X-Rated Romp Through Life

"My God. You have no idea. My God."

Then she came with such force that I thought that the eight or nine inch cock I was wielding must be doing some damage. It apparently wasn't if the orgasmic display my stepmother was exhibiting was any indication. The only problem with the device was that it had a serious dampening effect on my cock. I couldn't feel my stepmother's vagina, so I couldn't share in the sensation.

When my stepmother finished coming, I pulled out of her and took the condom and cock extension off. Then I reinserted my cock. My stepmother was still coming down from her orgasm when I rammed into her. She got a surprised look on her face, then she recovered and started the moaning that I recognized. It took me a few minutes before I came, but when I did I slammed into her with such force that she was driven up on the bed until her head hit the back board. My semen must have hit an especially sensitive spot inside my stepmother because she came without the usual masturbation.

As we lay together, my cock still embedded in my stepmother, my father drove in the yard.

"I guess we should get up and get ready for dinner," my stepmother said. But she just lay there with me inside her. When my cock began to harden, my stepmother pushed against me and told me that it would have to wait.

"Mom, do you mind if I borrow this thing?"

"No, just make sure that you don't hurt anyone with it, and use it with a condom."

I, cock standing out, and my stepmother, semen running down her legs, walked to the bathroom where we cleaned up for dinner.

The following Wednesday afternoon seemed to take forever to arrive. my history teacher, Mrs. Bangor, was her usual sexy and very seductive self as she lectured. I got the sensation that she was wearing neither bra nor panty as she lectured. At one point during the lecture, she gave me a look that said "I want you in me." I was afraid that if I went to her office, I would miss the meeting with Rhonda and Francine.

When everyone had left after class, I walked to the front where she was erasing notes on the board. I reached around her and took a breast in my hand. I was right, she wasn't wearing a bra. She turned her head and I kissed her. Then I pulled the hem of her dress up until my hand touched her crotch. Right again, no panties. I fondled her vagina until it was sopping wet, then I put a finger into her. There she was, trying to erase the board while I finger-fucked her. I circled her clitoris until she started to wobble in a way that telegraphed an orgasm. As she came, I shoved three fingers into her and fucked her with abandon. I had to take hold of her upper body with my arm that wasn't engaged at her crotch and prevented her from falling. I cupped a breast as I held her up.

I was amazed that I didn't come along with her, the sensation was so intense. When Mrs. Bangor was done coming, she stood erect and turned to me. She gave me a long and sensual kiss while running her hand over my cock.

"That was so sexy. I thought of fucking you during the entire class. It would be sexually over the top to be fucked by you in front of the class."

Mrs. Bangor then did the unthinkable: she took the fingers that I had fucked her with and put them in her mouth. She sucked each one clean of her juices. My cock wouldn't take much more, so I said that I had to go.

"Going to meet another of your many woman admirers?" she asked.

"Something like that," I said after I kissed her and told her that there were none as good as her.

I arrived at Rhonda's house a little after noon. Rhonda had lunch prepared: tuna salad sandwiches and soup. She was dressed fairly conservatively, in my opinion, given what he knew was going to take place. I didn't know that she had selected her clothes with ease of removal in mind, and she wasn't wearing underwear.

"Hi Bill, Francine will be right down, she just stepped out of the shower."

I walked right up to my aunt and gave her a kiss which she returned. I put a hand on her ass and guessed that there were no panties covering it. Given what I had done a short while ago with Mrs. Bangor, it didn't take much to get my cock's attention. My loose fitting pants soon ballooned out in front. Rhonda noticed the tent and cupped it with one hand. Then Francine walked in.

"So, are you two getting aquainted, or what?"

"Hi Francince. It's been forever since I saw you last."

"Yeah, it must have been in one of the photographs that your stepmother likes to take."

Francine was dressed, only just. She had on a robe that did more to reveal than to conceal. What she was concealing was sensational from my perspective. As she walked into the kitchen, she let go of the front of her robe which she had been holding together. By the time she reached me, her breasts were exposed. They were spectacular.

I had seen several copies of Playboy, and few could compare with what I saw before me.

"I hear that you have quite expert technique in several areas that might interest a woman."

"What do you mean?" I asked as I stared at her breasts, both sprouting amazingly rigid nipples.

Francine walked into me with her breasts, took one of my hands in hers, and put it on one breast. It was firm, almost hard. Her nipple was bullet-like.

"Would you like to fuck before or after lunch? Maybe you would like to fuck my mother first."

"I think I can work you both in before lunch," I said.

Rhonda started for another room which turned out to be her bedroom. She quickly got undressed and stood waiting for me to do the same. I first undressed Francine who was naked under her robe. I stood back to admire her. Her build was that of a dancer or maybe an artist's model, which she was. Her public hair was a light shade of red and did little to conceal her vaginal lips. I detected a redness along her vaginal lips that might mean that she was sexually aroused or had recently been fucked, surprise.

When I removed the last of my clothes, I had to decide who would be first. I had already fucked Rhonda several times, so I thought that she wouldn't mind if I chose Francine. I walked to her, took hold of her around the waist and pulled her into me and against my cock. Francine was clearly anxious for this to happen. She sank to her knees and took my cock in her mouth. Then Rhonda walked to me and kissed me. I was not about to leave Rhonda out of this and placed my hand on her vagina then pushed into her. As I did so, I recalled the cock extender that I had used with my stepmother. I also recalled what Rhonda had said about Francine being tighter than her. It was fortunate that I brought the extender along.

Francine wanted me to fuck her, so she ended the blowjob before I came. She stood while her mother was still sucking on my mouth with my finger inside her.

"Mother, would you mind if Bill fucked me now?"

"I'm sorry, dear. I must have gotten carried away."

Francine went to the bed and lay down on her back, legs spread as far as she could get them. Her vagina was pink inside and glistened with juice. I couldn't resist tasting her. I ran my tongue up the inside of one of her legs and placed my arms under them. When I reached her vagina, I lifted her legs just enough to give me easy access. When I found her clitoris, she began to buck. I moved my tongue from side to side then up and down. I managed to reach around her legs with one hand and find the area above her clitoris and pulled it up, giving me better access to her. She seemed to appreciate the effort.

Rhonda had focused on my cock while I ate her daughter. She lay on her back and got my cock in her mouth. I pushed down until Rhonda almost gagged, then pulled up to a position that would allow her to take control. When Francine showed signs of coming, I increased pressure on her just enough to bring her to orgasm. She must have had one of the ass centered orgasms in my opinion because she just kept ramming herself into my face. It was a miracle that I didn't suffer whiplash or a nose bleed as she came. When she had slowed enough, I again found her clitoris and sucked at it. Francine must not have experienced that before, because she began to scream and shake as I sucked. Then she came again. It was all that I could do to control my orgasm as Rhonda blew me.

"Now, just fuck me, Bill," Francine gasped as she lay with her legs outstretched.

Rhonda was reluctant to give up my cock, but she did at last. I climbed up onto Francine and put my cock into her, pushing it in as far as I could. Then I lay on her for a while to prevent coming prematurely. When I felt that I could start to truly fuck her, I pulled out then sank back in, increasing my speed with each stroke. Francine again began to moan and buck under me. She grabbed my ass cheeks and pulled me until it was difficult to pull out of her. It was clear that she wanted me in her more than out. During our drive toward sexual fulfilment, Rhonda retrieved a damp cloth and wiped her daughter's juices from my face; a thoughtful thing for a mother to do.

Then Francine came again, but this time I didn't hold back. I came with a force that she must have felt as my semen shoot into her, and with each shot she gasped.

Rhonda was sitting on the bed beside us when we came down. She had been masturbating. Her vaginal lips were spread and her juices were glistening along her crack.

"Oh fuck, that was beautiful," Rhonda said.

"You can say that several times," Francine whispered, my cock still inside her.

Rhonda was not to be left out of the activities. Watching was one thing, and a very enjoyable thing, but taking an active role was what she wanted. Her vagina was wet and in full bloom. Her labia were laying open like flower pedals. In the center of them was a pale pink glow that led to her vagina.

My cock had been erect for the best part of the day, but it wasn't yet done. I pulled slowly out of Francine and went to my pants where I found the cock enhancer.

"What the fuck is that?" Rhonda asked, as if she didn't know.

My cock was again showing life as I took the device and slid it in place. I put a condom over it. Rhonda watched the drama unfold with full knowledge that she was going to be the beneficiary of this thing.

Rhonda was almost beyond horny as I settled her back onto the bed. She spread her legs with her knees bent. I settled onto her with the fake cock laying on her crotch. Rhonda took the thing and brought it to her opening then pushed up. I saw the change in her expression as the monster cock entered her, then I slowly sank into her.

Rhonda had taken on many cocks of varying sizes over the years. She had learned that size does matter, so this was a cock that truly mattered. About nine inches in length and as big around as a junior league baseball bat, this cock was going to stretch the limits.

As the fake cock slid into her, it became apparent to Rhonda that masturbation would be beside the point. The girth of the thing took care of that. It rubbed against her clitoris continually as it went in and out.

"Go slow, Bill. I don't know if I can take it all."

I almost hit bottom when Rhonda said that she couldn't take any more; I pulled out. I began pumping faster since I now knew her limit. After about a minute of pumping, Rhonda told me to quicken the pace and slam all the way in.

Rhonda's breathing became ragged, her eyes rolled back in her head, and she began to gasp, then scream. Then she came.

I pounded into her as she came, her breasts flopping back and forth, her mouth open, her hands grasping my ass in an attempt to get me even further into her.

Rhonda was reluctant to let me out after she came. I told her that I had to remove the extender and would reenter her. It took only a few seconds to get the extender off, then I found her vagina with my very hard cock and drove it in with no preliminaries. She didn't show any sign that I was in her again, she was that stretched.

When I began to pump in and out, Rhonda awoke and got into the act. She rocked with me and bit her lips. I found her breasts, taking first one then the other in my mouth.

Francine was taking in the show from a nearby chair where she was masturbating while her mother was being fucked. I took a few seconds away from Rhonda's breasts to motion to Francine to join us.

She walked to the bed and lay beside her mother. I reached over and put my hand between her legs. While I fucked her mother, I fucked Francine with a finger, then two, then three. The sensation was more than I could control, and I came. I shot another load of semen into Rhonda. While I was coming, I wasn't able to move my fingers inside Francine, so I just kept them embedded up to my last knuckle.

Neither Rhonda nor Francine came with me. When I was finished, I lay with my cock in Rhonda and my fingers in Francine.

The remainder of the afternoon was spent on various surfaces. We fucked in Rhonda's room, in the shower and on the living room floor. When I left, my cock was almost raw from the number of times it had traveled into and out of the vagina's of both women. Both woman swore their undying love for my cock before I left, and Rhonda gave my cock extension a rave review.  

Chapter Twenty-Three

At nineteen, I thought that I had reached the maximum sexual experiences that I would ever enjoy; I was wrong. Although a lot of the women in the community were now aware of my sexual prowess, and many had experienced it, there were still those who didn't and hadn't. For one women who I thought felt she was a cut above the rest of the community, that was about to change.

I was working at the service station the following Saturday when a call came in from a woman whose car wouldn't start. She wanted a jump start or a tow to the station. I was dispatched.

The wrecker was equipped with everything needed to rescue most people from most car-related emergencies. A jump or tow were minor problems. As I drove to the location of the call, I thought about what I would do when I got there.

It turned out that the call came from a remote farm that was now occupied by a couple who decided that they would try to live a simpler life. They had electricity and a phone, but little else in the way of modern conveniences. Water came from a well and heat came from the wood that they gathered and burned in a large cast iron stove. The outhouse was their bathroom.

I hadn't seen much of the couple, since they were almost self-sufficient and rarely left the farm. Since I hadn't ever met the woman and rarely seen the man, I assumed that they were stuck up. I was obviously wrong once again.

I parked the wrecker in a circular drive and walked to the house. I knocked and waited. A short while later I was rewarded by the arrival of a woman a few years younger than my stepmother. She appeared to be very fit. She wore jeans and a flannel shirt. Her dark hair was pulled back in a pony tail held together by a ribbon.She had high cheek bones and a broad smile that was punctuated with brilliant white teeth. The woman opened the door and invited me in.

"Hi, my name is Morgan. You must be Bill. Charlie said that you would be coming."

As Morgan put out her hand to be shaken, I wondered if I had heard an emphasis on "coming." Her hand was calloused from hard work. Her grip was that of someone who was familiar with manual labor. I found myself becoming just slightly turned on by her, although she could probably have kicked my ass.

"I went out to start the car this morning, and the battery was dead. I need to make a trip to town to get some things before my husband gets home."

"Let's go out and see what the problem is," I said while trying my best to focus on her face.

We walked to a garage that the car shared with a tractor. I wondered why she hadn't thought of jumping the car from the tractor. The car was headed into the garage, making getting to the battery difficult. There wasn't much room between the car and tractor, making it hard to open the car's door and climbing in, but I managed to do it. Then I realized that I had forgotten the car's keys. I called out to Morgan for the keys and she squeezed in the give them to me.

When Morgan handed me the keys I caught a subtle whiff of perfume. It seemed out of place on a woman who led the life that she did. I also saw that she must have undone a couple of her shirt's buttons because the tops of her breasts were now forming a cleavage that I hadn't noticed before.

I put the key in the ignition and turned it; there was only a click from the starter. I turned on the lights and saw a dim glow on the wall in front of the car. This was a dead battery.

"We'll have to pull the car out of the garage to get the jumper cables attached," I told Morgan.

"OK, we can use the tractor since it's in the way."

Morgan climbed on the tractor seat with an impressive skill. She was clearly no stranger to the tractor. When she sat on the seat, I had a view of the top of her panties. They were yellow with a lace top. She started the engine and put it in reverse. In no time she had the tractor outside and backed up to the car. I pulled a tow chain from the bed of the wrecker and attached it to the car's hitch, then to the tractor. I went back to the car and climbed in. Morgan put the tractor in gear and slowly pulled the car out to where the hood could be opened.

As Morgan climbed down from the tractor, I waited on the ground to give her a hand.

"You don't think I'd fall from this thing, do you?"

"No, it's just that I'm used to giving women a hand where I can."

"Thank you, Bill," Morgan said as she reached out with a hand that I took. When she reached the ground, she hung onto my hand a little longer than was necessary, a move not lost on me, now an expert in the nonverbal messages that women sent, or so I thought.

I took the jumper cables from the wrecker, then drove the wrecker to the front of the car. I attached the cables and started the wrecker. Then I got into the car and started it.

"You should leave it running for a while to charge the battery, then bring it to the station where we can check out a few things so this doesn't happen again."

"OK. While were waiting to see if it will start again after charging, how about coming in for a cup of coffee and a roll; I baked this morning."

"That sounds great."

I followed Morgan into the house and into the kitchen which was very warm and pleasant, filled with the smell of freshly baked rolls.

"Can I wash my hands somewhere?" I asked.

Morgan poured some warm water into a pan from a kettle on the stove. I washed and wiped while Morgan poured coffee for us and took two rolls from a pan. Then we sat down opposite each other.

"Bill, I haven't seen you before. Where do you live?"

I went into a detailed description about where I lived and what I did besides working at the station. Before I knew it, the roll was gone and my cup empty.

"Would you like some more?"

"Maybe a little more coffee, but I'd like to use your bathroom if I can."

"You'll find it behind the garage. We don't have an indoor bathroom."

I went out and found the outhouse. It was the most comfortable one I had even seen. There was a small window with curtains on one wall. The seat was from an indoor toilet. There were magazines in a rack, but best was the absence of any odor.

"That is one great outhouse," I told Morgan when I got back.

"It's a natural composting toilet that prevents odors and never has to be moved."

Something else that I noticed when I returned was that Morgan had replaced her flannel shirt with a white blouse that was even lower on her breasts than the shirt. She also put on a skirt that seemed a little short for farm work. I had to wonder if that was a signal to me and decided that it was.

"Bill, do you have a girlfriend?" Morgan asked.