X-Rated Romp Through Life

I had learned over the last year that that was a sexually charged question if there ever was one. It was code for "would you like to fuck me." At least that was the assumption made by my always horny brain.

"No girlfriend in the common meaning. I do have friends who happen to be girls, but no romantic girlfriends."

"You're such a handsome guy, I would think that girls would be flocking all over you."

I decide to play the bumpkin and act like I didn't know what she was talking about.

"Most girls have better things to do than pay attention to me. I'm a J.C. student who also works at a service station, not exactly the world's best catch."

"But there are things other than long term plans that would attract girls to a handsome guy like you."

"What would those be?"

"Girls have needs just like guys. I'm sure you know that."

"What kinds of needs?"

"You know, sexual needs," Morgan said with a very pale blush that brought out an array of freckles across her nose.

I looked down at her chest where the tops of her breasts were exposed and noticed that the blush and freckles extended there. I also saw that her breathing seemed to be increasing because her breasts were being pushed up, forming an impressive cleavage.

"Do you see something that you like, Bill?"

"Yes, I've never seen such beautiful breasts. I mean I don't see your breasts, but I see their tops. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to embarrass you."

"That's OK, it's natural for a young man to be interested in a woman's breasts. I'm actually flattered that you find them beautiful. Would you like to see more of them? I mean all of them, not just their tops?"

"That would be great. I'd like that a lot."

I was playing the country kid to the hilt. My cock didn't know about that game, however. It was now standing out like a pitchfork handle. That was a metaphor that Morgan could appreciate.

Morgan unbuttoned her blouse and pulled it away from her shoulders and out of the waist band of her dress. Under the blouse was a yellow bra that matched the panties that I had seen earlier. The bra was made of thin material, not the kind one would expect to be worn by a farmer. Her nipples, now on prominent display, were pushing the fabric out and her areolas were clearly visible. Morgan then sat there while I stared at her chest.

"Do you like them, Bill? You can touch them if you want to."

I got up, my pants now tented by my cock, and went around the table. I stood behind Morgan and put my hands first on her bare shoulders then slid them down to cover each breast through the thin fabric. Morgan gave out a short gasp as I began to circle her nipples with my palms. They were rock solid. As I did this I also got as close to her exposed back as possible with the chair's back in my way. I was able to press my cock between her shoulder blades.

"Would you mind if I take my bra off?"

"No, I'd like that."

Morgan leaned forward, reached behind her, undid the single clasp and pulled the bra away from her body, letting it fall to the floor. I then returned to her nipples which were now fully exposed. Her breasts were full and slightly drooping, but they were the sexiest that I had seen.

"Have you seen a woman's breasts before, Bill?"

"In a magazine once," I lied. "They weren't as beautiful as yours."

"Would you like to suck them?"

"Yes, very much."

Morgan turned around on her chair then stood up facing me. She took my face in her hands and drew it to a breast which I began to kiss and then suck. While I was sucking her nipple, I fondled the other with my hand. My cock was battling against my pants all the time that my mouth was on Morgan's breast.

"Would you mind if I looked at your penis, Bill? It's only fair, don't you think?"

I, while maintaining the sucking action, unbuckled my belt and pulled my pants down. Then I pulled my briefs down, both bunching around my feet. My cock was standing straight out with a slight curve upward. Given that I had recently begun to shave it, it was smooth and more pleasant for a woman to suck. I wondered if Morgan would recognize that it was unnaturally hairless.

"Has a woman ever put your penis in her mouth, Bill?"

"No, I've only jacked off. I have dreamed of a woman doing that, but I didn't think women actually did that."

"Some do, especially if they come across a cock as pretty as yours."

Morgan then sank to her knees so that her mouth was even with my cock. She first ran her tongue over the tip and along its length. Then she put the head in her mouth and got it wet before starting to move her mouth down the entire shaft. She made it about half way before backing off and repeating the process. While Morgan gave me an expert blowjob, I took my shirt off. Then I worked my pants and briefs off over my shoes. How I prevented coming in Morgan's mouth was a miracle. She was clearly an expert at the art.

I was more interested in getting my cock into Morgan's vagina than coming in her mouth, so I reached down and helped her to her feet. Her face was flushed and her breathing raspy. I reached for her belt and undid it. Morgan took over and was out of her skirt and had her panties off before I could remove my shoes. There we stood, facing each other, my cock sniffing at the entrance to her vagina.

Morgan took hold of my cock and jacked me off as she kissed me. I found the entrance to her vagina and slid a finger along it before sliding it entirely into her up to my last knuckle. She was so wet that she almost dripped on the floor.

"Have you put your penis in a woman before, Bill?"

"No, I've just dreamed of it while jacking off. Can I put mine in you now?"

"I would like that. Where should we do it?"

"Here on the counter," I said, not wanting to delay the act.

I kept my finger in Morgan as we walked the short distance to the kitchen counter. It was just the right height for me to get my cock into her if she sat on its edge.I took my finger out, making sure to slide it slowly over her clitoris, then helped her to get on the counter. With her legs spread, I moved between them and, with her help, slid my cock into her to the very bottom.

"Oh fuck. That's so good. Now slide in and out as fast as you can."

I began to pump into her as she worked on her clitoris. It took her about two minutes to come the first time. She wrapped her legs around me and kept me in her as she came. I controlled the onset of my orgasm until she was able to have two more. Near the end of my ability to keep from coming, I bent and took a nipple in my mouth. I sucked and chewed until she began to quake and shake like she might be having convulsions. Then I came with her, pumping semen into her like it was coming from a fire hose.

"Are you sure you've never fucked a woman. Your cock tells me otherwise," Morgan dreamily mouthed, my cock still in her.

"No, you're the first," I said while wondering where the "cock" and "fuck" had come from.

"You're a natural. You'll make many a woman happy with that cock."

With that, my cock began to find its second breath. As it lay in Morgan, it hardened as her eyes widen in surprise.

"Your cock is getting hard again. What have you been eating?"

"Nothing but good old home cooked food that my step mom makes."

"Let me know what that is so I can feed it to my husband. In all my years, I haven't felt a cock actually get hard while still inside me."

Then I began hammering into her. I lifted her off the counter with both hands under her ass. I walked her toward a room that looked like it might have a more comfortable place for her to lie. It was a living room where there was a big, overstuffed chair. I lowered her to the chair and resumed fucking her with more force than was required, but which she seemed to enjoy if her gasps and eye rolling were any indication. Then she came again. The way in which Morgan came was so dramatic, that I couldn't hold back. She pushed up as if she was trying to throw me off, but the opposite was true: she was trying to get my cock as far into her as possible. While she was coming, her breasts moved around her chest from side to side and up and down. When my semen shot into Morgan, she increased her convulsive motion.

It required several minutes for both me and Morgan to recover. While we regained our ability to speak and stand, Morgan opened her eyes and said, "I lied to you, Bill. My car didn't have a dead battery. I drained it by leaving the lights on from the time my husband left until I called the station. I knew that you would come to jump start me, and you sure jump started me. You came to mind when I made the decision to break out of the monastery I live in. I've been so horny for so long that I can no longer satisfy myself. My husband is the only man I've ever fucked. I decided that had to end. When you drove in today, I knew that I had to get you in my pants."

"I have a confession as well. I lied about being a virgin."

"I suspected that you were too expert to be a virgin."

"Thanks, but doesn't your husband ever satisfy you? Your body is the greatest. I don't think I've ever felt a more stimulating vagina than yours, and your breasts are so big and round with the greatest nipples. How can he not know that?"

"He likes to commune with nature and a few of the women who live along the river."

"That's too bad."

"Yes it is, but how about when we fuck we forget about him and you call it my cunt and my tits and I'll call your penis your cock?"

"OK, your cunt was beyond good. I'd like very much to put my tongue into it. But there is one thing that really turns me on."

"What's that?"

"A neatly trimmed cunt. That lets me get my tongue and lips on you without the bother of hair."

"Would you do that for me?"

"I'd love to, but would your husband get suspicious?"

"He hasn't been near my cunt in a long time, so no, I don't think he'll notice."

Morgan and I got up and went into the kitchen. She found a pair of scissors then went to a cabinet where she picked up shaving cream and a razor. She came back and sat down on a towel that she spread on a chair. I poured warm water from a kettle on the stove into a dish pan and placed it on the floor near Morgan's legs. I pushed Morgan's legs apart until her cunt was exposed, then I set to work.

I first combed Morgan's pubic hair, then gently clipped. It didn't take long to reduce the hair to a butch that could be easily shaved. I put some of the shaving cream on the palm of one hand then transferred it to Morgan's cunt with the finger tips of the other. Morgan appeared to be enjoying the sensation. I began to slowly shave her. I worked carefully until there was just a shadow of hair above her cunt.

When I was satisfied with my work, I held a hand mirror to Morgan's cunt and asked her opinion.

"That's great. I should have done that years ago. I didn't know that my cunt was that attractive."

"It's beautiful."

I then wet a cloth in the dish pan and cleaned off the remaining shaving cream. As I did so, I made an effort to stimulate Morgan's clitoris; it worked. Morgan held my hand against her cunt and moved it around.

I decided to show her what I meant when I told her about liking to give pleasure with my tongue. I put the cloth down and moved my head up so that my tongue could touch her cunt and clitoris. I slid my tongue from the bottom of her cunt, up her crack, and settled on her clitoris which I gave a few licks. Then I repeated it, but this time I stopped at the opening of her cunt and tried to get my tongue into her.

With my tongue as stiff as I could make it, I forced it into her a short way, then began to move it back and forth. Morgan took hold of the back of my head and pushed me into her until I couldn't breathe. I had to pull back to take a breath, then went at her clitoris with a vengeance. My cock was so hard that it was pushing against my stomach.

Morgan's gasps gave away that fact that she was about to erupt in orgasm. When she did come, I quickly moved my mouth from her cunt and up her body until my cock was at her cunt. I didn't hestitate to drive it into her with all the force I could manage from my position. Morgan seemed to appreciate the effort and continued to come. She pulled me into her as her tits bounced in my face. I was able to grab one nipple with my mouth as it passed by. That just added to Morgan's pleasure.

I didn't come with Morgan, but when she was done, I picked her up, my cock still impaling her, and sat her on the kitchen table. I began a new episode of plain old fucking. When I did come, I opened my eyes long enough to see through the window that faced the river. A man, probably Morgan's husband, was walking up the river bank.

"I think your husband is coming home."

"Oh fuck, he would decide to come home now."

I pulled out of Morgan whose cunt was now open from our fuckfest. Her cunt was gorgeous with its new haircut. My semen was beginning to slowly ooze out of it. Then we set to work to get dressed as quickly as possible.

By the time Morgan's husband opened the kitchen door, Morgan and I were sitting at the table where we had just fucked. The instruments that I used to shave Morgan's cunt were put away. The only item not in place was Morgan's underwear. I could see her nipples under the blouse and knew that my semen was still dribbling from her cunt. My cock gave a slight jerk with the knowledge.

"The car's running. Is there something wrong with it?" her husband asked as he came in the kitchen.

"The battery was dead, so I called for a jump. Bill told me to leave it run to see if it's the battery or something else."

"Oh, OK. Thanks for rescuing her, Bill. She has to go into town for groceries from time to time, so the car has to work."

"Sure, it's my pleasure," I said. I truly meant it.

I got up and said that I had to get back to the station before they started worrying about me.

"What do I owe you, Bill?" Morgan asked.

"It'll be our community contribution for the day. No charge."

"Thank you, but I'll owe you.."

"I'll remember that."

"I'll just go out and see if the car will start again," Morgan said.

Morgan and I walked to the garage together. When we reached the car, Morgan got in and turned it off. It restarted with no hestitation. She winked at me and swung her left leg out of the car where she left it. Her dress crept up her leg, exposing her cunt. She reached down with a finger, ran it inside her, then put the finger in her mouth and sucked it. "Mmmm, that's good. I look forward to tasting a mouth full soon."

I glanced toward the house and saw that no one was watching, so I reached down and ran one of my fingers into Morgan's cunt and did what she had just done. "Mmmm, I see what you mean. You have the tastiest cunt around."

"You've tasted a lot of cunts, I guess."

"A few, but yours is the best so far. I want to taste it again soon. I work nights at the station. Stop by and we'll check out your battery."

"If my husband lets me get away."

"Maybe you can call me when he's gone."

"OK, but you better leave now before I have to grab your cock and suck on it right here and now."

With that to contemplate, I climbed into the wrecker, cock at full strength, and drove off.

I drove the wrecker into the station's yard and climbed down. Charlie was pumping gas as I walked toward the office to hang up the keys.

"That took a while to just give a jump start," Charlie said in a scolding tone.

"Yeah, it was more than just a dead battery. The alternator belt was loose and there was a blown fuse that I was able to replace. Then I stuck around for a while to see if the alternator was working."

"OK, there's nothing like giving full service, I always say. What did you charge her?"

"The usual for a jump: $25."

I went in the office, took the money from my wallet and wrote up a receipt, then put the money in the register. It was going to be a free labor day for me, but it was worth it.

The rest of the day went along without any hitches. Rebecca hadn't come to the station, so I wasn't called on to give her full service, which was just as well because my cock was a little fatigued. But then I thought about what Rebecca offered, and my cock began to climb out of its fatigued state.   Chapter Twenty-Four

The following week was more of the same. I now had such a group of women who seemed to be depending on me that it was hard to know which one to visit next. Then the problem solved itself, at least for a short time.

The Librarian called me at home and asked if I could come to her house following class one day that week. I thought that would work, so I agreed to Tuesday. I was hoping to have another opportunity with Morgan on Monday.

Monday afternoon arrived, and as I was getting prepared for work at the station, my stepmother came into my room without knocking, something she had started to do after we began our sexual life together.

"There's a call for you, Bill. It's a woman who says that you know her. Her name is Morgan. Is she one of your many girlfriends?" she said with a slightly jealous tone.

"She's a woman whose car I jump started over the weekend."

"I'll bet you jump started more than her car."

"Maybe."

I went to the phone and said "Hi Morgan. How are you?"

"I'm well, but I'd be a lot better if you were here. Would you by any chance be available this evening?"

"I'll be at the station, so I won't be able to go to your place."

"OK, I'll come to the station, if you don't mind."

"Mind? I'd more than love to have you come to the station. Do you need a lube job?"

"You could say that."

"Great, I'll see you this evening."

"So, she needs a lube job does she?" my stepmother said.

"Were you listening in on another phone?"

"Yes I was."

"That's not very nice, but I'm flattered that you're jealous."

I walked to my stepmother where she stood near the entrance to the kitchen. I put my arms around her and gave her a long and unsonlike kiss. When I pulled my tongue out of her mouth, I reached under her robe and caressed her vagina. It wasn't yet wet, but it was getting there.

"Would you like to be the warmup to this evening? You must know by now that yours is my favorite cunt. It fits me just right. And your tits are perfectly formed for my hands."

"What happened to vagina and breasts?"

"I find that cunt and tits are more sexy. Those terms get my cock a little harder than breasts and vagina."

"Then, by all means, it's tits and cunt."

We walked into my room as my stepmother removed her robe, exposing her back as she walked. When we reached my room, I quickly got out of the clothes I had just gotten into. When I pulled down my briefs, my cock sprang up and pointed at my stepmother's cunt as though it wanted in.

"Fuck me, Bill," my stepmother whispered as she lay back on my bed, her legs spread as far as they would go. Then she bent her knees to put her cunt in a better position for the cock that was about to penetrate her. Then we just fucked like two people possessed. There were no preliminaries; it was just carnal fucking at its best.

When I began to come, my stepmother put a hand between us and masturbated. We came together. It was a minor miracle that my bed didn't collapse with the force of my thrusts into her.

When we were both over our orgasmic trauma, we looked like we had gone through a tornado. My stepmother's hair was a mess, her makeup was smeared and her eyes were those of a wild person.

"What did that tell you about how I feel about you and your beyond sexy body?"

"Oh, fuck. I think my cunt is sprained." Then we both laughed.

I arrived at the station a few minutes late. Charlie had gone to town for some parts and wouldn't be back. Rebecca had control of things, which were very quiet. Rebecca was sitting behind the counter reading a magazine. She looked up and smiled.