X-Rated Romp Through Life

"I didn't want to be the only girl he ogled, so, with my eyes, I motioned toward the other two girls who were exposing themselves. He seemed to get it and glanced over toward them. His cock increased in length and girth as I watched it. It slithered slowly down his pant leg as he watched them display their pussies."

By this stage in the story, my cock was again coming to life. There was a small drop of pre come on the tip of it. When Margaret saw it, she bent over and licked it off.

"By the end of the class, the teacher was so horny that I don't think he was capable of getting one more coherent thought out. We three girls stayed after class, our pussies still exposed. When everyone else had left the room, we all stood and walked over to where he sat. I put my hand on the bulge in his pants that was formed by his cock and ran it up and down it. He reached up and took a tit out of my blouse, which was now unbuttoned to my waist. He put his hand under it and pulled it to his mouth.

" The other two girls just stared at what was happening, but I did note that they both had their fingers on their pussies. The teacher seemed to regain some of his senses at that point and told one of the other girls to lock the door. When she came back, he stood up, unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. Both of the girls were dumbstruck; they had apparently never seen a hard on.

"He directed one of the girls onto the edge of the desk and pulled up her skirt. He pushed her back onto the desk and raised her legs so they were on his shoulders. Then he did the unthinkable: he put his mouth on her pussy and began to lick and suck on it. He also put a finger into her, which she seemed to find pleasurable because she started to pant and moan. With his remaining hand he masturbated until I saw the opportunity to get the other girls and me involved. "I told one to bend down and take his cock in her mouth. She was reluctant, but she did it. I unbuttoned the blouse of the girl who was getting her pussy eaten and exposed her breasts which I began to play with. She must have found this more pleasure than she could take because she came. I had to put my hand over her mouth to keep her from screaming. Her orgasm caused the teacher to come as well. The girl who had been sucking his cock backed away from it as he shot semen all over the front of the desk and onto the floor.

"When we had recovered, the teacher told us that we would have to keep this to ourselves, but that he would like very much to continue. The girl who had sucked the teacher off said that she was disappointed that she didn't get in on the fun, so the teacher told her to trade places with the girl on the desk who, by the way, was still lying there like she had just had a near death experience.

"When the exchange was made, the teacher gave this girl's pussy the same treatment while I sucked on her tits and the other girl just watched as the teacher's cock again rose to attention. After it was at full staff, the teacher reached out for the hand of the girl whose pussy he had previously sucked and placed it around it. She got the idea and jacked him off. Although the teacher didn't come again, the other girl did. She licked her lips and grabbed the back of my head as I sucked on her tit. Then we were done.

"We all agreed that we liked what we were up to and should continue. We did ask the teacher about fucking us, however. Did he have any plans to really fuck us? He said that since we were all eighteen, he would consider it, but that we had to use condoms and we had to find another place to do it. We all agreed, but said that there were two more who might want to get involved."

By this time my cock was like iron. Margaret suggested that we take a break and try something else. She told me to wait where I was and walked into her bedroom. About ten minutes later she came out dressed like a school girl in a skirt and white blouse. Her hair was in a pony tail and her lips were bright red. My cock gave another twitch at the sight.

"Hi, teacher, what can I do to ensure a good grade this semester?" Margaret asked me as she rubbed herself against me. As she reached down for my cock, she rubbed her breasts against my upper arm and leaned down to kiss me.

"You could work a little harder at your lessons, or you could let me inside your panties."

Margaret let go of my cock, and I reached under her skirt and pulled her pink panties down and off, leaving the remainder of her clothes on. I was sitting on a chair that allowed Margaret to straddle my crotch and gain access to my cock. She took the head of my cock and placed it at the entrance to her pussy, then settled down onto it until it was completely enveloped. I covered her breasts with both hands as she began to glide up and down on my cock.

"Oh, teacher, your cock feels so good in me. I've never had such a thing inside me."

"Are you sure you've never fucked anyone before, Margaret? Your pussy feels like it might have experienced a cock before me."

"Well, I have used some objects to get off, but never a real cock."

"Oh, what sort of objects?"

"Well, I fucked a cucumber several times. And then there was the zucchini, which I fell in love with. It was a lot smoother than the cucumber. But I never had a cock in me."

By this time I was approaching another orgasm. My voice gave me away. Carrying on a conversation when about to come was a challenge that I hadn't mastered.

"Are you going to shoot your stuff into my pussy, teacher?"

"Your pussy? My, what a word from the lips of one so innocent."

"But it is my pussy, so I can call it whatever I want. I've heard of it referred to as a cunt or a snatch, but I like pussy."

"OK, pussy it is," I said as I started to shoot my stuff into her.

Although Margaret didn't join me in my orgasm, she did enjoy the sensation of my semen ejecting into her. When I was finished, I leaned back into the chair and Margaret leaned onto me, my arms around her, cupping her ass.

It was quite late in the day when I left Margaret's. We parted happy and satisfied. We also agreed to meet for the swinging session at Clorice's.   Chapter Twenty-Seven

While the Librarian wasn't happy about my late arrival, she understood. What she didn't understand was why I didn't have anything left for her even though I was expected to service her neighbor. After I explained the number of women I had been with already today, she understood. She then called her neighbor.

Sadly, the neighbor said that her husband had arrived and was already setting in front of the television, but she said that she could make an excuse for leaving and come over.

It took the neighbor no more than five munutes to arrive. She had clearly been ready to be sexually administered to for some time. She had gone all out to get ready. Her hair was recently done, her face appeared to have been professionally made up and her dress was new and quite revealing.

"Hi, Bill." She said as she walked in through the back door. She seemed a little more shy than I expected. After all, we had been joined in a very intimate way.

"Hi, yourself. You look great, almost good enough to eat."

With that comment, she walked to where I stood and asked if I really meant that. I said that I did. She then slipped an envelope into my shirt pocket while using her other hand to cup my crotch. Given that it had already serviced more than its share of women, it wasn't exactly standing at attention.

"Why Bill, I would have thought that you would be hard and ready for another cunt. Let me fix that."

She unzipped my pants and slid her hand in to grasp my cock. When she made contact, my cock woke up to the fact that a new cunt was waiting. It quickly gave her a handle to pull on.

"That's more like it," she said as she looked down to see her prize. "I hope you brought that extender that you told me about. It's been a long time since I've really been filled to capacity. I think the last time was when I was about twenty and in college. One of my professors promised me an A if he could 'do me'. That's what he called fucking. He was enormous and very satisfying. I've been measuring every man since by the standard he set."

By this time my cock was rigid. As she pumped it, I reached under her dress and felt for what I expected was a bare cunt. She surprised me by wearing a pair of panties that were anything but the matronly pair she wore the first time I fucked her. They were thin silk and quite damp over her cunt. I slipped a finger over the top of the waist band and down toward her opening. It was now completely hairless and very wet. I slipped a finger then two into her while she jacked me off. It didn't take much searching to find her swollen clitoris which I circled with my thumb. There we stood, mutually masturbating.

"How about if you put that cock thing on and really fuck me, Bill."

We, along with the Librarian who had been watching the drama unfold, walked into the living room. The drapes were open, so the Librarian closed them then told us that we could use whatever furniture we liked. The neighbor lady told me to undress and put on the extender while she watched. It took me no time time before I stood nude before two women who seemed to be enjoying the fact that I was nude with a serious boner and they were still dressed.

I took the cock extender from my pants pocket, put on a condom, then placed it over my cock. With another condom over the extender, it was unlikely that I would be coming any time soon.

"You certainly aren't going to impregnate anyone with that thing, are you?" The neighbor lady said.

"OK, whose ready for this thing," I asked.

"Since I'm paying, I think I'll go first."

With that, the neighbor lady unzipped her dress and let it drop to the floor. She had definitely gone all out in the underwear department. Her bra was designed to lift her very ample breasts and create a cleavage that would be the envy of any Hollywood star. She left it on while going to the panties that were so sheer that I could see her cunt through them. She pulled them down and off, then stood there waiting for my move.

I noticed that the Librarian was fixated on the cock extender that made my cock more like a weapon, it looked like the real thing although it was considerably bigger than a normal cock. Jason's might have been comparable. "Are you going to stay in those clothes?" I asked the Librarian. The Librarian took this as an invitation to get in on the act and started to peel off clothes in record speed.

By this time, the neighbor lady appeared to be in a state that she probably experienced via her romance novels. Her bodice was heaving in anticipation of the thing before her sliding into her very wet cunt.

"Lay back on the couch so I can get this thing in that beautiful cunt," I said.

The neighbor lady didn't hesitate a second before assuming a "fuck me" position on the couch. I got on my knees between her legs and pushed them further apart, and then I attacked her cunt with my mouth. She smelled and tasted like she had spent the day at a spa. There was no hair in the way of my tongue and lips as I licked and sucked at her cunt and clitoris. By the time she came, my face was slick with her juices.

"Here, Bill, let me wipe your face," the Librarian said. She had anticipated that I might want to kiss the neighbor lady with my face covered in her cunt juice, so she had produced a wash cloth at the right moment.

The neighbor lady was now in a state where she wanted nothing more than my extended cock in her. She took hold of it and pulled until it was at the entrance to her cunt. "Put it in me now!" she gasped. So I did.

I didn't test for depth, I just pushed in until I could get no further into her. She clearly liked the sensation because she was moaning for more.

"Oh, fuck, that's the biggest cock yet. Just fuck me as hard as you can. I need every bit of it," she moaned.

Then she came in a way that defied description. She held me with both hands around my ass and pulled me even deeper. I pushed one hand under her bra and cupped a tit. Then I tore the bra off and began to suck on first one then the other nipple until she came again. At least I thought she had. Maybe it was an extension of her first orgasm.

When she stopped convulsing, she opened her eyes and looked at me in a way that might have caused me to marry her on the spot if she wasn't already spoken for. "Oh my God, I thought that I died. That cock could make me consider leaving my husband."

"You don't need to leave him; I'll fuck you whenever you want, but maybe you should buy one of these things for your husband."

"That's a good idea," she said as I pulled out of her.

The afternoon was not only sexually fulfilling, it was lucrative as well. Fucking for a living beat changing oil and fixing flats, that was for certain.

The drive home gave me time to reflect on where my life was going. I concluded that there were many things about it that I liked a lot: free rent, good meals, enjoyable work, marginally challenging classes, but mostly, I liked the number of women who had made themselves not only available for sex, but who seemed to genuinely seek me out. Sex was good, but the bodies of all of the women were better. I loved the female form. I loved to run my hands over all of those I was fucking. In fact, it could be said that I was in love with each of them. After all, what was love but a desire to spend time with another person? Spending that time fucking was the best.

When I walked into the house, it was empty, but there was a note from my stepmother on the kitchen table.

"Bill, I'm next door. I'm helping the new people get settled. Come over for dinner if you want. Mom"

After a quick shower to wash off the sex of the day, I walked to the new neighbor's house. The new people bought the house from Clorice and her husband. They were new to the community, coming from out of state. They were much younger than my parents and had no kids.

When I arrived at the neighbor's, I knocked and waited. After a short wait a woman opened it and smiled. She was a little taller than me and slender. My eyes settled on her very perky breasts that were firmly nestled under her tight pullover. She had on well fitting blue jeans that ran down very shapely legs ending at bare feet. I finally got control of my gaze and looked at her face. It was tanned, lightly freckled and framed by strawberry blond hair that was straight, long and pulled into a ponytail.

"Hi, you must be Bill. I'm Connie," she said while extending her hand. I took her hand, which was very soft and warm. I held it a little longer than necessary.

"Hi, yeah, I'm Bill. My stepmother left a note asking that I come over."

"Right, she's been very welcoming and full of information about the community. She's also told me a lot about you. You seem to have your future well in hand."

"That may be debatable, but I'm happy with where it's going."

"Come in, but we are a bare foot house, so, if you don't mind, would you take off your shoes?"

I bent down to remove my shoes, then I followed Connie into the house, admiring the swing of her ass. We walked through the kitchen, which smelled great, then walked into the livingroom where my stepmother sat on a couch near a man about Connie's age. The man stood as I and Connie walked in.

"Hi, Bill, I'm Morris. I'm married to the vision that you walked in with." Morris held his hand out to shake mine. It was soft as well. My thought was that these were people who came from town and worked at jobs that didn't require much in the way of manual labor. "Connie and I are attorneys. We have a practice in town, but wanted to find a place in the country in order to get taste of what it's all about." My thought was accurate.

Everyone sat, my stepmother and Morris on a couch and me and Connie on a love seat across from them, a coffee table between us.

"Your father had some work to do at Betty's and won't be done until late," My stepmother said. I knew what the work was and smiled at my stepmother as she said it with a straight face.

"Did he bring the camera?" I asked.

"I think he did."

"What's with the camera? Is he a photographer," Connie asked.

My stepmother replied that he was a photographer of sorts.

"Is he taking photos of this Betty?" Morris asked.

"Yes, she and he are working on a project that requires that photos be taken as they progress."

"Sounds interesting," Connie said. "May I ask what sort of project? We like art, you see, and would be very interested in any art projects that might be happening in the community."

"If I can be very honest, here," My stepmother said. "They are photographing variations in positions that can be achieved during sex. While it may not be art in the common sense, but he and she think it is."

Connie looked just a little puzzled, but she also expressed interest. "You have full knowledge that he is having sex with another woman and that they're photographing themselves while doing it?"

"Yes, we have an open marriage where there is no place for jealousy. We just ask that we not bring any diseases home. It makes for a great sex life."

Connie looked at me as though she was about to ask if I was aware of this. "I know all about their sex lives, and I find nothing to disagree with," I said.

I glanced at Morris who was now looking at my stepmother's chest, a chest that was bigger than his wife's. I also noticed no critical expression on Morris's face. I did notice that his face was a little more pink than it had been.

Connie's expression, too, had become slightly more expressive, but in a good way. She looked at me in a way that I had seen other women shortly before I fucked them. Her chest was raising and falling a little more noticeably.

"What does it mean to have an open marriage?" Connie asked.

"Well, the obvious is that we can have sex with whomever we want with their consent. But it also means that we can get together with like-minded people for some group activity. We can even watch the others have sex without taking part, although that rarely happens. You'd be surprised how watching a live sex act can get the juices flowing. I mean literally get the juices flowing."

"I guess the next question should be this: does Bill take part in your sex lives?" Connie asked.

"Yes he does. I know many woman with whom he has sex. There are some that I don't know, I'm sure, but he doesn't hide his sex life from us. He's even had sex in our presence. He's quite good."

"Have you engaged in sex with him?" Connie asked while looking at me, her gaze falling to my crotch.

"Yes. We've had sex before and will again. As I said, he's quite good."

Morris was now in a state of sexual excitement. His tan pants were showing signs of a stiffening cock as he kept his gaze on my stepmother and her chest. I noticed that he was slowly sliding toward my stepmother while trying his best to conceal it from Connie. His concerns were unfounded because Connie's attention was on me and the bulge in my pants.

"Am I wrong, or do I note that you two have become just slightly horny listening to us? I see that Morris's cock has come alive under his pants and that he's sliding toward me. If it's OK with both of you, let's just do it. It was my hope that I could get into Morris's pants, and I know that Bill would love to fuck you," looking at Connie.

The word "fuck" seemed to break the ice. With no attempt to conceal anything, Connie slid toward me so her hip was against mine. She put her hand between my legs and felt around for my cock. It took little effort to find it. I helped her by unzipping and putting her hand inside and onto my cock. It took little effort to pull it out for all to see.

"Yes, it is quite nice," Connie said as she worked her hand up and down on it. I returned the favor by slipping my hand up under her pullover and over a breast.