X-Rated Romp Through Life

By the time I had shot the last of my semen into Mary's mouth, I found that my cock had lost only a little of its rigidity. Mary pulled her finger out of my ass and her mouth off my cock at the same time. She then stood, removed the glove, washed her hands and began to get undressed.

"Now, Bill, would you do the same for me? I have another glove here."

Mary took the glove out and gave it to me. I put it on my right hand rather expertly and held it up as though I was going to perform surgery. Mary walked into the other side of the counter and lay back on a table, first covering it with their clothes. I got between her legs, placing them on my shoulders. I pulled her ass over the edge of the table so I could reach her ass. I then followed Mary's example by putting the middle finger in my mouth to add my saliva as lubricant. I quickly reached down and found her asshole and inserted a finger very slowly until I was all the way in. I put my mouth on her cunt and began to slip my tongue up and down on her crack then up to her clitoris. My other hand was still unoccupied, so I slid first one then two fingers into her cunt. I found the whole process to be more complicated than I first thought it might be. I found that if I just kept my fingers in her cunt and wiggled it around while finger fucking her in the ass and sucking on her clitoris, she seemed to be near hysterics.

Mary clearly appreciated the job I was performing because she moaned and breathed harder and harder until she came. She pushed her cunt into my mouth, making it difficult to maintain my grip on her clitoris. As Mary came she screamed as though being assaulted; in a sense she was. My oral grip on her clitoris was almost unbearable for her. She had to finally pulled my head away from her cunt as she gasped.

I found that the whole thing had taken about two minutes during which time my cock stood up waiting to get into her cunt. As Mary continued to hyperventilate and moan, I used my hand to slip the head into her now slick cunt. There was so little resistance that I continued to the bottom. With her legs on my shoulders, I was able to get into her as deep as possible. Mary seemed to appreciate the thought if her next move was any indication. She grabbed my ass with both hands and pulled me in a few millimeters further.

After I felt my cock hit something, I thought it was time to begin moving. I pulled out then slammed in, pushing her back on the table until I had to pull her back toward my cock.

The bell didn't signal the end of the session, but it did mark the arrival of a car at the pumps. I looked out and saw a familiar car. It belonged to Agnes, Jason's stepmother. Rebecca went out to pump gas and talk. I saw Rebecca stand aside and point to the window behind which I and Mary were fucking.

Agnes got out of her car and walked to the office door where she disappeared from my view. As I slammed into Mary, I heard Agnes's footsteps approach. I looked over my shoulder as Agnes walked up to us.

"Hi, Bill. I thought that you would like to know that Jason is coming home this weekend. I hoped that you could come over and visit." Agnes talked to me as though I was pumping gas into her car, not pumping my cock into Mary.

I removed one of my hands from Mary's hip and extended it to Agnes's nearest tit. I found the place where her nipple would be and circled it. Agnes moved in closer and unzipped her dress, letting the top fall around her waist. She then undid her bra and put it on the table. When she was nude from the waist up, Agnes moved into me so I could bend my body down to a tit and suck while I fucked Mary.

To give Agnes more pleasure, I reached under the hem of her dress and found that she was pantyless and still neatly shaven. I ran a finger into her to the last knuckle. I found the process of fucking two women at once to be more challenging than it was in my imagination. But it did seem to be doing the trick of getting both to where they wanted to go.

With Mary's help by masturbating, she again came. Agnes reached out and fondled Mary's nearest tit as she came. Agnes didn't seem to be close to coming.

After Mary was finished with her climax and had relaxed on the table, I pulled out of her and put my cock in Agnes' hand. She went to the neighboring table, sat on the edge and drew my cock into her. I didn't require much time before showing signs of an impending orgasm. I and Agness came at about the same time with Mary's assistance. Mary had found Agne's clitoris and worked at it with vigor until she came, then withdrew. I shot into Agnes until we both had reached the end.

I had literally reached the end. My cock had performed so many times that day that it had nothing left. My hope was that no other woman would show up for a "lube job."

Then Cheri drove in. "Holy fuck," were the only words I could muster.

"Well, Bill, it looks like you have one more needy housewife to take care of tonight," Rebecca said.

"Yeah, looks like it. I've been thinking of going into the sex business. What do you think? There isn't any shortage of woman in the neighborhood who have needs that aren't being met."

"Great idea. Let's talk about that tomorrow, but right now, go out there and see if you can give Cheri some service."   Chapter Twenty-Five

The pastor's wife went away the night before with a smile on her face and my semen in her cunt. I remembered the night before as I awoke and climbed out of bed. I had another morning of classes, after which I planned to visit Rebecca to talk about what came up the night before: the business of sex.

I went to the bathroom to take a shower before breakfast and found that it was vacant which was no small thing. I took a quick shower, shaved then went back to my room to get dressed. My stepmother was waiting.

"Hi Bill, I heard that you had quite a night. Did you save anything for me?"

My stepmother was dressed in only her very short and almost transparent robe. Her breasts and crotch were semi-visible through the filmy fabric. She was apparently horny. It didn't help that I had only a towel wrapped around me.

"Sorry, mom, we'll have to wait on that. Rebeccas and I are going to do a business deal today. I'm going to have to start to charge for sexual favors."

"Are you joking? I've been cooking and cleaning for you for how many years?"

"Sorry, but it'll cost you from now on."

"Oh, how much?"

"I think it'll be $20 for a fuck and $30 for cunnilingus."

"Cunnilingus? What the fuck is that and where did you learn a word like that?"

"Cunnilingus is eating pussy. I learned it from a book on sexual technique. It's called The Joy of Sex. It has all sorts of good ideas on sex."

"We'll have to look at it together to see what we can do besides the usual."

As we talked, I found that my cock was making a liar of me. I wasn't going to charge my stepmother. She was too good and she had taught me a lot of what I was applying to other women. Then there was the simple fact that I like fucking her. I liked it a lot.

"So, Bill, is that something for me under the towel?" my stepmother said as my cock formed a tent. "Or are you going to charge me to explore?"

I removed the towel and let my cock air dry within mouth distance of my stepmother. She bent over and took my cock in her mouth and began the motion that always got my attention.

When I left for class, my stepmother was a very satisfied woman, at least for the time being.

Mrs. Bangor was away from her office when I arrived to discuss a matter concerning my performance in and out of class. I went to the receptionist's desk where I found Mrs. Bangor talking to the receptionist about some pressing matter. Both looked up and smiled as I approached. I thought that the receptionist blushed just a little when I greeted them.

"Good morning Bill, I'll be done in a second, then we can take care of that issue we discussed," Mrs. Bangor said with her usual understated flare.

I walked back to her office and waited outside. I noticed that both women were looking at me when I glanced back. Mrs. Bangor then said something to the receptionist who smiled. Then she turned around and walked toward me.

I followed Mrs. Bangor into her office, an office that was now awash with the morning light coming through her windows. No sooner did I close the door behind me than Mrs. Bangor was wrapping herself around me. She had been anxious to get to business in the past, but this time she took on the characteristic of a cannibal. She sucked on my lips and ground her cunt against my stiffening cock.

I undid her lip lock and looked at her as she continued the assault on my cock. "You seem a little more horny than usual this morning. Did you have a long sexless weekend?"

"No, as a matter of fact we had a small party this weekend. The Dean and his wife were there. The Dean and I were able to play footsie under table, then we got in some dancing. By the end of the evening we were both so horny that we persuaded my husband and his wife to go to a club for more dancing. We were able to break away for about fifteen minutes at one point and fuck our brains out against a wall. When we walked back into the club my husband and the Dean's wife were dancing in a very provocative way. I think that he had his cock grinding against her crotch because she looked like she had come or was about to do so."

"I'll bet that pissed you off, seeing your husband humping another woman on a dance floor."

"Quite the contrary, I found it very sexy. When the music ended, and they returned to the table, the Dean's wife practically wore a hole in her dress pressing her breasts into my husband's arm. They chose to sit side by side, and I know that he had a hand in her crotch the remainder of time we were there."

"After the trip to the club what did you do besides go back to your place and swap partners.?"

"We didn't go to our place. We went to their place and had a night cap. While we were there, my husband and the Dean's wife went into the kitchen to make drinks. They were there for a long time. The Dean and I walked very quietly to the kitchen where we found why they were taking so long. My husband had his hand under her dress where he was doing something that seemed to be distracting her. She had a hand over his crotch. She worked it up and down while breathing in a way that could mean one thing: She was about to come.

"The Dean was standing behind me in the shadow of the hallway. He reached around me and took both of my breasts in his hands while pushing his cock into the crack of my ass. His semen was still coating my cunt and some was running down my legs from our quickie at the club. As I watched my husband doing something I never imagined him capable of, I began to breathe in a way that he could hear. They both looked back toward us.

"The Dean's wife tried to pull my husband's hand out of her pussy, but he was having none of it. He continued working on her until she gave in and sank into him and resumed masturbating him through his pants."

"Is that where the official swap began?"

"The Dean and I walked together into the kitchen. He was still behind me and was still holding my breasts. When we were standing next to my husband and the Dean's wife, who was by then beyond caring that she had an audience, the Dean turned me around and undid my dress and let it fall to my waist. Then he pulled it completely off so I was standing there in panty and bra. They were next. As my husband and the Dean's wife watched, the Dean unhooked my bra, then pulled my panties down and off. All the while he was undressing me, his cock was extending from his fly and waving around."

"Let me guess. Your husband then began to get pissed and stopped the whole thing."

"To the contrary. He pulled his finger out of its target and undressed the Dean's wife. I must admit that I'm in much better shape than she is, however her breasts are bigger than mine."

I took both of Mrs. Bangor's breasts in my hands and lightly squeezed.

"Your breasts are magnificent as is. They would be too big for you if they were any bigger."

Mrs. Bangor was clearly becoming more and more horny as she told the story and I worked on her breasts. She put a hand on my cock and worked it up and down against her palm.

"When he had her completely nude, he turned to me and asked if I minded if they went to the living room where they could continue."

"I said that he should by all means carry on with her since he had obviously gotten her in such a state. We all went to the living room with the drinks that it took my husband and the Dean's wife so long to make. Once there, both the Dean and my husband got undressed. I noticed that they quickly and slyly checked out each other's cocks. They were similar in size, something I already knew. The Dean's wife then said something that I would never expected to hear from her very prim and proper mouth. She asked my husband if she could give him a blow job. Where did she learn the term? I thought that he might come right then. He wrapped her in his arms and gave her a long and wet kiss, all the while ramming his cock between her legs. She is about the same height as my husband, so it was conceivable that he could have gotten his cock at an angle that it would slide into her, but it didn't. After about a minute of that, he let her go. She got on her knees and was on his cock in a flash. For a woman whom I assumed didn't do much cock-sucking, she did a great job. My husband looked into my eyes as she sucked him off. She didn't quite get him off before he pulled away from her. He told her that he wanted to save it for her pussy.

"With that, she found a comfortable couch, laid back with one leg over the back and the other on the floor. Her pussy was pink and moist. She pulled the area around her clitoris back as he put his face into her crotch. This was a little surprising since he had rarely gave me oral sex. He licked up and down on her pussy then sucked on her clitoris. While he sucked, he slid two fingers into her and worked them around while she moaned and clutched at his head. Then she came. Boy did she come. The Dean seemed shocked to see her come in the way she did. She took the leg that had been on the back of the couch and wrapped it around my husband's back. She pulled him into her pussy with a force that could only imagine as pain inducing. But the pain that she was experiencing had to be exquisite. The thought occurred that she might be into sadistic stuff. By the time she came down my husband had his cock at the entrance to her pussy and was sliding in."

I was now at a high level of sexual excitement myself. My cock was wanting out of the confines of my pants. I unzipped them and pulled it out while Mrs. Bangor continued to describe their night out. Mrs. Bangor made the story even more graphic by removing her blouse and bra. When she continued with the story, she jacked me off while I fondled her breasts.

"The Dean and I saw our opportunity and took the nearby love seat. We should have called it a fuck seat because that's what we were going to do on it. I laid on my back on the seat with my legs and ass on a foot rest. The Dean got between my legs and, without any preliminaries, pushed into me. Both the Dean's wife and my husband looked over at us as we fucked with abandon. The sight of our mutual fuckfest was more than any of us could handle for long. With the Dean's wife's breasts and mine bouncing like so much Jello and my husband's and the Dean's balls slapping against our asses, we all seemed to simultaniously come. There we were, four very respectable people experiencing the orgasms of our lives. I recall thinking that I was pleased that the furniture wasn't mine. Come stains are hell to get off."

"So what's next in your happy relationships?"

"We decided that we would get together from time to time to share each other and maybe see if we could find others who are interested in joining in. You came to mind. Would you like to fuck the Dean's wife?"

I said that I had never knowingly laid eyes on her, but that she sounded like she might be fun.

"Speaking of fun, would you like to have some with me before class?"

With that, I saw to the disrobing of Mrs. Bangor and helped her onto the edge of her desk where I impaled her with my cock. After the third thrust into her, Mrs. Bangor's phone rang. She reached back and picked it up as she might if she was doing work on a lesson plan and not fucking a student.

"Hello. Oh yes dear, I'll remember dinner at the Dean's house on Friday. And dear, I can almost feel your cock in me as we speak. Yes, I loved your tongue on my cunt last night. I'm pleased that you've finally found eating me to your liking. No, no one is with me, why? You think I sound like I do when you're fucking me? Maybe it's because I get horny just thinking about your cock."

I didn't stop when the phone rang. When I heard what Mrs. Bangor was saying and to whom, I increased my force and cadence until Mrs. Bangor was having trouble just holding the phone. Then she came.

"Oh, yes dear. Oh, I almost come just thinking of your cock. My cunt is dripping. Oh fuck yes. It's now quivering it wants you so bad."

I came with a guttural groan that Mr. Bangor had to have been able to hear. As I shot semen into her, Mrs. Bangor continued her conversation with her husband.

"No dear, that noise must have come from the hallway. No, there is no one here with me. No, no one is fucking me dear. I wish you were. My cunt is dripping for you right this moment. I have to get ready for class now, so I'll say goodbye."

I continued to pump semen into Mrs. Bangor until she hung up the phone, then I fell on her with my cock still embedded in her cunt.

"Oh, fuck. That was just about the most incredible orgasm ever. I think he must have known that there was a cock in me as we talked, but that just made it sexier. Now I have to clean up and get to class, and so do you."

I pulled my cock out of her and stood up. My cock was dripping semen on her rug, but she didn't seem to mind. When Mrs. Bangor stood up, semen ran down her legs. I did the gentlemanly thing and ran a finger along first one rivelet then another until I had stopped the flow. I wiped the semen on a tissue and, with another tissue, wiped my cock and got dressed.

Mrs. Bangor gave me a very thorough kiss before I left, then began to dress as I let myself out.

When I approached the receptionist's desk, I said "Hi" and smiled. The receptionist was a rather plain woman, but had a great body. I guessed her age to be about thirty, maybe thirty-five. She had a way of accenting those things about her that I found attractive: hair, breasts, butt, legs, breasts. Today she was wearing a low-cut, at least low-cut for her job, dress. Her cleavage was clearly in view from where I observed it. My view was maximized by her position on her chair.

She looked up and smiled, returning the hi. "You and Mrs. Bangor seem to spend a lot of time in conference."

"Is that what you call it?" I replied, stopping and continuing my examination of her cleavage.

"What would you call it if not conference?" she said while gazing directly into my eyes which weren't gazing back.

"We're just good friends and like to spend time discussing matters of mutual interest."

"There seems to be something else that's of interest to you," the receptionist said in what I judged to be a rather seductive voice. I also noticed that she had very full lips. Being the dog that I was, I envisioned them wrapped around my cock.

"What would that be, pray tell?"

The receptionist must have had a grip on her dress's material just under her breasts because the view of her cleavage began to improve. Before her dress stopped sliding down her breasts, her nipples were just starting to go on display. Then she bent slightly at the waist, giving me a view down her cleavage that graduated into darkness, leaving me with my imagination and a raging hard on.