X-Rated Romp Through Life

"I would guess that I just answered that question for you if the front of your pants is any indication."

I made no attempt to hide the bulge that was now distorting the smooth lay of my pants. I stepped closer to the receptionist while remaining on the side opposite her. I leaned across the desk as far as I could without falling on her, then reached over it and ran the back of my right hand down one breast and back up the other. Since she didn't scream to be rescued, I ran a finger along the top of her dress where it was just covering her nipples. When I ran into my target, a very rigid nipple, I put another finger into her dress and twirled the nipple in a circular motion. All the while that I was fondling her nipple, the receptionist was looking directly into my eyes.

"Would you like to take a conference with me after class?" she said with a hint of breathlessness.

"I will save this for you," I said, patting my bulge.

I quickly glanced around to see if there was anyone who might be watching, then I walked around the desk, stood behind her and ran both hands down and into the front of her dress and over her breasts which I lightly squeezed. I found her breasts soft and full with two very hard nipples standing out like little cocks. As I removed my hands from her dress, the receptionist quickly turned in her chair and cupped my cock, running her hand over it repeatedly.

"Please do; my cunt is easily as good as Mrs. Bangor's."

When Mrs. Bangor walked into the classroom, no one would have guessed that she had been fucked a few minutes before. Except for the chickenshit grin on my face, no one would have guessed that I possessed the suspect cock.

I sat at my usual desk, my mind wondering back to my morning and what was yet to come, so to speak. I had to admit that the anticipation of a different woman had a certain fascination. All of the woman I had fucked to date had the usual equipment, but they all differed in ways that was appealing. While one woman might be attracted only to the illicit sex and my cock, another might find appealing the intimacy that sex offered that no other human activity did. I had to admit that no matter the woman, the mere act of fucking brought me to love that woman, even if only for the time my cock was in her.

"Bill, are you with us today?" Mrs. Bangor asked.

I realized that I had been in a dream state since I arrived in class. "I'm sorry Mrs. Bangor, what was the question?"

"It wasn't a question. I just thought that you looked like you might be someplace else and I don't want you to miss anything that you might see on a test."

"Oh, thank you Mrs. Bangor, I guess I've been a little distracted."

Mrs. Bangor smiled at me in a secret message sort of way, then went on with her lecture. I couldn't suppress the thought that my semen was probably drying on her thighs as she spoke. The thought did nothing to remedy the bulge in my pants.

When her lecture ended and the class was gathering books and walking out, Mrs. Bangor looked at me and, with a wave of her hand, signaled me to remain in my seat. She erased her notes on the board with a swing of her hips and bounce of her breasts while I looked on. When she finished and had returned the eraser to its proper place, she slapped her hands together to get rid of chalk dust as she walked to my desk.

"Bill, you seem to have lost a little interest in this class. Even though we have something besides the subject of this class in common, you must do well or I won't be able to pass you."

"I'm sorry Mrs. Bangor, I'll give all of my attention to the subject while in class from now on. It'll be difficult, though, especially after I just had my cock buried in you and my semen is still running down your thighs. Every time you raise your arm to write on the board I have an image of your breasts blocking my view. You see, you're just about the sexiest woman I know, and having you in the room somehow gets in the way of learning."

"That's very sweet, Bill," she said as she stood over me. I ran my hand up her dress to discover that she hadn't put on panties and that a hint of my semen seemed to remain in her cunt. I ran a finger into her and worked it back and forth over an area that I had recently become aware of called the "G" spot. It was supposed to have the same effect on a woman as the massaging of her clitoris. It seemed to be having some effect on Mrs. Bangor because she didn't move, but she did grab my arm and squeeze as she appeared to be about to come. Then she did come. She threw her head back and opened her mouth, but made no noise.

With my finger still embedded in Mrs. Bangor's cunt, the door opened and the Dean walked in. He stopped just inside the door. "Mrs. Bangor, I would like to see you in my office when you're done here."

Mrs. Bangor's back was to the Dean, so he couldn't see what was happening under her dress, but since he knew that she and I were having regular sex, he probably guessed it had nothing to do with history.

"OK, Dean, I'll be right there," she said with a slight tremor that might have been the result of my finger as I resumed my work on her "G" spot.

"No hurry. I see that you're engaged in something quite vital." He then opened the door and walked away.

I gave Mrs. Bangor the benefit of my new found knowledge of the female anatomy until she had another orgasm, then I pulled my finger out of her. "Do you have any tissues?" I asked.

Mrs. Bangor took my hand, drew it to her mouth and inserted the finger that had been inside her into her mouth. She sucked on it until it was clean, then gave it back to me while bending down to kiss me.

"What do you suppose the Dean wants of you?"

"He probably wants his noon blowjob." Then she walked out of the room, leaving me to consider my next woman.

I went to the receptionist's desk by way of the mens room where I washed my face and hands. My cock had returned to its normal state: semi-erect.. It was relatively pliable, which made pissing easier. Following that, I wet a paper towel and washed my cock in anticipation of the receptionist's lips. The thought of her lips started my cock to regain its more than normal state.

The receptionist was still at her desk when I walked up. She looked at me and smiled. I noticed a pale blush to her cheeks that I hadn't noticed during our earlier encounter.

"It's my lunch hour," she said. "Would you like to join me? We could make a quick drive to my house which is about a mile away, or we could go to a park."

"The park might not be very private, and we probably have the same thing in mind for lunch."

"True, so let's go to my house."

"Does anyone live with you?"

"Just my husband and two kids. My husband is working and the kids are in school."

"Aren't you afraid that someone might come home unexpectedly and find you with a strange man?"

"No, and you're not a strange man. You're a very unstrange man. Any young man who can talk Mrs. Bangor out of her panties can't be too strange. That's what you're doing, isn't it: fucking Mrs. Bangor?"

"Yes it is, but she is also a great teacher."

"I've noticed the improvement in her personality and attitude toward life since she started the conferences with you. I knew something was up, and I confirmed it one day after you both left her office. I went in to put some items in her in-box and found her panties on her chair. It seems that you had delivered something to her in-box."

"You aren't only sexy, you're funny. Let's go before we run out of your lunch hour."

We arrived at her house a short time after leaving the college. She drove into the garage and closed the door behind us. We got out, walked into the kitchen where I grabbed her from behind and cupped her breasts through her coat and dress.

"Hang on there, big guy. Let's go in back and get undressed before you start putting anything where I very much want it."

The receptionist led me to a family room at the back of the house; it overlooked a large expanse of lawn, several birch trees and a lake. There was a boathouse on the shore that reminded me of Betty's place and Betty's body. There were a large leather couch and matching loveseat, several smaller chairs, a coffee table and fireplace in the room. There were large windows from floor to ceiling that washed the room in light.

No sooner had we walked into the room than the receptionist began to undress in a frenzy. It was if she was so sexually excited by the episode at her desk that she couldn't quite wait to get my cock in her.

"Come on, Bill, we don't have all day," she said as she reached her bra and panties. I stood watching her discard item after item until she was nearly nude. I was still at a stage in life where I was amazed that women had the same sexual desires as men and that they could be even more open about them than men. The receptionist was in a sexual frenzy; she wanted to be fucked and nothing would stand in her way.

I was now practiced in undressing with a hard on, and I found that a new woman was very interested in seeing it for the first time, not unlike my interest in a new woman's body. When I got down to my briefs, it stood out, just able to contain my cock. A few wiggles of my hips might well have let it escape through one of four openings. It didn't.

The receptionist was, by this time, almost hyperventilating. She sank to her knees in front of me and pulled my briefs down with such force that she might have injured my cock but didn't. When my cock sprang out the top of my briefs it was angled toward my stomach. The receptionist grabbed it with one hand and just looked at it for a few seconds before she attacked it with her mouth.

The lips that I took notice of while she was at her desk were no disappointment. She first put them just over my glans then worked her tongue around it until it was wet with her saliva. She slid slowly down until she had reached its root. My thought was that she must have done this before; she clearly had a proficiency that required instruction and practice. It also had the desired effect.

"I think I should put that inside you unless you want me to come in your mouth," I gasped as the receptionist blew me.

She must have seen the wisdom in the suggestion, because she pulled away from my cock and stood up, quickly removing her bra and panties then smashing herself against me, pushing my cock against her stomach.

"You're body is beautiful. I really like trimmed vaginas like yours."

I took both of her breasts in hand. They weren't the breasts of a woman who had given birth to two kids. Her stomach was flat and her ass was round and firm. As I rolled her nipples around between my fingers, I ran my cock between her legs.

"Let's lie down over there," she said. She walked to the couch and sat down. She slid her ass toward the front edge of the couch so her vagina was accessible to me if I got on my knees between her legs, which I did. I ran a hand over her vagina and discovered that it was slippery. No surprise there. I found her clitoris and ran a finger around it a few times then ran my finger into her vagina.

"Oh fuck. You had better just fuck me now, Bill."

I put my cock near the opening of her vagina at which point she took control and pushed it into the entrance. I then pushed into her slowly until I was at the boottom of her and up to my balls. I commenced to truly fuck her at that point.

The thought that I was fucking a woman with whom I had only exchanged a rare "hello" in passing until this morning, and whose name I didn't know beyond "the receptionist," made this all the more exhilarating. The way she was laying back against the couch gave me an unfettered view of her breasts as they bounced around with each stroke into her vagina.

"Oh fuck, Bill. I think I might come if you'll let me masturbate with your cock." When I pulled out of her, she took my cock and rotated its head against her clitoris until she started to show distinct signs of going into an orgasmic trance. She rolled her eyes back and said some unintelligable things, then she said "fuck me!"

The receptionist pushed the head of my cock back into her vagina and I slammed into her. I commenced to hammer back and forth while she almost wept. Then I came. I shot into her with such force that she seemed to come all over again. She pulled me into her with her hands on my ass while her breasts bounced.

When we were finished coming, we lay together, my cock still inside her. The receptionist stroked the back of my head as though I was a small child instead of the man who had just fucked her and whose cock was still embedded in her vagina.

"You have made my cunt very happy. I think we may have time for one more of those."

With the word "cunt," I knew that I would be back here on other lunch breaks. It also gave my cock renewed strength. It began to stiffen inside her while we lay there.

"I've never known a youngster like you to not be able to regain a hard on inside me after coming. That's what I love about young guys. You don't seem to have any limit to the number of times you can come and then get hard right after. Now, how about if we try my bedroom?"

After another violent sexual episode on her bed that left it a mess, we got dressed. I had one question for the receptionist while we were getting ourselves presentable: "How do you and your husband manage to keep quiet around the highschool that he is fucking students and you are joining in from time to time?"

The receptionist walked, dressed only in panties, to a drawer in the bedroom where we had just fucked. She took out a box similar to those I saw that contained Polaroid photos. She removed the lid and took out a large stack of Polaroids. She handed me the top photo. It was a portrait of two people, a man and a woman, both nude, engaged in a fairly acrobatic sex act. The woman was on her back with her legs pointing toward the ceiling and spread as far apart as they would go without causing pain. The man was between her legs, his cock half way in her vagina. I recognized the man as the principal of the high school. The woman was the receptionist. The next photo was the receptionist and a man whom I recognized but didn't know. The receptionist was on all fours and the man was behind her with his cock buried up to his balls in her vagina. The receptionist's right arm was extended from her side where her hand encircled a hard cock. The man was the county sheriff.

"You see, we have it pretty well covered. The seniors who come here are all eighteen or older and agree to be photographed. That way they can't say that they weren't doing this willingly. Believe me, they all do it very willingly. One of their mothers even takes part from time to time." I had a feeling that I knew which mother that was.

"Here's one that might interest you," the receptionist said as she pulled one out of the stack. It was what I had learned was called a daisy chain. There were four people and the photographer involved. The receptionist was on her back, legs spread. The principal was between her legs with his cock in her vagina. Another man, whom I didn't recognize because his face was hidden, was straddling her head with his cock in her mouth. That man had his head between another woman's legs whose vagina he was working on with his tongue. That woman appeared to be about eighteen or nineteen years old.

"The man with his cock in my mouth is my husband," she said.

I now knew who he was because he saw him on many occassions at the high school. I had never taken his class; my loss.

"I'd like to join in one of your fuck parties some time," I said, my cock again stirring in my briefs.

"It looks like you passed the test to join; look at your cock. It's come back to life and it's been in how many women today?"

"Yours was the only one that counts; I don't think I felt a cunt like yours."

"Thanks, but we have to go before I'm late."

The receptionist dropped me off at the café across from the J.C., then drove away smiling. The morning's activities had burned a lot of calories, and I felt the need to replenish them. I walked in and then to the booth near the back where I and Mrs. Bangor had made our first body contact. I sat down as a waitress put a menu in front of me.

"You looked tired, how about some coffee to get the blood flowing again?" the waitress said.

I picked up the menu and said, "Sure, that would be great." I glanced up at the waitress, thinking that she would quickly turn to get my coffee, but she didn't. I was met with a very nice pair of breasts tightly wrapped in her uniform. Her nameplate read "Norma." I caught myself staring at her breasts longer than seemed appropriate before making eye contact with her.

"Do you know what you want, or do you need a little time with the menu?"

"Oh, I know what I want; it's just not on the menu," I said with a slight smile.

"Too bad that they're not on the menu because I would be making a lot more money than I do now."

"I'll bet you get some great tits, I mean tips," I said, only slightly flustered by my verbal gaffe.

"Are you sure that's what you meant? I think you probably really had the first thing on your mind, didn't you?"

"I have to be honest; you're breasts are gorgeous even under that uniform. The rest of you is gorgeous as well."

"Thank you, I think. You seem awfully young to be flattering an old gal like me, especially a married old gal."

"You can't be much over thirty, either that or you've had some great plastic surgery."

"I'm over forty and I haven't had plastic surgery. Maybe I'd better get your order before the manager gets excited."

I ordered a ham sandwich with a green salad and coffee. When "Norma" left, I pulled a text book out of my pack and began to read. If I was going to make it through the year, I had to crack a book from time to time. I realized that I probably wasn't going to get away with fucking my way to passing grades.

When "Norma" served my sandwich, she included a slip of paper under my plate. She made sure that I saw it, then she punctuated it by running a hand slowly over her left breast while running her tongue over her upper lip. I got the feeling that here was a woman who was in serious need of a good fucking.

Norma had no sooner turned and walked away than I took the note from under my plate, unfolded it, and read it with an anticipation I usually felt only when opening a gift. Who knew, maybe this was a gift.

"My shift ends in an hour (2:00). Meet me in the alley behind the café. I'll be in a tan car with my "motor" running. Norma."

I took my time eating and reading so I wouldn't have to wait too long for her. "Norma" was a very attentive waitress, filling my cup more than seemed normal, but I didn't complain. Every time she came by, she gave me a "fuck me" look that was having an expected effect on my cock. With about ten minutes remaining until we were scheduled to meet, I got up and walked to the restroom to rearrange my cock, take a piss and wash my hands. After a moments hesitation, I wet a paper towel, went into a booth, and washed my cock as well. I didn't want to fuck a woman with another woman's juices coating it.

Although he couldn't really afford it, I left a $5 tit, er, tip on the table, then walked to the front and paid my bill. Before walking out the door I made eye contact with "Norma," who winked.

I walked around the block and into the alley. I waited until I saw a tan car enter from the other end, then walked further into the alley until I was at the car. Norma was behind the wheel – who did I expect? – motioning for me to get in the passenger seat.

I felt that it would now be appropriate to ogle Norma's breasts since the purpose of this meeting was clear in both of our minds. I was pleasantly surprised to note that she had unbuttoned her uniform to her waist and that her bra was clearly visible. The bra did its best to contain her breasts, but it seemed to be losing the battle. They spilled over the top in a most sexy manner. It would take only a minor nudge on my part for them to escape from the top of the bra. Throwing caution to the wind, I reached across to her breasts and ran my hand over them, then pulled the bra down until one nipple was exposed.