1 comments/ 28100 views/ 21 favorites X-Rated Romp Through Life By: anonymousbosch Prologue The imaginary ramblings of this aging but still very sexually active man sometimes wander to his partially true but mostly imagined past. This is the tale of that mostly imagined life. I leave it to the reader to distinguish fact from fantasy. The names and places have been changed or most likely invented so that the reader is left with the thought that it might be he or she who is a part of this ramble. Along the way, we have done one of two things with our limited years where sex is concerned: we have denied our capacity to excel in our sexuality and, at times, even denied its existence, thereby reaching the end with the nagging question, "Why?" Alternatively, we took full advantage of what we received at birth. Whether male or female, we have experienced the delights that sex alone offers. Experiencing orgasm with another human is understood only if indulged in frequently and with as much creativity as possible and with a willing partner who shares the quest for the most intense orgasm. I cannot imagine the man or woman who, on his or her deathbed, has to wonder what sex with people who were available would have been like and how it would have changed his or her view of the world if prudishness was let go. They must wonder why they gave in to the dictates of fear, family, society or religion and sacrificed a huge part of whom and what they were: primarily sexual beings. This caution is directed primarily at the female reader since I have found in my travels that the female of the species is much more sensitive to their sexual nature than are men. It has been rare that I have found a woman who wasn't willing to initiate sex and then follow through with some of the most erotic techniques imaginable. Just know that I will not been one of those who will leave this earth with any questions about sex unanswered. When I am breathing my last, it will be with the memory of the many woman with whom I have shared that which is at our core as humans: sex, or just plain fucking. This story explores the sex life of Bill, an imaginary character who had the luxury of growing up in a family that did not adhere to the sexual mores of "normal" society. His mother died when Bill was very young, and his father remarried. His stepmother came into the marriage with a child who was several years older than Bill. By the time Bill became a slave to his overactive libido, his stepbrother was in the military. On the rare occasion that he returned with his wife for short visits, Bill was talking to a stranger. I guess one could say that Bill was an only child. His stepmother guided his trip through childhood, adolescence and early adulthood. He would thank her right to the grave.   Chapter One "It's about time," she said as she walked slowly toward me with the towel covering the critical parts of her body, parts that I had seen only in glossy magazines. She was naked under the towel that did not do such a great job of hiding any of those critical parts. I sat on the edge of my chair with an increasing bulge showing under the towel covering my now raging hard on. When it no longer served any purpose to attempt to hide the obvious, I pulled the towel from my lap and from under my ass, letting it fall to the floor, something I would never have dreamed of doing until that moment. She continued to walk toward me, stopping just long enough to direct her attention to my cock and to lick her lips. She then lifted one leg over mine and straddled my legs, sliding her body down my front while pressing her breasts to my chest. The towel covering them did little to mask the sensation of her breasts as they pressed against me. Her towel had ridden up to her waist, leaving her vagina exposed and open to my cock which was now poised at its entrance. Slowly and deliberately, she slid down onto my cock, all the time looking into my eyes. She said nothing as she impaled herself with the help of one hand. It took all of my concentration to keep from coming. This was the sexiest thing that I had ever experienced, although my experience was limited; I had never actually had my cock inside a woman, although my prom date had her hand around it. She sensed this and sat still while I settled into the sensation. She began to move her breasts in a slow circle on my chest. Her nipples grew even more rigid, if that was possible. I took hold of the bottom of her towel and pulled it up. It caught for a second when it reached the underside of her breasts. They were firm and bigger than I was used to; my prom date had let me feel her breasts, but I had to reach under her dress to do it. I pulled harder and the towel slid over them. They bounced once then settled into their natural state, which gave no indication of sagging. Given her age, I found this unusual but very appealing. They looked a lot like some of those I had seen in glossy magazines that made the rounds of guys my age. When her towel was on the floor and her breasts completely exposed, I cupped them with both hands then lowered my head and played my tongue over her nipples. She finally gave out a low moan and began to move herself up and down on my cock, which was beyond anything I had experienced in my somewhat abbreviated sex life. Eighteen years was not long enough to have formed the sort of experiences that would allow comparison with what was happening. She had sex down to an art form, and she was not reluctant to satisfy her needs. Betty was my stepmother's best friend. She was younger than my stepmother by about ten years which made her about 38, but they seemed to have a lot in common. Her body was the stuff of a boy's wet dreams. She was about my height: 5'9". She must have weighed about 130 pounds. Her hair was short; it came to the bottom of her neckline. As I said, she was everything a young man could dream of in a woman. Naked, she was beyond the dream state. Now I know that she had the same sexual appetite as my stepmother. As I look back on those times from the perspective of a middle-aged man, I view them with new appreciation for what Betty and my parents did for me. Some may have seen what we did and what I learned and from whom as perverted. I view it as nothing of the kind. It was an education that led me to a fulfilling life, a life that I might have missed without the early education offered by Betty, my parents and some other very significant and willing teachers. My education began at Betty's house on the lake on one particularly memorable day. Betty asked my stepmother if I could help with some things that she needed done. I guess, in retrospect, me fucking her was high on her list of this she needed help with. We were going to take her boat out of the water and pull it into the boathouse where she would scrape it and put on a fresh coat of paint. As I left the house that morning, my stepmother reminded me to take my swimsuit and told me to have a great day. When I arrived, Betty was in the yard raking leaves. She was wearing shorter shorts than I recalled seeing her in, not that I was complaining. A tight white T-shirt covered her breasts. I noticed that she was not wearing a bra, or maybe the bra she was wearing did not hide much. Whichever the case, her breasts caught my attention. I think she noticed that I was in a tit trance and asked if there was anything I would like before we started. I assumed, being the naïve kid that I was, that she meant a soft drink. I declined anything and managed to focus on her face in an attempt to get my over active cock under control. Betty put the rake away and told me to follow her down to the lake where the boat bobbed in the water. She suggested that I wear shorts or a swim suit today because I would be in the water. I wore a loose pair of tan shorts and a pull over shirt. I followed Betty to the lake, all the while trying desperately to watch the trail and not her ass. Betty lived on a lake near us. She had a cabin that her father had built many years before. It was right out of a book of beautiful cabins of the north. It was rustic and modern at the same time. It was made of logs but had all the modern conveniences. At the lakeshore were a sauna and a boathouse. A dock with diving platform and ladder extended out about fifty feet from the shore. There was a small gazebo up from the beach and slightly hidden among some trees. I always loved her place. When we reached the lake, Betty suggested that I get in the water behind the boat and push it up onto the beach as far as possible while she pulled on the mooring line. The boat was heavy; it was made of wood and had been in the water all summer. As we began to work together to move the boat up the beach, the mooring line that Betty was pulling on broke and she fell backward onto the sand. Her shorts rode up on her legs and I got an even better view of her crotch. A slight flash of panty came into view for a second or two before she recovered and stood up. She brushed herself off and smiled. After a short discussion about how we should proceed, we decide that we should both get behind the boat and push. We stood very close together behind the boat, our hands on the transom, and began to push. When we reached the sand, the boat came to an abrupt stop and our feet went out from under us at the same time. It was turning into a comedy act. The plunge into the water had a beneficial consequence, however. The thin T-shirt that Betty was wearing became semi-transparent. My earlier question was answered; she was not wearing a bra. Betty sputtered as she stood up, brushing her chest. She looked down and saw that she appeared almost nude from the waist up and simply shrugged as though this was an everyday occurrence. It may have been for her, but it definitely was not for me. She suggested that we try a different approach. We took opposite sides of the boat, pulled and lifted at the same time. This was a fortunate choice because I had developed a serious hard on that was making the job no less difficult. Directly across from me was a now semi-nude Betty, a woman I had previously thought of as someone who visited my stepmother on a regular basis and someone who fed my over active fantasy life when masturbating. Now, here she was showing me her breasts and her panties because her shorts had become translucent as well. "Bill, should we give this up and get a tractor and try again another day?" Betty asked. As she spoke, I noticed that she was looking at the formation in my shorts. "That sounds like a good idea. If we keep this up, we'll end up hurting ourselves," I replied. This, however, left me with no place to hide my little problem, even though the "cat" was now out of the bag. "Since we're already wet, how about if we take a swim then go up and have lunch," Betty said. "Great idea," I replied, hoping that her top might become even more transparent. We both waded back into deeper water where we were still touching bottom but the water, still warm for late August, came to our chests. Betty ducked down and began to swim out further. I followed close behind. She suddenly stopped, at least as sudden as one could stop in water, but I didn't notice and swam into her from the rear. I grabbed her around the middle to keep from pushing her under and in doing so, I grabbed her breasts; they were soft and warm. The nipples were hard and long. My cock was jammed against her ass. After holding her longer than was necessary, I let go and began to tread water a few feet from her. She looked at me with a slight smile and said nothing about what had happened. She then turned and began swimming back toward the dock with me close behind. My cock was in a state that made it difficult to swim, but I managed to get to the dock as she climbed out using the ladder. Then it was my turn, my telltale hard on almost out of control. Luckily, or maybe by design, Betty continued to walk away from the ladder, giving me a chance to get onto the dock with minimal embarrassment. As we walked up the hill toward her cabin, Betty turned and told me to hurry, that the first one to the cabin had dibs on the shower and dry clothes. She must have known that I did not have any dry clothes with me. We both began to run up the hill. She was in her late thirties, but she could run as fast as I. By the time we reached the cabin door, my hard on had reduced to a manageable state and I was able to face her. Her T-shirt was still semi-transparent, however, and the effect began to work on my cock once more. Betty glanced down toward my cock for a second as she turned and walked toward the shower. I noticed a swing to her hips that was not there before. Maybe she was anticipating what was going to happen. "I'll get a towel, and you can dry off. Take your shorts and shirt off if you want and put them in the drier. They should not take long to dry. You can use the towel to wrap around you. I'll be right out." With that, Betty walked into her bathroom. I heard the shower begin to run a short time later. I also noticed that she had left the door partially open. As I slid my shorts down and took off my soaked underwear and T-shirt, I glanced into the bath. I could just make out Betty through the smoked glass shower door. She had to know what she was doing and that I was doing my best to sneak a peek at her. Before I heard the shower stop, I had wrapped the towel around my hips and sat on a kitchen chair. I thought that I could stay there and not have to get up and show my predicament; that's how naïve I was at eighteen. I was unable to get a good view through the open door as she got out of the shower, but my imagination completed the picture. After a few minutes, Betty came out of the bath, a towel wrapped around her body in the most sexually exciting way I could ever have imagined. The magazines that the horny boys in the community passed around were no match. She had dried off for the most part, but water still glistened on her chest above her breasts. "About time," she said. I was not sure what that meant, but my cock seemed to have an idea. Betty almost danced toward me, never taking her eyes from mine except for the quick glance at where my cock was now trying to escape the confines of the towel. I thought that if it got any bigger, it would burst. Even when I got a hand job from my senior prom date, it did not get this big. Since the cat was now out of the bag, so to speak, I pulled the towel from around my waist and exposed my cock to Betty. "I've been waiting for this for a long time, Bill," Betty said. "Ever since you were about sixteen and began to show signs of what you were going to become. I was just waiting until you graduated and were legal. You can call this your graduation gift from me, a gift that will keep on giving if you want." With that, Betty walked toward me, straddled my legs and settled at the head of my cock. She reached down, took my cock in her right hand, and guided it to her vagina. I could feel the slippery entrance as she flicked the head of my cock from the front to the back until she was moaning. She then settled herself onto my cock, which slid its full length into her. I thought that I would come right then if she moved at all. "Did you know that your stepmother and I talked about this and thought it would be a great way to train you in the ways of the female anatomy and satisfying a woman?" Betty said as she sat on my cock. I was surprised by what she said, but not surprised enough to stop what was happening. If anything, it made the experience even sexier. Imagine, an older woman showing me what sex was all about, and the older woman was Betty whose body was beyond sexy; It was the perfect place to practice the most exciting thing a young man could do with a woman. Yes, I had my cock inside a woman. Being jacked off by a female's hand just didn't compare. As Betty started to lick my ears and neck, I had an orgasm that must have shot like a water cannon into her. I felt like I was never going to stop coming. Betty yelped like a puppy as I shot semen into her. She continued to bounce then put both her legs around the back of the chair and pulled me into her. We sat like that for a minute while we recovered enough to get up. Betty slid slowly off me and stood up, my sperm glistening on her pubic hair, some starting to run down her legs. This was my first view of a real vagina, or pussy, as my pals and I called it. She picked up her towel and wiped her vagina and legs. As she did so, she bent down and kissed me on the lips. The kiss was unlike any I'd felt. Even the ones that my prom date applied fell short, and she was a great kisser. Maybe it was because my prom date had not sat on my cock. The kiss lasted at least a minute. Betty then stood up and took my hand. She led me into the bathroom where she turned on the shower. She got in then pulled me in by my reinvigorated cock. The shower was roomy enough for one person, but two people made it a forced sexual exercise. We had to rub together as we let the water run over us. Betty took a bar of soap and began to soap me where she could reach. Her hands ended up on my cock, which had found new life. "My, aren't you the horny guy," Betty said with a big smile. She worked her hand back and forth on my cock in a skilled way that led me to think that she had practiced the art of the hand job. I found her vagina and soaped it up and down. I slid first one then two fingers into her and jacked them back and forth. This was something of which I had only dreamt. "Bill, if you feel toward the top of the opening you'll find a little bump; that's my clitoris. Rubbing and sucking on that is what makes me come." Betty took the middle finger of my right hand and guided it to the spot. Slowly and gently, she moved my finger around her clitoris. When she was satisfied that I had learned enough for the moment, she let me take over. It took about two minutes of what I thought was a decent technique for Betty to start breathing hard and tell me not to stop. Then she came. As she did, I slid two fingers into her vagina. I reached in as far as I could reach then withdrew them. As she continued to come, she still jacked my cock with all her might. The hand job worked its magic and I came, shooting more semen on her hand, legs and shower wall. We both hung on to each other as we came down from the sex-induced high that we had both experienced. It was amazing that we did not injure ourselves in the close confines of the shower. With my semen washed from the shower wall and Betty's hand and legs, we got out of the shower and dried each other. She gave special attention to my cock, which seemed to have developed a mind of its own. I paid close attention to drying her breasts. I was in love with them. They stood out proudly from her body in a way that made them impossible to ignore. "I don't want to get too personal, Betty, but how do you manage to have such great breasts?" "Do you mean for a woman of my age? And you can call them tits if you want to. I know that's what guys your age call them." "Well, yes, I guess that's what I mean. And I'd like to call them tits. They're beautiful." "Thank you. I had help from a plastic surgeon who gave them new life about a year ago." "I thought that I saw something different about you about a year ago." "So, you've been keeping track of my body, have you?" ""Yes, I have. Your body has always been great, but it got better." "Did you masturbate thinking about my body?" "All the time; I used to think about what you must look like without clothes while I jacked off." "Now you won't have to wonder, will you? We can even take some pictures today, so you have something to remind you when I am not available. How would you like that?" "That would be great, but I'm afraid my stepmother might find them." X-Rated Romp Through Life "Recall that your stepmother and I thought that this would be a great way of introducing you to the world of sex, don't you? I do not think she would be too shocked. Besides, your stepmother has seen me in the nude several times, and so has your dad, for that matter." "My dad, you've fucked, or had sex with, my dad?" "Your stepmother and I have an agreement, and he thinks that it's a great idea: When she's not available for whatever reason, or if they both want something different, both of them or just your dad can come to me for sex. We 'fuck' a lot, to use your terminology. I love it; he is a very good lover. His cock is as big as or bigger than yours is and he knows how to use it. We have been doing this for several years. I was a teen when we started. Your parents were quite the swingers. I wanted to experience sex with someone who knew what he was doing, so we agreed that your dad would do the honors as a graduation gift. It was a great gift. We continued it to this day." "How about my stepmother; who is she fucking on the side?" "I should probably let her tell you that if she wants to. But I can tell you that you'd be very surprised to know who one of them is." The conversation had lasted longer than we intended and we were hungry. Betty kept just a towel on as she put together sandwiches and took two beers from the fridge. We ate as if it was the best meal we ever had. After we finished, Betty suggested that we go into her bedroom and dig out her Polaroid camera. I thought that was a good idea, but my cock had other ideas. We still had not dressed. My towel was again doing its best to hide the raging hard on that I developed when Betty got up from the table and took our dishes to the sink where she stood washing them. I walked behind her and put my arms around her body, cupping her tits with both hands. Her towel came undone and dropped to the floor. My hard on could now grind into her ass while she worked. Somehow, she was able to finish without telling me to quit. She was enjoying it. "Let's hold off just a second so you don't come again without taking me along." We went into her bedroom where she laid back on the bed with her legs spread. Her vagina was glistening again as though it was begging for a cock to fill it. In my short time with Betty, I knew that I should probably do more than just slide my cock into her and immediately come. Remembering the lesson on female anatomy that Betty had given me in the shower, I knelt on the floor between her legs that were dangling over the edge. I slowly kissed my way up both legs until I reached her vagina, which was now slippery. I reached up, spread her lips with my thumbs, and began to lick her vagina from bottom to top. When I found her clitoris, I began to suck on it as if it was a lollypop. It grew under the sucking action to about a half inch long. Betty was moaning and her head was rolling around. She grabbed the back of my head and pulled it into her. I shoved both of my thumbs into her vagina and worked them from side to side. She then came. She bounced on the bed and cried out as if she was in pain. It was not pain, but mind numbing ecstasy that she was experiencing. I could not believe that I had done this for an experienced woman. After she stopped bouncing and caught her breath, Betty pulled me up to face her. My cock was so hard that it hurt. When my cock reached the entrance of her vagina, Betty said, "Put it in me, Bill." I slowly slid the full length of my cock into her. Her eyes had a soft look to them, as if they were slightly out of focus. Then I began to pump in and out. The first time I put my cock into her, we had not really fucked. I just came and it was over. This was different; I did not feel the need to come quickly. I wanted to feel this as long as I could. Betty was of the same mind. From my view of Betty under me, I could see her tits with their swollen nipples move from side to side in a fluid motion. I could also see my cock as it pulled from her then slid back in. With each stroke, Betty moaned and asked me to keep fucking her. I had no plans to quit just yet. I found that if I pulled my cock completely out of her vagina, it seemed to give her additional pleasure as it found its way back in. After slipping in and out of Betty for a few minutes, she told me to go faster, so I began to slam into her with all that I had, my balls swinging against her ass as I touched bottom. It took only about a minute of this pace and I felt like a huge climax was about to erupt. "I'm going to come now." "Please do. Fuck me hard until you come," Betty stammered. I came as if I had never come before. Even the first time with Betty was not like this. I felt paralyzed as my semen shot into her. She pulled me to her as though she wanted every drop as far inside as possible. How could a woman of Betty's age be so sexual? I thought only young women were like this. I had obviously missed something along the way. It was no wonder my stepmother wanted my education to be at the hands of a master. She liked sex as much or more than I did. What a discovery. I lay on top of Betty with my cock still inside her. It was losing some of its stature, but it was hard enough to stay lodged. "My God, I love how great young guys are. It's been too long since I've had a man of your age between my legs." "How long?" I asked. "It was earlier this summer. One of the families on the lake had a boy from the cities up for a few weeks. We ran into each other on the north end of the lake one evening. He was skinny dipping off his boat when I came along in my canoe hoping for some good pictures of the sunset. He did not see me until it was too late. At least that is what I thought. When he did see me he tried to hide his cock, but it was no use. I had already seen what he had. As I looked, he developed, to his embarrassment and my pleasure, the most magnificent erection. I complimented him on it and suggested that I join him. I beached the canoe and started to undress. He regained his composure and lost all his modesty. He walked to where I stood and watched me as I got out of my clothes. The weather was great, but the evening was getting slightly chilly, so my nipples stood out. I then took him by the hand and we walked to where the water was up to our shoulders. I straddled his body with my legs and arms around his neck. He put his hands under my butt and I then dropped one hand down, took hold of his cock, and began to guide it toward my vagina, which was sopping. He reached under my butt and felt my vagina. When he found that it was so slippery, he slid a finger in. I do not think he had ever felt a woman's vagina before then. I managed to slow him down and replaced his finger with his cock, which slid into me. He came so quickly that I knew that I was fucking a virgin. He later told me that he had just graduated from high school, had also just turned eighteen and had never before been with a woman. "As the evening progressed, he told me that he had set me up. He knew that I often went to the end of the lake in the evening, and he wanted to see if he had the courage to carry off his plan. His skinny dip was his plan to expose himself. Little did he know. He thought that I might run to the people he was staying with and tell them about the pervert they were harboring. Maybe he was a pervert, but I think I got him out of the notion that he had to shock women to get off. "After his honesty session, we went up to the beach and climbed into his boat, which was more stable than my canoe. We laid out his towel then lay back. By that time, he was hard again and I was aching for his cock. He slid his cock toward my vagina, and I helped him put it in and told him what to do. He then gave me a pretty good fucking for a first timer. Nothing like you just did, but OK." "We fucked one more time before he had to go and I never saw him again. I know the people who he stayed with. We have dinner together from time to time. They tell me how much their guest liked me and that he hopes to see me when he comes up again. Their son is a friend of the young lad. The son is in my sights." "So you like fucking young guys?" "I just like to fuck; if the guy happens to be young, so much the better. However, older guys, like your father, have the advantage of staying power and experience in knowing what pleases a woman. Young guys can come over and over without much down-time, which makes for a fun day." "Did you like being fucked by me just now?" "Oh yes, oh yes; It was divine. Your cock is about the best I've ever known." I did not know how to take this, coming from a woman who had just told me she loves young cocks, but I decided to take it at face value. Who knows, maybe she was being honest and she would let me continue to "help her" with jobs around the cabin from time to time. I could hope. "Can we take some of those pictures you talked about?" Betty went to a drawer and took out a Polaroid camera and a small box full of neatly filed photos. She first took a few of the photos out and laid them on her bed. They were all of her in various poses. All were of her with no or very few clothes. One that attracted my eye was of her with translucent panties and a bra that covered only the underside of her tits. It pushed them up in a way that made them even more beautiful than they were with no bra. Her nipples were dark and erect as if someone had just been sucking on them. The panties were so sheer that her vagina showed through the fabric. I thought that someone else must have taken the photo until she told me that there was a remote timer on her camera for just such cases. Another of the photos was Betty on all fours with her ass toward the camera. She had some sort of device shoved into her vagina; it looked like a zucchini, but she told me that it was a dildo. I had never heard of a dildo. It sounded sexy, and I wanted to know more about that. The last of these was her on her back with a man's hard cock just showing at the bottom of the photo. The man, whose cock we were looking at, Betty said, took this one. "Who is the man?" I asked. "Do you want to know all of my secrets? I have already told you that I love to fuck and that I love cocks. I love your cock and could easily learn to love you, but I am afraid that one man's cock is not enough. The man in the photo is someone you know very well. He is a great lover who appreciates my body very such. The day he took this picture, he was doing some work for me and we were taking a lunch break. After lunch we decide to take a swim which lead to a sex session and this picture. He took it just before he slid into me. It was divine. He's your father." Holy fuck, here was my father's cock in full bloom just about to slip into the woman I had just fucked. Surprisingly, I did not find this at all off putting. After all, Betty had already told me that she and my father were lovers with the consent of my stepmother. What else waited in the file of photos? Betty put the photos away and took out a few more, spreading them out on her bed. These all included men who were easily identifiable. It was not just their cocks that were visible. One included a man and a woman with Betty. They were in a sauna. The picture was somewhat blurred. I guessed that the steam from the sauna had that effect. It was somewhat artistic in a way. I assumed that the sauna was the one on Betty's beach. The man's head was between Betty's legs and the woman was between the man's legs, his cock in her mouth. I did not recognize either. Betty was clearly enjoying herself. The woman who was between the man's legs was fingering herself. I was feeling somewhat sorry for her because she was being left out, but maybe she was not after all. The next picture was of Betty standing near a car's fender. The car was an old one. She had one leg on the bumper. She was bent over in such a way that a man was able to enter her from the rear, which he was doing. The picture was obviously taken by someone who was not in the photo. The man looked familiar, however. He should have, he was my father. Was the photographer my stepmother? "Yes, your stepmother took that photo. She actually joined us later. It was a great day, as I recall. You were about ten years old when it was taken." "Now, let's take some of our own, shall we?" asked Betty. Before we started, Betty spread a blanket on her bed. She apparently thought that we might get her spread smeared with semen. She showed me how to operate the camera then we talked about what we should photograph. We decided that I should take some that I would like to masturbate to. These included Betty on her back, legs spread and vagina clearly exposed. I also took one with her in bra and panties looking over her shoulder at the camera. The next was in the same bra and panties but with one cup of the bra pulled down to expose one breast. The last was just Betty masturbating. Betty suggested that we might also take some with both of us. For this, I would have to be hard. Betty looked down at my cock and then up into my eyes. This alone was enough to get a reaction from my cock, which started to climb. Betty then got down onto her knees in front of me, took my cock in one hand, held it, and brought her mouth to it. Fuck, I thought, she is going to give me a blowjob. She licked the head of my cock to get it wet. She wrapped her lips around the head and slowly slipped her mouth over it until she had almost covered the length of it. I could not imagine how that was possible without gagging. She somehow accomplished it, but then withdrew and began to pump back and forth. The sensation was something that I had only imagined in wet dreams. She then pulled off my cock long enough to speak. "Take the camera and take a shot of me giving you a blowjob. Take two, one for you and one for me." She then resumed her task. I could barely hold the camera still while she was giving me my first blowjob. Somehow, I was able to get a picture while she had my cock fully engulfed by her mouth. The next shot was with her at the end of my cock just before her down stroke. Apparently, she didn't want me to come just yet because she stopped and withdrew. As she did so in one very slow motion, she looked up at me, almost driving me over the edge into a raging orgasm. Somehow, I was able to stop just before going past the point of no return. Betty suggested that the next pictures should show our faces so anyone who saw them would know the actors. She told me to lie on my back. She took the camera and sat it on a chest near the bed. She told me to work on my cock a bit to make sure it was very hard, which I did. She then pushed the remote button on the camera, giving her ten seconds to get into position before it went off. She ran to the bed and quickly straddled me while at the same time taking hold of my cock and inserting it into her vagina. She slid all the way onto my cock and looked at the camera just as it flashed. She continued to pump at my cock for a while until she seemed to come around and say that we needed to think of another pose. "We could get one of you fucking my tits. I'll lay on me back and you straddle my chest and put your cock between my tits and slide back and forth. If we're lucky, you'll be shown coming in the photo. I'll have to get you almost to the point of coming before the picture, though." Betty moved a table nearer the bed where she could reach the camera without leaving the bed. She came back and told me to stand at the side of the bed while she lay down. I positioned my cock near her head. She turned her head toward it and took the head into her mouth. She began to work her mouth back and forth along the length of my cock. I was nearly coming again and told her so. I quickly got onto the bed and straddled her chest, placing my cock between her tits. It was slippery with Betty's saliva, so it slid back and forth with ease. Betty asked if I was close. I said that it would be a short while longer. I didn't want to hurry this new sensation. I took the sides of Betty's tits in my hands and pushed them against my cock as I moved back and forth. She looked into my eyes in a pleading way that told me that she wanted me to come. I wasn't sure how fucking her tits would give her a lot of pleasure, but it apparently did. "I'm going to come, Betty." She quickly hit the remote button on the camera and resumed her position as I worked my cock into her tits. I came with as much force as the previous times. My semen shot out of the end of my cock and hit Betty under her chin. As its force subsided, it shot onto her chest and finally dribbled between her tits. The camera had flashed just as I started to come. While I was coming, Betty appeared be coming as well. She rolled her head back and closed her eyes, moaning. As I came down from this high that I had just experienced, Betty opened her eyes and smiled. She glanced own at her chest and my somewhat reduced cock then back into my eyes. "That was one of the all time great things that has ever happened to me. No one has ever done that and come on camera. I came so hard that I almost fainted. It's too bad we don't have two of those, one for you and one for me. I want that for my album." "Maybe we can do it again," I said as more of a question than a statement. "Yes, we can try, but some other time. I think I'd die if I came like that twice in one day." Before we got up from where we were recovering from what had just happened, Betty took a finger a slid it across a trail of my semen on her chest. She put the finger in her mouth, wrapping her lips around it, looking at me all the while. I began to get hard again just watching. She rolled the semen around as if it was wine, then she swallowed. It wouldn't have taken much to make me come again right then. "Yum, there's very little in this world as good as a young man's semen." She then went back to her chest and took another sample of my semen on the tip of her finger. She brought it to my lips, which I opened without giving it much thought. She put her finger in my mouth, which I closed around it. She pulled her finger out, leaving my semen in my mouth to savor. It didn't taste much like anything was my thought. It did seem a little odd, though, my tasting my own semen. Maybe it's an acquired taste that I could learn to like. What she was doing had worked on my cock, which was again ready to go. How the fuck did this happen? Betty was already on her back and I was straddling her so she was not in a position to argue, so I just slid down her body until my cock was once again at the entrance to her vagina. My semen on her chest made the act even more sexually charged. When I could feel my cock dancing around the entrance to her vagina, I moved my body around until I was sure that if I pushed I would slide into her. I reached that point and pushed forward. I slipped into her open and very slippery vagina with no resistance from either her vagina or her. Betty again rolled her eyes back and began to pant. By this time, I had learned a few things about Betty and her body. She loved having my cock in her and she loved being fucked with a lot of force. I began to ram in and out in a way that made a slapping sound with every stroke. She grabbed me by my ass and pulled at the end of every stroke as though she wanted me further inside than I was capable of. It was a new sensation on a short list of sensations that I had experienced for the first time today. I pumped at her vagina and sucked at her tits for longer than I had been able to previously. She groaned and whimpered as if she was being injured. The hurt, I knew by now, was actually an overwhelming sensation of sexual ecstasy. As I came, I drilled into her as far as I could and held myself against her. At the same time, Betty came with such force that she nearly threw me off. I wasn't sure that I could survive another one like that. X-Rated Romp Through Life Betty slowly opened her eyes and looked at me. "God, are you good. I've never, ever come so hard. This is an orgasm for the ages. I'll never let you go after that. You can have me any time you want and under any circumstances, no questions asked. Just slip into me. I'll always be wet for you. Fuck." "You've taught me everything I know so far and all in one day. I guess I have my stepmother to thank for this, my stepmother and you. I think I'll be over a lot to help around the place, if you don't mind." "Mind? You must be kidding. I'll have you over to trim the grass, my grass, every day." After we had recovered enough to get up, take a shower, together, and get dressed, it was late afternoon. Betty gave me the photos that we had taken, except one, and told me to use them with her in mind. I got into my beater car and drove home. This had been the best day of my life so far.   Chapter Two When I drove into the yard, I noticed that my stepmother's car was parked in its usual spot, but my dad's was gone. He was probably still at work. He sometimes worked late. I walked into the house and to my room where I looked around for a good spot to hide the photos. I decided that under some paper in a bottom drawer of my bureau would work temporarily. "Bill, is that you?" my stepmother called from her room. "Yes." She walked to my door and opened it without knocking, one of her many flaws in my opinion. "How did the day at Betty's go? Did you get the boat out? It seemed that it took an awfully long time." "We didn't manage the boat. It was too heavy for us. I'll have to take the tractor over and drag it out. We just messed around the place for the rest of the day. Betty wanted some help with some other stuff." "What other stuff?' "You know, just stuff." "You seem awfully cheerful for having spent a day working. You must have At least gone swimming. The water is still so warm for this time of year." "We did go swimming. It was nice." "That's good. You have to have some fun, too. We'll be eating as soon as your father gets home. He'll be a little late. He called and said that he left something at Betty's the last time he was there and was going to stop by and pick it up on the way home." "Did he say what it was that he left? I could have brought it with me." "There were some pictures that we took a few weeks ago but forgot to bring home." "OK, mom, I'll be in my room until dinner. Just give me a holler." "OK, dear." As my stepmother walked toward the kitchen, I sat on the edge of my bed and wondered what sort of pictures she was talking about and if my father was fucking Betty as we were talking. Betty did say that my father was one of her lovers and my stepmother was complicit in it. However, the thought of my father fucking the woman I had just spent most of the day with was a little off putting. But the thought of my father fucking Betty shortly after I had my cock in her was also exciting. I actually felt my cock give a little jump at the thought. When my father arrived, he was in a great mood. I wondered why. He kissed my stepmother and walked into their bedroom. By the time he came out, dinner was ready and we all sat down at the table. "How'd the day go at Betty's, Bill? Did you get the boat in?" my dad asked. "We couldn't lift it out of the water, so I thought that I'd take the tractor over tomorrow and pull it up using her trailer." "Sounds like a great idea. She said that you're a real hard worker and wants you to come over and do some other things as needed." "Yeah, I'd like that," I said with some difficulty in keeping from blushing. "But don't forget, Bill, you still have an obligation to Charlie and Rebecca at the station," my mom threw in. "I'm scheduled to work this Friday evening and all weekend." Charlie and Rebecca owned a service station and small café on the main highway about three miles from us. I'd worked there after school and some weekends since I turned sixteen. It was a great source of spending money and I had actually been able to buy a car with what I made. It wasn't much of a car, but it was mine. After dinner, I helped my stepmother with the dishes then went to my room to work on some stuff for next year. I was going to attend the local community college for two years then transfer to one of the state colleges. However, my main interest tonight was the day I'd just spent with Betty. I opened my bureau where I had hidden the pictures. I wanted to relive the day. As I looked at them, especially the one with my cock between Betty's breasts, my cock got out of control. It wanted some immediate attention, which I found a little strange given today's workout. Without thinking too far into the future, I pulled my pants down and exposed my cock, now somewhat bruised and red. I laid the photos on my bed and began to jack off, just as Betty would have wanted. It took me a little longer than normal, but when I did come, my semen shot into the tissue I was holding, glanced off and onto the bedspread. Just as the last of the semen was dribbling out of my cock, someone knocked at my door. My parents usually didn't barge in on me without first knocking. My stepmother was a sporadic exception. "Who is it?" I asked, as if I didn't know. "Your stepmother, I'd like to talk with you about something. Can I come in?" "Just a second," I responded with more panic in my voice than I intended. I had just about enough time to pull my pants up, throw the tissue in the garbage and sit down on the bed before my stepmother opened the door and walked in. "Am I interrupting anything? If I am I can come back." "No, it's fine, come in." There was one thing that I'd overlooked: the semen that had shot onto the bed spread was still fresh and very visible if you were looking for it. The pictures were now under my pillow. My stepmother sat on my desk chair and looked at me. "How's your life going, Bill. I worry about you from time to time. You seem to work too much for a young man. You should go out more and have fun." "I go out with Penny once in a while. We went to the prom. Besides, I like to work. The job at the service station isn't a job, it's fun. I learn a lot and meet a lot of people." "This Friday night you'll be at the station working when all of your buddies are out with girls." "Really, I like what I'm doing. I like my life." Little did she know just how much I liked my new life. On the other hand, maybe she did. As she got up to leave, I saw her glance down at the bedspread where the semen had landed. A slight smile crossed her lips as she left. That was close, I thought as I put things back in order and cleaned the bedspread as much as I could with what I had. That night, as I lay reflecting on my new life, I wondered about the photos that my father went to pick up at Betty's. I'd have to check that out. The next day was a day off for me. I had nothing planned except a call to Betty to check if I should bring the tractor over. Right after breakfast, I made the call. She was thrilled with the idea. Both my stepmother and dad were going to be gone for the day, so it would be a perfect time to do a little search for photos, but where should I begin the search? Since I put mine in my bureau, I thought that I would start with theirs'. I never made a habit of snooping around in my parent's bedroom, but this time I thought it would be justified since we seemed to be sharing the same woman. I started with the bottom drawer of my stepmother's bureau. It was where she kept things that she apparently didn't use very often: lingerie of a very sexy nature, a dildo that I now had some ideas about, a box of condoms, which I thought should probably be in my father's bureau, and a Polaroid camera like the one Betty used. Beside the camera was a small box with a slide–on cover. With a slightly guilty conscience, I opened the box and took out the photos, making sure that I kept them in the order in which I found them. The first picture was the newest; it had been taken the day before. I recognized it because it showed me entering Betty from the rear. Although my face wasn't in it, it was definitely me. It was one of the pictures that my dad had picked up. The next one was of Betty on her back with my dad on top of her. It was taken in such a way that it was clear that his cock was in Betty's vagina. It, too, was new. As I went through the pictures, they became more interesting. I finally came to one that didn't include Betty. It was of my stepmother with her legs up and spread as wide as she could get them. I recognized the bed as the one I was now sitting on. I didn't recognize the man who had his head between her legs. He might have been one of my uncles. The haircut and the body build looked like Uncle George. Whoever it was, he was giving my stepmother a lot of pleasure judging from her face. The picture had to have been taken by a third person and not by remote control. The next photo was of my stepmother and my boss, Charlie. Charlie was sitting on a chair and my stepmother was on his lap facing the camera. Charlie's cock was standing up between my stepmother's thighs and was hiding her vagina from the camera's view. He had his hands over her breasts. The next picture showed them in the same position, but this time his cock was in her. Her vagina was clearly visible. It was surrounded by an expanse of hair, a lot more than Betty had around her vagina. The position that they were in didn't look all that comfortable to me. The next picture showed my stepmother on the chair and Charlie on his knees which were resting on a cushion, bringing his cock up to my stepmother's vagina. Although I couldn't verify it, I was sure that Charlie's cock was buried in her. Then it got real interesting. A woman I thought was so straight, Charlie's wife, Rebecca, was naked and on all fours in what appeared to be her living room. My father was behind her with one hand between her legs. He must have had a finger inside her, because she looked like Betty when she was being fucked. My father's cock was standing out straight and slightly up. It was clearly bigger than mine. He was in great shape for a man his age. The next picture was of my dad on his knees behind Rebecca with his cock in her vagina about half way. Whoever was taking the photos did a great job. During the previous years that I had worked around Charlie and Rebecca, I had no hint of their other life. For that matter, my parents' hidden life was a surprise. As I reflected, however, I recalled instances when Rebecca had made veiled advances that only a person with some sexual experience beyond masturbation would recognize. There was the time that we were in her café getting ready for the day. It was Saturday, so it would be busy. I was standing at the sink and Rebecca was directly behind me in the very narrow area between the sink and stove. She appeared to accidently rub her ass against mine and kept up the motion beyond the point that it couldn't possibly have been accidental. She then turned to me and smiled. Her blouse was unbuttoned further than I recalled it being earlier. I could make out the tops of her breasts that spilled over her brassiere. I gazed at them until her voice brought me back to the moment: "See something you like, Bill?" Then there was the day that the station wasn't very busy, so Charlie asked that I go to his house and mow the lawn. It was a hot and humid day, the sort of day that makes one sweat by simply breathing. When I arrived, Rebecca's car was in the driveway. I got the mower out of the garage and began to mow. When I passed the living room picture window, I noticed Rebecca talking on the phone. I couldn't see how she was dressed because of the window's reflection. In the back of the house, I ran the mower into something hidden in the grass. The engine stopped and I wasn't able to restart it. Thinking that Charlie might have an idea what was wrong, I decided to use the phone in the house to call him. The next few minutes were critical to my female anatomy education. I knocked on the front door and waited a few minutes. I was about to walk away, thinking that Rebecca was in the bathroom, when the door opened and Rebecca stood there with a bath towel over her shoulders. She didn't appear to have just come from a shower: her hair was dry and her pants were still on. She said, as though surprised, "Oh, it's you Bill, come in." She had to know it was me. As she walked into the kitchen, she took the towel from around her shoulders. She had only a bra on, and it didn't cover much. She turned toward me not saying anything. Being only sixteen at the time, I didn't know what this meant, but my cock did. Now I know that she wanted to start my formal sex education, but I was too dense to recognize it. She looked down at herself and asked if I liked her bra. I did and told her so. It was a small and thin thing. I could clearly see her nipples through the fabric. They were a little darker than the light pink fabric. I stood there like a dummy and didn't move, just staring at her chest. I also looked at her eyes and saw that she was focused on the lump that had formed in my shorts. I finally came to my senses and asked if I could use the phone. She apparently came to her senses as well and told me to go ahead. While I talked to Charlie, Rebecca just stood there exposing herself. Charlie must have noticed a quiver in my voice. As I look back on that day, I think Charlie and Rebecca had set up the situation. I think she was planning to fuck a virgin on that day and with Charlie's blessings. By the time I reached this point, my cock couldn't stand it any longer. I spread a few of the pictures on the bed and took my pants down. It took almost no fist movement before I came. I was ready this time. I didn't want unexplained semen on my parent's bedspread. Then I carefully put everything back where I had found it. Before I left the room, I checked out the sort of lingerie my stepmother wore. The one that was most interesting was a thin panty sort of thing with no fabric at the crotch. She also had a bra with a gap in the fabric where her nipples would stick out, interesting. I drove the tractor to Betty's in its highest gear. When I arrived, Betty was nowhere in sight. I knocked at the door, but there was no answer. She said that she would be there when I arrived, so I thought I'd just look around. When I got to the beach, I noticed that the boathouse door was open. I walked up to it and called for her. The boathouse had lights, but they were off. I reached around the corner of the door where I knew the switch was located and turned on the lights. Betty wasn't there. I turned and noticed that smoke was coming from the sauna's chimney. I walked over and found the door unlocked but no one in the dressing room. I glanced through the small window between the dressing room and steam room. Betty was sitting on the top bench, naked, taking some steam. She saw me and beckoned me to come in. I got undressed as quickly as I could without breaking something, and then opened the steam room door. "Hurry, don't let the steam out." I walked in and climbed up to the top. I sat next to Betty who was drenched in sweat, my cock standing tall. Rivulets of sweat rolled down her tits and off her nipples. The picture was almost more than I could manage without coming without any manual stimulation. My cock was standing at full attention as I sat there taking it in. "You know that it's forbidden to fuck in the sauna, don't you, Bill," Betty said while staring directly at my cock. "Yes I do, but my cock doesn't know that." "You also know, by this time, that I don't exactly follow the rules, don't you?" "That's good to know," I said with a sigh of relief. Betty reached over and took my cock in her left hand at the same time that she threw water on the hot rocks. As the steam rolled off the rocks, raising the temperature to nearly unbearable, I almost came, but managing to hold on for a little longer. She told me to get between her legs and fuck her. I was just able to position myself between her spread legs without burning my ass. With very little effort, I slid my cock into her until I could go no further. I stayed there without moving, because any more movement would have sent me over the edge. "It's OK, you can come any time you want to." With that, I pulled out and slammed back into her with enough force to push her back and into the wall behind her. Then I came. It was a near blackout experience. My legs lost their ability to move and I was gasping for breath. My orgasm didn't end. I kept coming and coming, all the time trying to get further inside Betty's vagina. She was gasping a uttering something that I didn't understand except the "fuck me, fuck me." When I had stopped hemorrhaging semen and the spasms that made my ass pucker had subsided, I looked into Betty's eyes. My cock was still inside her. It felt too good to take out. Betty opened her eyes and smiled. "I swear that no one, not even your father, has ever given me such pleasure. It's as though my vagina wants to eat your cock. I want it to stay there, jacking in and out. I want to spend the day with it in me. Fuck." As she said this, my cock began to stiffen again although it had never left her. When it was as hard as it was going to get I began to pull it out to the opening of Betty's vagina then push it back in. Betty began to moan once again as I fucked her. We were in a state of near oblivion to the world as we fucked each other. I was just able to reach down and suck first one tit then the other as I fucked her. It took about five minutes before I once again came with Betty's legs wrapped around my middle and pulling me into her as far as I could go. After I had pulled my now deflated cock from her, Betty just lay back and closed her eyes. Semen dribbled from her vagina, but she didn't seem to care. I picked up the dipper and threw more water onto the rocks, which brought the temperature up and made us both sweat more. When we had recovered enough to stand and work our way out of the sauna, we walked into the dressing room. "How about a swim," Betty said in a dreamy sort of way. "OK, let's." "Let's not wear suits, though." I thought that that would be OK but wondered if we would be seen. Betty assured me that she swam without a suit all the time, and nobody saw her. On the other hand, if they did they probably didn't complain. We ran to the dock and dove in from the board at the end. The water was getting colder, but it felt good after the sauna. Betty swam out quite a ways with me behind. She was a better swimmer, but she let me catch her. As I reached her, I put one arm around her and pulled her against me. I could feel her tits pressing into my side. My cock was still of a mind of its own, and became rigid, pressing against Betty's crotch. She reached down and took hold of it. "My, this is quite the lively character." She broke away from me and dove under. A second later, she was at my cock and had it in her mouth. She wouldn't last long under water, but it felt great while it did. This, too, was a first. My prom date refused to give me a blowjob. Before the day at Betty's was over, we had managed to pull the boat out of the water and put it in the boathouse. She had also given me a blow job which allowed me to come in her mouth. When I left for home, I didn't think there was any more semen in me. Nevertheless, as I rode the tractor over the rough gravel road, my cock remained stiff. God, life was good. It was Friday, and I was scheduled to work for Charlie, but he called and said that I wouldn't be needed. He did, however, want me to come in the next day. That evening I was alone in the house; my parents were out with another couple. It gave me more time alone to go through the photos in their bedroom. X-Rated Romp Through Life The box was in the same place but the camera was gone. It occurred to me that there would be new photos to review soon. I took out a small number of photos that I hadn't looked at. The top one was a slight puzzle. There were four people in it. All were engaged in a mutual sex act. A man, he appeared to be Charlie, was on hands and knees. My stepmother was on her back between his legs. His cock was in her mouth. Rebecca was between my stepmother's legs, apparently licking her vagina. My father was behind Rebecca with his cock in her vagina. The all had looks of satisfaction. My father must have pushed the button on the camera's timer before he got into position. That was ten seconds to get to Rebecca's ass and shove his cock into her. Quite the athlete, I thought. The next picture was the same group sitting around a coffee table; all were naked. They were apparently talking, but they were also fondling each other. Charlie appeared to have a finger inside my stepmother's vagina while holding a drink in the other hand. I went further back in the file and found some taken when my parents were slightly younger, probably at about the same time that the Polaroid came on the market. The first was taken inside a car. My stepmother was sitting in the back seat with no dress on. Her bra was in place, however, but the bra exposed her nipples, which were big. They appeared to have swollen and were about a half-inch long or longer. A man whom I easily recognized as one of my uncles, my father's brother, was kneeling between her legs with his very erect cock in his right hand. The cock was, in my estimate, about eight or nine inches long with a big head. He was wearing a condom. My stepmother was looking at his cock with a serenity that I had noticed in some of the other photos. She was about to be fucked. The next photo showed my stepmother in the same position, but this time my uncle apparently had his cock shoved into her. Her eyes were closed and her mouth gave just a hint of a smile. My uncle's face wasn't clearly visible, but it was tilted up toward the roof of the car. Whoever was taking the photos was sitting in the driver's seat and shooting over its backrest. The next photo showed my stepmother and uncle apparently having completed the act. My uncle had taken the condom from his cock and was holding it up to the camera. It had a lot of semen in it. My stepmother was reaching toward the condom. By the next photo, my stepmother had the condom in her hand and had a finger in it. Apparently, she wanted to taste the semen but not have it swimming around inside her. Her finger was now in her mouth, as she tasted it. She appeared to be saying "Yum." I went to the last photos in the file and pulled it out. I was surprised to see that another very straight and uptight woman in the neighborhood was a part of the group. The neighbors had moved away a few years ago. They moved to a nearby town to be nearer their kids' school. Her name was Martha. She taught at a local elementary school. Her husband was some sort of a salesman who was on the road a lot. The woman was with only one person, and the camera seemed to be on a table near a bed. The bed was my parents'. The other person was my father. I always thought that this particular woman was a little skinny and unhealthy looking. She looked better nude. Her breasts were smaller, much smaller, than my stepmother's or any of the other women I had now seen in the nude, but they were shapely; they didn't sag at all. Her nipples were a shade of pink that was very sexy. They matched her white skin and reddish hair. Her shape made me wish that she was still our neighbor. She was looking into the camera while standing near the bed. Her vagina was visible through a trimmed patch of hair. This straight woman was clearly aware of her sexuality and wasn't afraid of using it. The next photo showed her lying back on the bed with her legs dangling over the edge at the knee. Her legs were spread and she was ready to be fucked if the pink that was showing in her vagina was any indication. The camera was on the table and pointed at Martha who was still on her back but with her knees pulled up and her legs apart. My father was approaching her with his erect cock in one hand. Next, my father had impaled her with his cock. The camera had been positioned so that his cock was shown part way in her vagina and his balls hanging down. Martha's feet were slightly off the bed in such a way that she appeared to be about to put her legs around his back. The next photo had required my father to withdraw and reposition the camera. He was inside her again, but their faces showed. She was coming, was my guess. My father had pushed up on his arms, leaving her breasts visible. Her face was that of a woman who was in a state of sexual ecstasy. I would love to run into her on a street some day to get a sense of how that look came about. Even though I had fucked the real thing several times during the day, my cock was at full mast and not about to come down. I spread out a few of the pictures on my parents' bed and masturbated. I finished just as they drove in the driveway. The next day was Saturday. I had breakfast with my parents who asked how I'd spent the evening and what plans I had for that night. I lied and told them that I had read the night before and that I had no plans for that night. How was I to tell them that I had gone through their photo album? I then drove to the service station. The service station consisted of a two-stall garage for car maintenance, grease jobs and tire repair. Charlie took care of that end of things except for the grease jobs and tire repair which I did on those days I was working. Then there were the two pumps that I attended. Almost everyone in the community bought gas there. It was full service: check the oil, wash the windows, check air pressures if requested. Rebecca attended the café. I helped her at times and did it all when she was gone. It was hot for a fall day. Both Charlie and Rebecca were at the station when I arrived. Charlie asked if I would mind cleaning the garage and making a dump run. I didn't much mind anything he asked of me. I liked being there and liked them both. Since I had seen them both nude and either fucking or about to fuck or be fucked, I took a different view of them. I first cleaned up tools and garbage in the stalls then swept the floor. All the garbage I had collected pretty much filled the three barrels that we used as garbage cans. The room where we kept the cash register and displayed oils, tires and batteries was next. It didn't get too dirty, but the floor was always a mess. The café was Rebecca's terrain, so I thought that I'd leave it to her. Besides, given what I now knew about her and Charlie, I wasn't sure I could be around her without embarrassing myself with a massive hard on. Just when I thought that I had finished and was working on putting the barrels in the drive so I could load them onto the back of the station truck, Rebecca came out of the café and asked if I would help her with some things that needed to go to the dump. The café was small, so it wouldn't take much time I thought. Rebecca was dressed for the hot weather in a thin dress with a scoop neckline. She was a little heavier than Betty, which made all of her curves more prominent. Her dress had no sleeves, so when she raised her arms the sides of her breasts were visible. Sadly, they were in a bra. When I got in the kitchen where Rebecca was working, I found her on all fours on the floor facing me. She asked if I could help her pull the large and heavy kitchen matt up so she could sweep under it. It got down and reached for a corner of the matt. While in this position, I couldn't manage to keep my eyes on the task. They wondered up and gazed at the sight before me. Rebecca's scoop neckline had now dropped away from her chest and was fully exposing her breasts. It brought back the memory of the time a few years before when she showed them to me. I was now legal, however. I'm sure the fact wasn't lost on her. She moved back and forth while pulling the matt up, causing her breasts to swing slightly from side to side. This was going to make getting up a little challenging. I pulled the edge of the matt toward me, which allowed me to cover my now very single-minded cock. Instead of rolling the matt and taking it out the back door where it could be shaken out, I pulled it while keeping my cock covered. After getting the matt out, I shook it as long as it took my cock to settle down. Rebecca had followed me out with a broom. After I put the matt down on the walkway, she swept it, which gave her breasts new life. At that point, I had to walk inside or suffer further embarrassment. I noticed her follow me with her eyes as I went back in. "Bill, do you mind if I help you with the dump run?" Rebecca said as she came in. "I'd like that, thanks," was all I could choke out. The day looked like it might get even hotter. Charlie and I loaded the barrels into the truck, a very old International Harvester that was trusted only on these sorts of tasks. Rebecca told Charlie that she was going with me. He said that was a good idea and that he'd take care of things there until we got back. His parting words were "take your time." I drove the old truck to the township dump that was about three miles away and about a quarter mile from the main road in a stand of pine trees. I liked going there and checking out things that people threw away; I'd found some real treasures. I backed the truck up to the edge of the dump, which was nothing more than a big hole dug out by a county bulldozer. Rebecca and I both got into the back of the truck. We rolled one barrel to the edge, tipped it onto its side, and then lifted it from the bottom. The contents of the barrel slid out and spilled down the bank. We did the same with the other barrel. The last barrel caused a little problem. It was heavier because it had some liquids from the kitchen in it. As we were attempting to tip it on its side without losing the whole barrel over the edge of the dump, it tipped the wrong way and splashed some of the gunk onto Rebecca's dress and shoes. While I didn't think that the dress idea on a dump run was a great one, I didn't say so because there was always the chance that I'd get another look at her breasts. "Fuck," she said. "Fuck" was a word that I thought only men used. Then, I had seen her in the act, so why not? "It looks like I'm going to have to go home and change. However, there's another way we can handle this. Isn't there a swimming hole on the river down that logging road?" Rebecca asked. "Yeah, I go down there quite a bit, but the river is pretty low this time of year." "That's OK, let's go check it out." After we got the barrels emptied and secured in the truck bed, we drove down the little used logging road that took us to a bend in the river that formed a sand bar and a place that was deep enough to swim most of the summer. We parked at the top of a small hill and walked down to the riverbank. It was about a three-foot jump down to the sandbar from the top of the bank. I jumped down first, and then told Rebecca to jump. She was reluctant, but I told her that I'd catch her if she fell. Besides, the sand was soft, and very warm. After I jumped, I turned toward Rebecca who was standing at the edge of the bank. I could see quite a way up her dress but tried my best to pay attention to the job at hand. I held my arms out and told her to jump. She did a good job of it until she hit the sand. She then fell forward into me, knocking us both down onto the sand. I was on my back with Rebecca lying on top of me. Her dress had slid well up on her thighs and the top of her dress pulled down to where the tops of her breasts and her bra were all that I saw when I looked up. Her face was inches from mine. She smelled great despite having garbage on her dress. She looked into my eyes, not attempting to get up. She lowered her lips to mine and kissed me as if she planned to have me for lunch. Maybe she was. I reached around her and held her to me. My cock was as hard as it had been when Betty was on it. It pressed against the front of my shorts and into her crotch. The thin dress didn't offer much of a shield; she didn't appear to be concerned about that. Rebecca drove her crotch down into me and moved it in circles. While doing this, she continued to smother me with the greatest kiss I'd ever experienced. I'd have to remember this for the next time Betty and I fucked. "Are you OK?" was all Rebecca could get out after she pulled away from me. "I'm great." "Yeah, it feels like you are. Do you mind if we check to see if we suffered any damage?" Rebecca got up and pulled her dress over her head. She was now standing there in only bra and panties. The panties were very skimpy, just barely hiding her vagina. She then reached behind her back and undid her bra. She held it in place for a second or two before dropping it on the sand. Then she put her thumbs into the band of her panties and wiggled out of them. She stood in front of me without a stitch of clothing to hide behind. Fuck, I thought, I'm about to fuck the boss's wife. "I've shown me mine, now you have to show me yours," Rebecca said. I pulled my stained shirt over my head and tossed it onto the pile forming on the sand. I unbuckled my belt and pulled my shorts down and over my shoes. I should have taken my shoes off first because I nearly fell down when my shorts caught on them. I took off my shoes then went for my underwear. There was such a bulge in them that I had to pull the elastic out to get them over my cock. There we stood, both naked, both with only one thought in mind, and it wasn't cleaning a stain from Rebecca's dress. Rebecca took the step that it took to close the gap between us then put her arms around me once again. "I've been thinking about this for a long time, Bill. Did you know that? The day that I tried my best to show you my tits was the day that I started to send you signals that you could have me if you wanted me. You could have fucked me on that day. Did you know that?" She reached down and took hold of my cock. She pulled it up along the gap in her vagina. I now knew about the clitoris, so I guessed that she was rubbing the head of my cock against it. I think I was right because she started to moan slightly. Not knowing exactly what to do with my hands, I cupped her breasts and pinched her nipples that had grown considerably since I first saw them. Then, with little effort, she guided my cock into her vagina. We were almost the same height, but I had to bend my knees slightly to get into her all the way to the end of my cock. "Oh, fuck. It's so good. Fuck me." Was all she could say. In my speed to ram my cock into her as far and fast as possible, I lifted her right leg to get a better angle. With that slight change, she let out a strangled scream as though I was hurting her. She grabbed my ass, pulled me further into her, and held me there as we both came. We could hardly stand while coming, but we managed somehow. When we both finished hyperventilating and I stopped pumping semen into her, Rebecca opened her eyes and smiled. I'd seen this smile before when my father fucked her. My cock gave a little jump at the sight. "Oh, you are good. Your cock is every bit as good as I thought it would be. I love it. It fits just right. I loved having it ram in and out of my cunt." My cunt? I thought. That was a term I only heard from some of my buddies. It was very sexy hearing it from a woman. She was an experienced woman who loved to fuck and showed it by using the most basic term for her vagina. I liked it. "I loved being in your cunt. I've dreamed of your cunt for a long time. I hope we can do this some more." "Oh yeah, we'll do this some more." She then took my hand and led me into the dark, slow moving and still warm water that was flowing around the bend. It felt very good. She turned and held me to her once again. I pulled back just slightly so I could get to her breasts with my mouth. I sucked both nipples until they stood up to what must have been their full length. With my right hand, I cupped her vagina, her cunt, and ran my middle finger up the center until I reached her clitoris. Slow and smooth circles of my finger made Rebecca again get that serene look on her face. The one I recalled from the photos in which my father had his cock in her. I then pushed my middle finger into her and continued to massage her clitoris with my thumb. I couldn't help thinking how good I'd become at this in just a few days. Her cunt was big enough to accommodate another finger, so I pushed my index finger in as well. Rebecca began to breathe hard and told me that we should stop and go up on the sand bar. She led me up by the cock. She got on all fours and guided me into her from behind. I slammed into her and started to fuck her. We were both able to last longer this time. I could feel the end of her vagina as I got completely inside her cunt. She would yelp when I touched bottom. With one of her fingers, she reached under and began to masturbate while I rammed into her. I hoped that she didn't get sand in it. It took her about a minute before she came, pushing back into me as hard as she could. I hadn't yet come, which she seemed to appreciate. As I fucked her, I reached around her body, cupped her breasts and pulled her up so she was on her knees with her body upright. This had the effect of making her seem tighter. I lasted a short time in this position before I came once again. We both lay down on the warm sand and rested while my semen dried on her. It would have been easy to fall asleep. We came out of the sex-induced trance and agreed that we should wash off and get back to the station before someone came looking for us. After we washed off in the river, picked up our clothes and shook the sand from them, we found a beaver run off the sand bar. We didn't, however, notice that we'd had company. A man in a canoe had been gliding silently with the current looking for ducks when he came around the bend and saw us on the sand bar. He must have had quite a show. The man was Charlie's father, Rebecca's father. We both dressed at the truck. The ride back to the station was memorable. I slid my hand between her legs as I drove. We were still on the dump road when Rebecca decided to taste me. She took hold of my zipper and pulled it down. She was able to get my cock out without causing too much damage. She stretched across the seat, took my cock in her mouth and started working up and down. We met two cars on the dump road and more on the main road. I knew all of the people and waved as we passed. They waved back. I came in Rebecca's mouth about one mile from the station. I pulled over to the side of the road to get things back in order. Rebecca swallowed what little semen I had left. As dump runs go, it was the best I had ever made. When we drove into the station, Charlie was pumping gas into a car. He looked at us and gave us a smile and wave. I could have been wrong, but it appeared that he winked at Rebecca when she got out of the truck. The remainder of that Saturday was a blur. Every time I passed near Rebecca, we gave each other that look that spoke volumes. I even managed to slide a hand up her dress, the one that she changed into when we got back. It became more than looks when I caught her standing behind the café's counter. Both of her arms were resting on the countertop as she leaned forward. I slid past her, brushing against her ass, then stopped on the opposite side where I could see if anyone came in for gas. I slid my left hand up the back of her dress to her crotch. She gave no indication that I was fondling her cunt through her panties. Then I slipped my hand down the back of her panties and cupped her cunt. It was wet and slippery. I slid my middle finger into her and began to slide it in and out. She stood as though nothing out of the ordinary was happening. X-Rated Romp Through Life There was one thing happening: Charlie had come in and was sitting at a table on the other side of the counter. He was drinking coffee and eating a sandwich. It took all of the control I had to not get behind Rebecca and drive my cock into her cunt. Charlie didn't seem to have a clue that I was finger fucking his wife. His view of her lower body was blocked, but he had to know what his wife's face looked like when she had something in her cunt. To add to the scene, Rebecca reached down with her right hand and rubbed the front of my shorts, now under the strain of my cock. She managed to reach into the leg of my shorts, get hold of my cock and pull it down along my leg. She rolled the head around in her hand while talking to Charlie as I slipped another finger into her. As Charlie got up with his dishes, I pulled my fingers out of her and pulled the back of her dress down in record time. Just as Charlie placed his dishes on the counter, I pushed my cock back into the leg of my shorts. Although it was still as hard as it had been, it was at least not out for the world to see. Charlie turned to Rebecca and said that he was pleased to see that she and I worked so well together and that maybe we could do some other things together that needed doing. It was hard to imagine what other jobs we could perform together that we hadn't already performed on this very pleasant Saturday.   Chapter Three Saturday nights were a problem for me. While I liked going out and doing something with people my age, I didn't have a regular girl to do stuff with. It occurred to me that I hadn't called my prom date in a while, so why not try to arrange something with her. We had graduated together after spending out entire school careers in the same schools. We had just been friends, although she did do that hand job and I got to feel her breasts, but never actually looked at them. I was still at the service station when the idea occurred to call her and see what she was doing. She was at home and didn't have any plans. She would love to go out; all good. I arranged to pick her up at about six. We decided on a movie on at the drive-in. Six o'clock rolled around as I drove into her yard. I noticed that her mother's car was home, but her father's was gone. That was good since I didn't exactly like her father anyway. The feeling was probably mutual since I suspect he thought that my only reason for wanting to date his little girl was to get in her pants. He was right. Her name was Shelly; she had plans to go away to the University in the fall. She was petite with straight blond hair that she usually wore in a ponytail. The breasts that I had become familiar with were great. She blossomed in high school which didn't go unnoticed be any males in school, including the male teachers. I caught more than one of the teachers ogling her as she bounced down a hallway. The door opened before I had a chance to knock. Her mother stood there with a big smile and invited me in. She was a great friend of my mother. They had been friends for years. I knew where Shelly got her looks and her chest. "Hi Bill; it's good to see you again. It's been so long. What's been keeping you away?" I stammered for an answer as she stood aside in the narrow hall that led to her kitchen. I was just able to pass by her without making contact with her breasts that were standing out under a thin, white T-shirt. She followed me into the kitchen and told me to sit down while Shelly finished getting ready. In spite of already fucking one woman several times today, I began to feel the stir of an erection. Shelly's mother sat down across from me and started talking about this thing and that. She asked where we planned to go and I told her about the drive-in. She said that she wished there had been a drive-in around when she was growing up. She heard that there was a lot going on there besides the movie. When she said this, she looked directly at me and smiled. I couldn't hide a slight blush, although I knew exactly what she meant. It even occurred to me that I'd rather be taking her to the drive-in. Shelly walked into the kitchen with her characteristic bounce. She was her usual cute self. The top she had on looked like it could be negotiated without too much trouble. I stood and she actually gave me a little kiss on the cheek. I gave her one back so I didn't look like a complete dunce in front of her mother. We said goodbye to Shelly's mother and walked out to my car. Shelly slipped across the seat and sat near me. I hadn't expected that, but I liked it. I drove out carefully so as not to raise any dust; anything to impress her mother. "So, how did your day go?" Shelly asked. "It was great. I fucked Rebecca from the station three times and got a blow job and hand job," was what I was thinking. "I worked at the station all day. I did the usual: pumped gas, cleaned around the place, went to the dump. You know, the usual." "You're so lucky; you get to meet all sorts of people who come into the station. I just sit home doing things around there." "It's not all glamorous; I get my hands dirty. I also have to work in the café once in a while." "Do you like to work in the café with Rebecca? She's such a nice person." "Yes, I really like to work with her. We even went to the dump together today. Then we just stood around and talked with Charlie. It wasn't a very busy day." As we drove, Shelly rested her left hand on my right thigh. I didn't know if this was intentional or if it was just a comfortable place to put it. In an attempt to test the question, I opened my legs a little more very slowly to see if she would put her hand between my legs. She did. This was looking up. Shelly had already had my cock in her hand and masturbated me to the point of coming, so it wasn't like she was in unfamiliar territory. Prom nights are times to get to know your date's body, though. I didn't think it would go beyond that, but I hoped. By the time we got to the drive-in, about thirty miles from our community, Shelly's hand had been resting on my crotch for a while. She now had to know that I had a raging hard on. She was also pushing her left breast against my right arm. It felt naked. My thought was, no bra! I paid and we drove to a row near the back. I took the speaker off the post and brought it inside. Shelly said that she had to go to the restroom. I got out, hiding my hard on from the view of others parked near. Shelly slid out my door, looking at my crotch the entire time. "Don't let that get away while I'm gone," she said with a big smile. Now that I was out of the car and my hard on was coming down, I decided to go with her and visit the restroom as well. I put my arm around her as we walked in the near dark to the restrooms. On our way back, we stopped at the refreshment stand and got pop corn and soft drinks. We saw some other people we knew getting some stuff before the movie started. By the time we got back to the car, the previews of coming attractions had started. We got on my side. Shelly slid part way across the seat and put her coke on the open glove box door. I put mine on the dash where it wouldn't block my view. It didn't take long to finish my popcorn and coke. I hadn't eaten dinner and was hungry. Shelly was going a little slower, but put her popcorn on the dash before she finished it. She looked at me and asked if I was interested in the movie. It wasn't very good, and that not what drive-ins were all about anyway. She turned toward me, put her right hand between my legs, and began to work on my hard on once again. It didn't take long and she had my zipper down and her hand inside my shorts and around my cock. I had to push the seat all the way back and undo my belt before she could get my cock out. Once it was in the open, Shelly slid toward her door and laid down facing my crotch. She licked the head of my cock then slid her mouth over it. She seemed to know what she was doing. She went up and down with her mouth. Her hand held it and worked up and down as she sucked. I could still see the movie screen, but it wasn't of much interest. While she was giving me a blowjob that equaled the one Rebecca had given me earlier in the day, I reached under her with my right hand and worked her blouse up. I pulled it over her left breast and cupped it. The nipple was hard. She lifted up a little so that I could reach it more easily. She began to moan which I found unusual since I was the one who was about to come. Then I did come, but not without first warning her. Her mouth never left my cock. She sucked on it until I stopped coming, then she sucked some more and licked all around it until it was clean of semen. She had swallowed the whole thing and she seemed to like it. When she was done, Shelly sat up and pulled her blouse down. She took a drink of my coke without a word. Then she turned and kissed me. I was able to work my left hand into her pants as we kissed. I found her panties and worked my way inside them. Her vagina was as wet as the others I had felt, maybe wetter. She began to squirm as I pushed a finger into her. I pulled it out and found her clitoris, which I rolled around with the tip of my finger. By this time, she was so hot that she was babbling that she wanted to be fucked. I wasn't sure how that was going to happen without attracting attention from the cars around us. "Let's go to the lake and park." "OK, but let's do it fast; I need your cock in me." I drove out of the drive-in without lights so we wouldn't disturb the other patrons. We came out onto the main road leading into town. I drove up near the high school from which we had recently graduated and continued on to a lake a few blocks away. It was well known as a "lover's lane." I had been there before. I parked under a tree in a parking area near the lake; we were alone. We got out and climbed into the back seat. As soon as we were settled, Shelly pulled her blouse over her head. She was now bare from the waist up. Her breasts were beautiful under the dim street light that was a ways off. I took off my shoes, then my pants and underwear. My cock was standing up once again. I pulled my shirt over my head rendering me completely naked. I hoped the cops didn't show up. Shelly pushed her butt up from the seat and pulled her pants down and off. Next came her panties. I was looking at my first naked woman of my age group. She was beautiful, and she was anxious to be fucked. She opened her purse, pulled out a condom and gave it to me. She knew that this would happen tonight. I had only hoped, and I hadn't thought to bring a condom. She opened it and took hold of my cock. She expertly rolled the condom onto my cock then lay back on the seat. She opened her legs and beckoned me to enter her. Her pubic hair was neatly trimmed; it just covered an area of skin above her vagina. I climbed up, put my cock at the opening, and pushed in. There was no resistance. She wasn't a virgin, as I expected. Not that I was disappointed; I wasn't a virgin either. When I came to the end of my cock, she growled something about wanting my cock. She began to rotate her ass and bounce up and down. I followed her lead and began to ram in and out. Her vagina was so tight compared to the other two that I had experienced that I almost came immediately. I had to pull out and be still for a while, so I didn't come too soon. "Have you ever masturbated while being fucked," I asked her. "No, but it sounds good." She reached between us and began to work on her clitoris. It took only about a minute of her masturbating and me fucking her before she came with a yelp. She bucked against my cock as though she was trying to devour it with her vagina. I then came with a flood of semen that the condom caught. "Fuck. Oh fuck. That was so good. I loved your cock in me. Will you fuck me again?" was all Shelly could say. I laid on her until my cock lost some of its stature, then I pulled out. The condom had quite a bit of semen in it considering I had come not long ago. Shelly held the condom in her fingers and worked it around with the fingertips of her other hand. She held it up to the light. She then opened the condom and dipped a finger into it, pulled it out and licked the semen from it. The look on her face wasn't one of a bouncing girl in the school hallway. It was the face of a freshly fucked woman. "Yes, I'll fuck you again," was all I could say. We got dressed and straightened our hair, mostly Shelly's. By this time there were a few more cars parked around us. I wondered if we had put on a show for anyone. Some must have heard Shelly in her less controlled moments. It didn't take long to drive into the center of town to a café where we could get a hamburger and shake: the usual meal of the teen class following a movie. Our waitress was a classmate whom we both knew pretty well. She was about Shelly's build and very attractive. She smiled at us in a knowing way when we ordered. I guess we might have given off that freshly fucked appearance and odor. "I'm going to miss you and you know what when I go to college next week," Shelly said with a certain smolder to her voice. "I'll miss you and you know what too, but we can get together when you come back from time to time." "Have you thought of going to the U instead of the J.C.?" "Yeah, but I need to work for two more years at the station, so the J.C. is where I have to go for now." I didn't continue the thought that I also needed to finish my sex education here before going somewhere else. We left the café and drove toward home. On the way Shelly suggested that we stop at a certain place that was on a river and hidden from the road. I hadn't been there in the past. I wondered if she had. Then I recalled that she wasn't a virgin and thought that she and probably visited this same spot with someone. We drove into a secluded and vacant spot that was perfect for parking and doing whatever. It even had a swimming hole when the weather was agreeable. I parked overlooking the river and turned off the lights. As I began to push the front seat back as far as it would go, Shelly pulled her blouse up and off. The moon was just bright enough to illuminate her breasts. She then slid her shoes off and pulled her pants down. Her panties must have come off with her pants, because when she leaned against her door and put her legs on the seat facing me I saw her vagina staring at me. "Do you call this a vagina or a cunt, Bill?" Shelly said as she slid a finger into herself. "I'll call it whatever you like." "Would you call it my cunt? I'll call your penis your cock." "OK." I had to get out of the car to get undressed. As I did so, Shelly got out on her side and got into the back seat. She left the door open, though, and lay back on the seat with her legs dangling over the edge of the seat and almost to the ground. As I walked around to her side, she spread her legs as wide as she could. There was but one thing to do. My cock was standing out like a pole but a pole that curved up. It had a mind of its own at this point and wanted nothing more than to get into the waiting cunt that Shelly was displaying. As I began to crawl up and over her, she asked if I would mind licking her cunt. Oh, fuck, would I! I withdrew and started licking my way up the inside of her right leg. While doing this I reached up and cupped her cunt in my right hand. It was dripping wet. It couldn't have been my semen I was feeling because I had used a condom earlier. When I reached her cunt with my mouth, I was met with the most unusual taste and odor. It was somewhat salty while being sweet at the same time. In retrospect, the smell was like no perfume I'd ever experienced. To this day it's what I compare perfumes with. I first licked up the center of her cunt very slowly. When I reached the center of her cunt, I stiffened my tongue and tried to push it into her. I didn't make it too far, but the effect on Shelly was amazing. She was moaning and pushing her middle into my mouth. I then moved my tongue up to her clitoris, which I could feel since it had apparently swollen in size. It offered a perfect object to suck on, so I did exactly that. With the middle finger of my right hand, I played around at the entrance to her cunt, and then pushed the finger into her until I couldn't go any further. The finger seemed to push her over the edge. She gasped, "Oh fuck, oh fuck, yes, fuck me, fuck me." My cock hadn't lost anything while I was sucking on Shelly's cunt. I had been rubbing it against the side of the seat while licking her cunt. Now it was time to slide up Shelly's body and slide my cock into her as she demanded. Shelly moved back onto the seat so her legs weren't outside and we could close the door and get the dome light to go off. When she did this, she put her left legs on the back of the front seat. This gave me access to her now sopping cunt. It took little maneuvering to slip into her. She was helping with her left hand that was wrapped around my cock. Then she stopped. "You need to put on a condom." "I don't have one." "I have another one in my purse." With that, I pulled out of her and grabbed the purse from the front seat. She opened the purse and pulled out a condom in a foil wrapper. She opened it like a pro and rolled it onto my cock. She then pulled me onto her and put my cock into her cunt in what I now see as a practiced move. It took me less than a minute to feel myself about to come. I told Shelly that I was going to come and she started the sounds that she had made earlier. As I started to shoot semen into the condom, she began to buck under me and tell me once again to fuck her. When I was done and Shelly had regained coherence, I pulled out of her, but somehow the condom stayed in her. She reached down to her cunt and pulled it out, holding it by the end. There was about an inch of semen at the bottom of it. Shelly swung the condom back and forth then opened her window and threw it out. After sucking the ends of her fingers that had pulled the condom from her cunt, she kissed me. We somehow managed to get dressed without getting distracted. The spot had remained ours. We drove to Shelly's with her crushed into me and holding my cock through my pants. I had my right hand in her crotch as well, but didn't have quite the prominent handle that she had. When we arrived at Shelly's, the light was on in their living room and kitchen. I walked her to the door and kissed her goodnight. "Let's do this again before I leave, OK?" Shelly asked. "OK, how about tomorrow? We could go somewhere during the day since I don't have to work." "Sounds great; I'll call you and talk about where and when." Just as I was turning to go, Shelly's mother came to the door. "Oh, I thought you might be your father. He hasn't come home from bowling league yet." She was wearing a skimpy robe that had seen a lot of wear. The light from inside the house silhouetted her body against the fabric. She was clearly naked under the robe. She stood in the same spot facing me as if to give me the best view of her body. Shelly walked into the kitchen and disappeared, but her mother continued to stand there. "Was the movie good?" "It was OK, but not the best." I hoped she wouldn't ask a lot of questions that I couldn't answer. "What was the title? I'm thinking of going, but I forgot the title." "I'm sorry, but I forgot." "Did you do anything else interesting?" "We just went to a café for burgers and shakes after. Then we came home. Even though her image was shaded in front, I could sense that she was looking at my crotch, which was giving away the fact that I was essentially looking at her naked body, and she knew it.