one. Please!" she yelled and dug her nails into his ass.

Dave pulled out completely, going against the run of play. Pulling Rita up by her waist, he turned her parallel to the headrest, facing the mirror in the room which they had famously placed on that fateful afternoon.

"Rita, look at yourself in the mirror. Today, I'll teach you what being a bitch really means." Craning her neck slightly, she looked at the woman who had her back covered by a gym jacket, and two huge ass checks pointing in the air. By the side of her bent knees were two hairy thighs, which led up to a shining, hard penis, pointing straight at her ass.

"Rita, prop yourself up on your arms, plank position."

Very gingerly, Rita pushed up her top frame, with her breasts hanging through her open jacket. "Now, bark!" he yelled.

'What? Are you insane?" she said, turning around to look at him.

"Bark, you bitch," he said, with several hard slaps across her ass cheeks.

"Dave, no!" And another slap. And she barked, in a way that all the dogs in the neighborhood stood to attention, as Dave entered her tight asshole in one, savage thrust.

Grabbing her hair in a bunch, Rita noticed through her teary eyes, as his abs crunched each time he entered her.

"Keep barking," he ordered, pulling on her hair, and she obliged, in pain and pleasure.

"This is what you wanted, right?" he asked, hitting against that puckered hole.

"No!" she cried, pushing her ass against his groin, matching his movement. She noticed how her breasts swung in the air, with a line of sweat trickling down his dried up semen on top of them. Rita could feel her weight on her arms, and slumped onto the bed, face first, as Dave kept attacking her with renewed vigor. Her lower back had been tested over the past few days, but today was exceptional. Dave held on to her waist for support, screaming into the silence of their love nest. And, although she bit into the bedsheet, in a moment of eternal embarrassment for Rita, jets of warm fluid spurt out of her unused hole, hitting their thighs in unison.

Encouraged by her response, Dave dug his fingers into her tattered pants and pulled them apart with his all the force he could muster, presenting her bare, red ass for his enjoyment. Letting go of her waist, he once again grabbed hold of her hair, raising her flushed, wet face from the bedding, and went into his final lap of mad passion.

"Oh Rita, be careful what you ask for the next time," he said, as he slapped her ass a few more times, eliciting fresh tears from the helplessly horny housewife. "Here it comes," he announced, before filling her ass with his own fluids, and collapsed on top of his rag doll.

Both lay motionless for a few minutes, with the exception of his penis retracting from her stretched asshole yet staying partially in her crevice. Rita was lying flat out on the bed, with all her energy up in fumes. She felt the air come back into her lungs, as Dave rolled off of her, and lay down panting by her side, facing her disheveled face.

"Hey love, are you OK?" he asked, with a reasonably weak expectation of a plausible answer. He dropped his arm on her back and rest his palm on her soft flesh. "I never thought I'd say this so early in my fantasy with you, but I think we need to take a break." Rita half opened her eyes, and he could sense concern in those big wells of lust. "Else, we'll just end up killing each other!" He smiled, and she managed to crease her lips to smile back at him.

"Dave," she said, panting on her belly, "I was almost dead before I met you. You can't kill me now." Patting her spongy buttock, Dave kissed her on the forehead, before the two drifted into another afternoon siesta.

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