Junior Year Box Set

Rita didn’t hesitate; then she helped me undress. I checked, and she was wet. I fetched a condom out of my pants and put it on. Rita had a little smile when she saw what I was up to. This was not how my fantasy had played out in my mind, but I was about to have sex with the great Rita James.

“Put me in,” I ordered.

Rita reached down and placed my member at the entrance to her sex. There is a saying about when you ‘assume’ something, it makes an ‘ass’ out of ‘u’ and ‘me.’ Well, I assumed that Rita would be loose after two kids and from being older. I was wrong. I found out later that she hadn’t had sex for nearly three years. How that was even possible boggled my mind.

Mr. Happy found his one true religion once he entered his new holy sanctuary. If Hannah Minacci and Adrienne were even close to this good, I would die a happy man after I experienced all three of my fantasy girls.

“You’re so big!” she exclaimed as I hit bottom.

From massaging her body, I knew what would trigger a response out of her, so making her climax the first time was easy. Rita’s breasts were small, not quite B-cups, but they were hypersensitive.

“Oh, shit,” she moaned as I began to pump into her.

Rita absorbed each thrust. I raised her legs one at a time and put both of them over my shoulders. Folded in half, I pounded her. This was part of my fantasy from my youth that I wanted to live out.

“The rumors are true. I hoped they were, but never thought someone your age had it in him,” Rita cooed. “Yes, please, please do me with that big tool.”

She was made for this. Her hot body had been created for this very purpose: me pounding into her.

“Do me, please! Do me harder! This body is yours! Use it! Use me!” she wailed as she dug her fingernails into my back.

“Uh, uh, uh!” I panted like a tennis player when he hit a good shot.

Rita’s magical mound was doing things to my manhood, and I didn’t have much time left. I ran my lips up her long elegant neck and bit down gently. My right hand grabbed her left breast, and I used my thumb to strum its underside while using two fingers to clamp down on her nipple. Our hips were at an angle such that when we came together, my pelvic bone would grind against her clitoris. I sat up and used my left hand to capture her neck and apply a little pressure. Rita’s face started to darken, and then it happened.

“Ghhhhaaawddd!” she screamed.

I might have to get my hearing checked. I hadn’t counted on her legs being on my shoulders presenting a problem. That was until she clamped them around my neck and began to squeeze the life out of me. I might have been able to fight her off but for the fact that I was in the middle of the best orgasm of my life. I hammered her for another few strokes as my orgasm overcame me. That was when I started to see spots in my vision … and then nothing.

“Ohmygod! Ohmygod!” Rita panicked as I started to come back around.

I shook my head, which was a mistake.

“Damn, woman, I think you tried to kill me,” I complained.

“You’re alive. Oh my God, I thought I’d killed you,” she said and then kissed my face all over.

I held Rita at arm’s length and took a good look at her.

“How are you? Are you feeling better?” I asked.

Rita smiled and bit her lip, apparently even liking me holding her by her shoulders like that.

“If I said no, could we do it again?”

“Even if you said yes, we could do it again.”

“Then, yes. Do you have more condoms?”

“In my pants.”

Almost dying didn’t mean I got to rest. Rita rolled me on my back and used me as a human sex toy, and I, of course, let her. This was much more unhurried, and I worried from her expression that she might be falling for me. I would have to be careful with her emotions and not say anything to lead her on.

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When we were done, we took a shower. The two of us spent the rest of the day exploring what Catalina Island had to offer. At one point, Rita became quiet as we strolled. She still seemed a bit out of it, like she was deep in thought.

“Rita, are you okay?” I asked.

“Yeah, I guess. I’m worried what you think of me. Am I a bad mother, after what we just did?” she asked.

I stopped and looked down as I pinched the bridge of my nose. I slowly let my breath out, then looked up at her.

“Tell me about your ex and what he did that Halle told me about,” I said.

Rita gave me a tight smile.

“I once saw a doctor about this. He prescribed pills that made me feel like shit,” she said and then sighed. “When I get under stress, I get all bound-up inside. I soon become a raving bitch and take it out on everyone around me. Over the years, I’ve learned to control it some, but I did find one cure.

“Sometimes, I just need to get it all out. The doctor I consulted told me that sometimes you simply need what he called ‘a catharsis,’ an emotional cleansing. That’s what Halle’s dad used to help me with. He would help me cry like you did today.