X-Rated Romp Through Life

"We had better leave before someone comes out or one of us comes," Norman said.

We drove to a secluded spot that Norma seemed to be very familiar with: a cemetery on a hill overlooking a lake. During the short drive, Norma reached into my crotch and began to prepare me for what was to follow. When we arrived, my cock was so hard that I had trouble sitting.

"Why don't you pull that thing out before it breaks?" Norma asked as she unhooked her bra where it connected in front.

As both breasts came into full view, my cock sprang out of my briefs and out the fly of my pants. Norma grabbed it like it might have been an all day sucker. She wasted no time in bending down across the seat and taking it in her mouth. She then began to treat it like an all day sucker.

As Norma ministered to my cock, I reached under her and cupped a breast. These were clearly the real thing. They were at once soft and firm with nipples that formed bullets. I found it impossible to get a hand on her vagina, but I tried.

"Lean the seat back, I'll climb on you."

I leaned back, my cock standing straight up and glistening with Norma's saliva, while she climbed over and straddled me. She reached under herself, grabbed my cock and slid it into her very damp cunt. Yes, this was a cunt. No vagina, this. It was covered in hair, and it was loose and so well lubricated that I thought she might have injected some artificial lubricant before climbing onto me. Then she slid completely into me until she could get no deeper.

Norma was well practiced at fucking in a car seat. She grabbed the back of my seat with both hands while bouncing on me. Her breasts, now free to do what that wanted, jiggled and bounced in my face. I reached for them, put my hands on both, then squeezed and twirled her nipples.

It struck me that I hadn't even laid eyes on her cunt which was wrapped around my cock. But no matter, it felt great. As Norma fucked me, I was able to get a nipple in my mouth and suck and bite until she began to hiss something like "Yes, bite me, fuck me."

So that's what I did; I attempted to join in the fucking, but Norma was controlling all of the action. After several minutes of uncontrolled fucking, Norma put one of her hands to her crotch and began to work with a finger on her clitoris. It took only about one more minute before she started to heave and buck in a way that I wasn't sure I would survive. Then she came for real. Her orgasm was one for the record book. She became almost insane as she threw herself into my cock. I had trouble keeping her nipple in my mouth without biting even harder. My biting seemed to drive her even further into her orgasmic frenzy. Then I felt myself about to come. When I told Norma that I was coming, she went into another frenzy.

By the time we had both completed our cycles of orgasmic spasms, Norma lay on my chest, my cock still nestled in her cunt. My thought, as I came out of my trance, was that Norma was either sleeping or she had died while coming. She just lay on me, my semen running out of her, onto my pants and the car seat.

"Oh, my god. That was the greatest sex I've ever experienced. You have no idea how that felt. I've fucked a lot of guys in my day, but you are the best. My cunt was almost electrified. Did you feel it quiver?"

"I knew something was going on down there. When I saw you at the café, I knew that I would have to get into your cunt at some point. Have you ever looked at yourself in the mirror? You have that look that only women like Marilyn Monroe and Ava Gardner had. You know the one: that 'I'm made for fucking' look. That's you. I could come just looking at you."

As I talked, Norma began to rotate her cunt around on me. It didn't take much for my cock to rejuvenate to the point where she could again start to fuck me, which she did. This time she took it a little slower, kissing me as she fucked, feeding me a nipple as she fucked. As we came this time, I put my feet on the dash of the car in an attempt to get into her a millimeter more.

When Norma finally climbed off me and got out of the car, she bent over and kissed my cock which now lay lifelessly on the front of my pants, pants that were stained by the results of two ejaculations.

Norma pulled her bra over her breasts, then buttoned her uniform. She didn't put on her panties that she had removed before she picked me up in the alley. I reached under her dress and felt the cunt I had just plumbed. The hair around it was wet with my semen and it was still open to my touch. I ran a finger into her, pulled it out, then went in again. Norma began to get into this until she apparently realized that she had to leave.

"My husband expects me home at a certain time. He gets very concerned if I don't arrive on time."

"You haven't given him reason to be jealous, have you?"

"Yes I have. He knows that I like to fuck as much as he does and that I take care of that need where I can. You'd be surprised at the number of guys I pick up in the café. A lot of them are students like you. I like nothing better than to feel a cock that has just come in me start to grow while still in me. That's the best feeling a woman can experience."

"How many times a week do you need sex?"

"Every day, some times twice a day."

"So I can come in any day and find you ready to go?"

"Yes, that's pretty much it. I'm on the pill, so there is no period to worry about. I already fucked a guy this morning. He came in just as I was opening and fucked me on a stool in the back. I delayed opening for a few minutes."

"So you really do like to fuck?"

"You don't know the half of it."

"What's the other half?"

"At my insistance, my husband and I are members of a swingers club. He can fuck about two women on the nights we meet, but I can go through ten guys, some more than once."

"Where does this club meet, and who's allowed to join?"

"It meets at various member's houses or at beaches during the summer. Anyone can join, but we just ask that you use a condom and we are especially happy to have single women join. It seems that there are more single men who want a free fuck than there are women."

"When's your next meeting?"

"Next Friday night at an address I'll give you only if you don't tell anyone and if you come alone or with a woman."

"Agreed."

I left with the address in my pocket. When I reached my car, I opened the piece of paper and noticed that the address was one that I had been at before: Clorice's.   Chapter Twenty-Six

Days have a way of dragging when one is looking forward to something important. In this case, the something was something to add to my resume of sexual encounters. Rebecca had come up with a business plan for me. That took, too, was something I was looking forward to.

She had created a menu of sorts for my customers. They could call out for a straight "Lube Job" for $35 plus mileage, a "Tuneup" for $40 or an "Overhaul" for $50. If the customer wanted to include Rebecca on the side, it would cost an additional $25. She also included what she called a "Drive Through" for $15. The "Drive Through" took place at the station and couldn't interfere with the business of the station.

When I arrived at work that evening, Rebecca was there to map out her plan. She would keep 20% of the proceeds and I would keep the remainder on all outcalls. She would keep 30% on in calls. She would also provide condoms at no cost to me. We celebrated the business deal by leaving Charlie at the station while we did a "dump run" in the wrecker. It was too cold to swim, but we went to the river anyway and stayed in the warm cab. Rebecca had primed me with her mouth en route to the dump, so all I had to do was lean back slightly while Rebecca climbed on. She fucked me until we both came, then we drive back to the station. The whole thing lacked the blinding intensity of our first time at the dump.

"How do you plan to advertise the new service we offer?" I asked Rebecca when we arrive at the station.

"It'll be word of mouth to start, and I'll tack it up in the café and here in the office. Depending on who asks about it, I'll let it be known that you're available for service other than mechanical. I'll give some bogus story to those who don't need to know."

After both Charlie and Rebecca left the station for the night, and I was left alone to contemplate my new vocation: Bill, male prostitute. I concluded that given the attraction I seemed to have for women in general, I might as well capitalize on it. The only misgiving I had was that I was as attracted to women as they to me, if not more so. Taking money from women for sex seemed slightly wrong since I found it so pleasurable. But there was my future to consider.

After I got over the ethics of fucking for money, I went to work getting the place clean for the following day. While I was in the garage cleaning tools and putting them away in their proper place, something Charlie never did, the phone rang.

"Hi Bill, remember me?"

I recognized the Librarian's voice with the first word out of her mouth. "Yes, of course I recognize your voice; how could I not. You're one of my favorite women."

And you're my favorite boy, or is it man? You, no doubt, remember my neighbor, the older lady who came over to join us that afternoon a while ago."

"How could I forget?"

"It seems that she has been wondering when she could get together with you again. She's too embarrassed to call you herself, so she asked if I would talk to you."

"How about tomorrow; I don't have anything going on in the afternoon. Where does she want to meet?"

"She'd like it to be just you and her at her house. How about around two. Maybe you could stop by and visit me first."

"That would work, but there's been a small change in my life that you and she need to know about."

"Not some disease, I hope."

"No, I'm now using a condom every time no matter who the woman is I happen to be with, and I charge a small fee for my services."

"You're a gigalo, is that what you're saying?"

"I suppose you could say that. It's become almost impossible to keep up with the demand, so I had to do something to weed out those who were just fucking me because there were no strings and no responsibility other than opening their legs and lying down."

"What are you charging for these services?"

"Since I have to drive into town, it'll be $35 per session."

"That seems reasonable, but I'll have to ask my neighbor if that will work for her. I'll call you right back. By the way, what does it cost per stroke?"

"Great, but no matter what the decision, I really look forward to seeing you again. Fucking you in the restroom was beyond anything I could have imagined. I'm getting hard just picturing you leaning over the sink and my cock pushing into you from behind. And as for the cost per stroke, I just might base my fee on that."

"How about $50? I think you're being overly generous. Your cock is worth whatever you decide is appropriate. I'll tell my neighbor that it'll be $50; I'm sure she will agree to that. She has a bank account that would choke a horse. Come to think of it, there are a lot of older and very rich women in this neighborhood who could benefit from some time riding your cock. I'll put some feelers out, so to speak, and maybe we can get you some real business opportunities started."

"Maybe you could be my business manager in town."

"You mean your pimpette?"

"Yeah, come to think of it, that's what you would be. I have a pimpette here in the country, but she's a little less demanding in terms of charges than you seem to be."

"I know what a sex-starved woman would be willing to pay for a young cock, that's all. I was one of those at one time, if you recall."

"I'm glad that we found each other because you taught me a lot. Maybe I could fuck you without charge."

"No, I'll still pay you. It gives me a thrill just thinking about paying a guy for sex. I'll run the act in whatever way I want since I'm paying you. I'm getting wet just thinking about it. I'll have to come up with some new ways of using your body. I'll call right back with my neighbor's answer."

It was about five minutes later that the phone rang again; it was the Librarian. The neighbor was more than happy with the $50 charge. She would be waiting at two the following afternoon.

I went back to work with a raging hard on. Talking on the phone about fucking a woman stimulated me in a way that I hadn't experienced. Maybe I was on to a new way of enjoying women. I could charge for talking to them about the ways in which I wanted to fuck them while they masturbated. It had possibilities. I would try it out this very evening with someone, but who would that be.

"Hello, Agnes, is Jason home yet? This is Bill."

"No, he's not coming until the weekend. Didn't I tell you that?"

"Oh yes, I guess you did, come to think of it. Speaking of coming, is your husband home?"

"Yes, he's in the living room watching TV, why?"

"It seems that I just began thinking of you and got this raging hard on. I know that it wouldn't be possible to get together right now since I'm at work and you're with your husband, but we do have the phone."

"What are you suggesting, Bill?"

"I haven't had the pleasure of ramming my cock into your cunt for a while, but just picturing my cock sliding in and pulling out almost drives me to an orgasm. My cock sliding around your swollen clitoris and your moans as I caress your tits and as I ram into you until I reach the bottom of your cunt is the picture I have in my mind right now."

I heard a distant man's voice ask whe was on the phone and Agnes's answer in a strained voice that it was Betty.

"Can you feel my fingers in your cunt as we talk with your husband a room away?"

"Yes, I can feel that. My cunt is so hot right now," Agnes whispered. "I have a finger inside myself, but I'm imagining that it's yours. Would you put a hand around your cock and imagine that it's my hand?"

"I have my hand around my cock now. I'm starting to jack off. Are you masturbating as I jack off? Would you cup one of your tits and pinch you nipple?"

"Yes, I'm doing that right now. I have to sit down before my knees give out. I have the phone between my shoulder and my mouth as I masturbate and massage my tit."

"I'm going to come now. I'm shooting semen onto the floor. Are you coming? I imagine shooting into your cunt. Are you imagining my cock in your cunt?"

"I'm coming, but I have to be quiet. My cunt is in spasms now as I come. I'm putting two, now three fingers into my cunt and imagining that they are your cock. I'm, I'm co, coming."

I heard Agnes gasping as she came with me. Neither of us spoke except to moan into the phone until we had come down."

"Oh, Bill, that was so fucking amazing. How did you come up with that idea? I was horny for you all evening, then you called and took care of me with your voice. How amazing; it was almost as good as your cock in me."

"It was incredibly good for me as well. I shot more semen than I have for a long time just imagining your cunt wrapped around my cock."

"When can we get together for the real thing?"

"That's what I need to talk about with you. Maybe you could stop by the station tomorrow evening."

"I think I could do that. Should I wear panties?"

"Why not shave before you come, and don't wear panties or bra. A short and low cut dress would be great. I'll play with your cunt at the pumps, then we can take it somewhere else. I'm getting hard again just thinking about your cunt; it's one of the most beautiful cunts I've ever seen."

"You've seen a lot, then. Is that what you're saying?"

"Not a lot, but enough to know that yours is as beautiful as they come. When I dream of eating cunt, it's yours that I dream of."

"You're making me wet again, Bill. Maybe we should hang up now."

"OK, I look forward to tomorrow and your freshly shaved cunt."

I had a raging hard on when I hung up. It never failed to amaze me how frequently my cock was in attack mode. It seemed to be up for another go at a new vagina at all times. My one question, however, was how long would this last and how long would the vagina's be attracted to me? I was only nineteen years old, but felt like I had experienced more and more varied sex than most men twice my age. I was right about that.

Mrs. Bangor was her usual sexy self the next day, but I didn't want to be enticed into her office after class since I had two women waiting for me. I even went to a different café for lunch given that I might run into Norma or Mrs. Bangor or even the Receptionist there.

Lunch at a sleazy little dive in town that I wouldn't go to under normal circumstances was my choice. I hoped that I didn't contract food poisoning.

The place was clean but cramped and too warm. It wreaked of grease and smoke. The waitress seemed overworked, but she was attractive. "Margaret" was one of those women who seemed to have no future; she went from high school graduation to a deadend job at this dive and no prospects of anything better, or so I thought. I had a vague recollection of her from school. She graduated the year I came in as a freshman. She was very pretty then, but kept to herself; she was not among the in crowd by a long shot.

When "Margaret" put a menu on the counter in front of me, I noticed that there was no ring on her finger. I did notice that she retained her figure and attractiveness. Her hair was a light brown and was pulled back in a pony tail. She had expressive eyes and lush lips. As I looked at her, she smiled and said "Hi."

"Hi yourself. I remember you from school. Where have you been all these years?"

Margaret retained her smile and replied,"I've been here. I did two years at the J.C., then just stayed put."

"I'm glad I found you. I was just a squirt freshman when I first saw you. You were a big shot senior who wouldn't give a guy like me the time of day."

"How would you know unless you asked? I might have given you the wrong time, but I would have given you a time."

"You would have? But you didn't even know who I was."

"You're right; I didn't know who you were, but I noticed you. You seemed a little more mature than most of the other freshman boys who just managed to snicker and stare."

"But I stared, too, especially at senior girls."

"Why's that? Why not at freshman girls?"

"You know."

"No, tell me."

"Senior girls just had all the things that girls were supposed to have and that most freshman girls didn't."

"Like?"

"Like mature breasts and curves and great complexions and self confidence. And you were about to go off into the world."

"Did you notice my breasts and curves?"

"Oh, did I ever. I remember you as this very pretty and very sexy girl who I would have given anything to get to know better."

"What you're saying is that you were a horny young dude who wanted to feel up a senior."

"Well, yes, there was that. I did walk around in some discomfort a lot of the time when you were around."

"That was a sport to me. I used to have a great time watching the guys trying to cover their boners in various ways. It was a turn on. You forget that we girls were as horny as you guys. We just didn't have the problem of hiding our horniness that you did."

"Did you do anything after the J.C. besides take care of your horniness?"

"I bought this place and have been here since. As for the horniness, I found the odd guy to attend to that, but nothing permanent."

"You own this place? I'm very glad that I wandered in today."

"So am I. You seem to have grown since you were a freshman."

"Yes I have, in many ways. I'm at the J.C. now and will probably transfer to the University."

"What can I get you? After you've eaten, maybe we can get together and do something. This place is open for breakfast and lunch. I close at two."