X-Rated Romp Through Life

Michelle let my cock go. I couldn't prevent making a comparison of cocks and found that I and the Teacher were about the same size, although his was a little larger in circumference. We might have to get out a tape measure later.

"Let's try this thing, shall we?" Michelle asked as she pulled out the device that I noticed earlier. It had one use and that was to provide various sex positions. Michelle lifted one cushion and folded onto the floor. It left a place for a woman, or man, to lay that pushed her or his midsection up. If she spread her legs, it gave a man perfect access to her cunt with his mouth. It also let gravity pull her breasts up.

"Judy seemed to like watching my husband and me on this judging from the sounds that we heard through the wall. I think that her dildo got a serious workout."

With that, I got down between Michelle's legs. I put a hand under each leg and moved up toward her cunt, which was open and wet. When I arrived at her cunt, I reached under her legs and drew them up until I could reach the hood over her clitoris, which I pulled back.

Michelle's cunt had a salty taste. It was like nothing I had tasted. It was my and the Teacher's semen. It wasn't unpleasant, so I began to lick her cunt from bottom until I reached her clitoris. Her clitoris was one of the rare ones in my experience. It was quite long, almost like a miniature cock. I circled it with my tongue then kissed it before putting my lips over it to form a vacuum. Then I sucked it as if I was sucking a nipple.

Michelle nearly came unglued at that point. She grabbed for the Teacher's cock from where he stood next to us, wondering what he should be doing. She pulled his cock to her mouth and began to meet my sucking with sucks on the Teacher's cock. The Teacher quickly got into it, pulled awy from Michelle and straddled her at the chest. He slid his cock forward to Michelle's mouth, then reached behind himself and took her breasts in his hands. Michelle was being fucked by two men. She just didn't have anything in her cunt except my tongue.

When Michelle came, it would have been a miracle if a neighbor didn't call police for fear that she was being attacked, which she was. She had to pull her mouth back from the Teacher for fear that he would come while she was coming. She would surely have aspirated on his semen if he had. I continued to suck on her clitoris, prolonging her orgasm and her incoherent noises.

When it appeared to me that Michelle had recovered, I left her cunt and quickly slid up and put my cock into her. The Teacher was still on her chest, which made for an interesting challenge. The Teacher's cock was once again in Michelle's mouth as I pumped in and out of her cunt. It didn't take much stimulation for both the Teacher and me to come at almost the same time. Michelle was able to take most of the Teacher's semen in her mouth and swallow it. She was licking his cock as I pulled from her cunt and stood. I retrieved the wet washcloth from a night stand and wiped some remaining semen from around her mouth. Then I worked on her cunt that was leaking onto the sex platform.

"I have never experienced anything like that. I wonder what three men could do."

Michelle just lay there in the same position that had given such great access to her. Her cunt was still very exposed. It appeared as though it had accomodated several cocks that day; it had.

"We must really meet like this again sometime," Michelle said as the Teacher and I stood at the closed front door. The Teacher carried a briefcase in one hand as an apparent disguise for his real reason for being there. I had my arm around Michelle's shoulder, fondling her breast which was now thinly covered by a robe. The Teacher kissed Michelle on the lips and gave her cunt one last carress before he opened the door and left with me.

"Well, Bill, I think you deserve high marks for creativity today. As the lady said, let's do this again soon, real soon."   Chapter Eighteen

My anticipation of the following weekend in the cities with Judy was interfering with my concentration in my classes at the J.C. There was always one exception: it was my American History class which was taught by a very attractive middle-aged woman: Mrs. Bangor. I guessed her age to be about forty-five. She had a way of dressing and styling her hair that was inticing. Her breasts – they were always my primary focus- seemed to be just under control as she walked. They slid slowly from side to side under whatever it was she was wearing. I spent most of the time in her classroom considering her without a dress or bra.

On this particular day, I spent the hour in Mrs. Bangor's room watching her every move as she wrote on the board and walked around in front of the class as she lectured. To my complete discredit, I didn't recall what the lecture covered. When the class ended, I left and walked to a nearby café for lunch.

I had no sooner sat down in a booth near the back and ordered when Mrs. Bangor walked past. She glanced at me and said "Hi Bill; I would like to talk with you when I come back. Would you mind if I sit with you?"

Would I mind if she sat with me? Would I mind if she asked me to eat her? She could ask anything of me, and I would comply.

"No, I would be honored. Please do."

Mrs. Bangor then walked toward the restrooms while I considered my luck. I quickly got my wits about me and took my history text from my bag and opened it to today's reading.

When Mrs. Bangor returned, she slid into the seat opposite me.

"So, you're finally reading today's assigned reading? That's what I was going to talk to you about, that and the fact that you seem to loose concentration during class. I know from your test scores that you're intelligent, so it must be something else that's taking you off subject so frequently."

While she was talking, I lost concentration and let my eyes roam over the front of her dress and the cleavage that was now a little more apparent than it was during class. I also noticed that her hair was pulled back in a way that I found very appealing on older women. She had also applied fresh lipstick to her full lips. And was that a stronger scent that she emitted?

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Bangor, it's just that there's a lot going on in my life right now. I work at night and have a lot going on. Maybe it's that when I sit down my exhaustion starts to get the better of me."

"Or maybe it's that you're just a young man with things other than history on your mind."

"Yes, there is that. I do spend more than a fair share of my time considering the opposite sex, if I can be so bold."

"Thank you for your honesty. I expected you to give me some other excuse, like finding the subject boring and that you're taking it because it's required."

Mrs. Bangor then looked slightly uncomfortable as she asked the next question.

"In class I notice that you spend a lot of time focused on me and my body, mostly my chest. Why is that?"

"You're right, Mrs. Bangor, I do. It's because I find you very attractive."

"Bill, you're almost thirty years younger than me. What could you find attractive in me and my body when there are any number of girls your age who would be very happy with your attention."

"I like the way that you carry yourself and the way your body is put together. It's like a dance when you're in front of the class. There are parts of your body that appear to have been made to be admired. I find you one of the sexiest women I know. Foregive me, I didn't mean that. Well, yes I did; it's just that it came out wrong."

"No it didn't. You meant what you said, and I can certainly appreciate your honesty. In fact, I'm flattered."

"Why would you be flattered by a bumbling eighteen year old?"

"I'm not a statue in front of the class. I notice young men looking at me in ways that might be considered inappropriate. But I am, after all, a woman first and a teacher second."

"But you're married, aren't you?"

"Yes, but that doesn't stand in the way of the fact that I'm a woman who has wants and needs beyond those offered by marriage."

Then I noticed that Mrs. Bangor was looking at me in a way that I had seen other women look at me who wanted one thing from me: sex. I also couldn't miss her hands as they moved to the buttons on the front of her dress and slowly unbuttoned two more. Then the waitress came with my order and took Mrs. Bangor's.

When the waitress left, I stared at Mrs. Bangor's cleavage with no attempt to hide the fact. As I looked at her now partially exposed breasts, Mrs. Bangor pulled aside her dress which exposed one breast just to the nipple, a nipple that was rigid.

"Is that what you've been thinking about in class, Bill? Do you dream about looking at, touching and sucking my breasts?" Then she pulled her dress together as a man passed on his way to the restroom. The man greeted her.

"That was the Dean. We can't let him see you looking at my breast now can we?"

"No, I suppose not. Your breast is as beautiful as I imagined. May I touch it?"

"Do you mean here and now among all of these people, some of whom we know? You would like to fondle me here?"

I felt that she was talking herself into a sexual state that a thorough fucking would be required to get her out of.

"Yes. I'd like to feel you here."

Mrs. Bangor once again pulled her dress aside, exposing her nipple and pushed herself into the table, letting her breasts rest on the surface. I reached across and put first just one finger on her nipple, then cupped her breast in my hand and squeezed it. Mrs. Bangor gave out a slight moan, then she pulled back and pulled her dress together just as the Dean again walked past.

This time the Dean stopped and ask how everything was going in her classes this quarter. Mrs. Bangor didn't stammer once in her response, although she did have a slight problem keeping her breast under wraps. If she had to stand, her breast would have fallen from her dress, was my thought. After his courtesy stop, the Dean was off again.

"That was great, Bill. I have the rest of the afternoon in my office. Would you like to make an academic visit to discuss your progress?"

"Yes I would."

With lunch out of the way, and our afternoon planned, Mrs. Bangor and I walked back to her officer where she put the "Do Not Disturb" sign out and locked the door behind us.

Her office was the usual with book shelves, one chair for a visitor, desk with swivel chair behind. The door had a frosted window that caused some concern to both of us, but sexual needs overcame that concern.

We had no sooner closed and locked the door that Mrs. Bangor grabbed and kissed me with a passion that I found surprising in a teacher. But hadn't I recently seen another teacher in the throws of sexual trauma?

As she kissed, or, to put it more accurately, sucked at my lips and drove her tongue into my mouth, my cock was riding up and down on her thigh.

"Let's let that out, shall we,?" Mrs. Bangor said as she started to expertly unzip my fly. With one try, she had her hand inside my briefs and on my cock. She then pulled it out with no thought of causing injury on the zipper as it came through my pants and into the light.

"That's a beautiful cock you have there. I'll give it a B plus. May I taste it?"

With that, Mrs. Bangor leaned over at the waist and took my cock in her mouth. The person administering the blow job, the place and the circumstance almost brought me to orgasm. If Mrs. Bangor had been nude and I could have reached any of her body parts, I was certain to have come.

Mrs. Bnagor didn't spend much time on my cock before standing up and resuming her kiss. This time she had my cock in hand. As we kissed, I began to pull her dress apart on top.

"Don't pull off the buttons," Mrs. Bnagor said as she stood back after releasing my cock. Within what seemed like seconds, Mrs. Bangor had removed her dress and stood before me wearing only panties and a bra that had become dislodge from its intended location. Her exposed breast was full and smooth, although it did droop a little. The aureola was pinkish and fairly small. Her nipple was long from sexual stimulation. Without much more fanfare, she unsnapped her bra and let it drop. Her breasts were now both mine to touch and suck.

I quickly got undressed while watching Mrs. Bangor push her panties down and off. Her pubic hair matched that on her head. It was light brown with a little red tint. It was neatly trimmed, showing only that it was there. The crack of her vagina – this was a lady of refinement, after all, and cunt wasn't a term she would use, unlike Michelle who preferred it – was glistening in the light that shown brightly through the large office window.

There we stood, student and teacher, both at the peak of sexual excitement and eager to fuck. Mrs. Bangor once again put her arms around my neck and pulled me to her as she kissed me. My cock passed between her legs as we embraced. I began to fuck the space between her legs, then she put a hand between them and guided it to her vaginal lips. It wouldn't go in while we stood, so Mrs. Bangor backed to her desk and pushed herself onto it. Her legs were spread and vagina exposed to my cock which now stood so rigidly that it pointed toward my belly button. Mrs. Bangor took my cock in hand and pushed it down and into her vaginal opening where I thought that I might come prematurely.

It took all of my concentration to prevent coming before I had even entered Mrs. Bangor who now panted and moaned. I pushed and entered her up to my balls in one stroke. I stayed there thinking about other things while my urge to come decreased. Then I began to pump into her with only enough force to keep her in her state of near delirium and me just short of coming.

"Bill, would you mind calling my vagina my cunt while you fuck me? Tell me what a marvelous cunt I have, then squeeze my breasts as you fuck me."

Refined, indeed. "You're cunt is the center of my universe. I've never felt a more silken cunt."

I kept up the most pornographic dialogue I could think of as we fucked. At the point where I thought that I could no longer prevent my orgasm, Mrs. Bangor jammed her hand down and onto her clitoris. She started to throw her head from side to side and make more strange sounds as she started to come. I, with enough forethought to recognize that she shouldn't be overheard in the throws of orgasm through the thin window, put my hand over her mouth as I came. The added stimulation that my hand over her mouth gave me, caused my orgasmn to reach a new level of intensity. I rammed my cock into her as hard as I was able as we both came.

The crash of a pile of books that were pushed from the desk onto the floor woke both of them up from their focused fuck session.

"Is everything OK in there," a man said through her door. The man's face was at the glass's surface and was recognizable as that of the Dean.

In a somewhat recovered voice, Mrs. Bnagor replied, "Yes, I just dropped some books."

"OK, just checking. Pardon me for the disturbance."

I still had my cock in Mrs. Bangor as she spoke with the Dean. It hadn't had enough of her just yet. As it rested in her and she had her legs around me, it began to stiffen inside her.

"You must be kidding. Are you capable of recovering inside me? How about we part for a short time while I straighten things up a bit."

I pulled out of her cunt, my cock as rigid as it had been before I came.

Mrs. Bangor pulled out several tissues and cleaned both of us. My semen ran down her leg after her initial attempt to clean her cunt, so she went at it again.

"What would you like next, Bill? It looks like your cock has at least one more session in mind."

"How about on the chair. I'll sit down and you get on me."

Mrs. Bangor was up for anything from what I noted in her behavior so far. I sat down and she walked over my legs with no hesitation. She put my cock at her entrance and sat down on me. She just sat there while I sucked her breasts. It took a long time before I came this time. It required that she get off me and bending over the desk. I then enterd her from behind. I was able to reach her clitoris as I slid in and out of her very slippery cunt. When she began to come, I grabbed her breasts and squeezed, something I now knew she liked. I, too, came as she pushed back on me as I shot into her cunt. This time she didn't need to be prevented from calling out.

"What's next on the agenda, Bill?"

"I think I should see you during office hours at least once a week, don't you?"

"I think that should be required for a passing grade. You have an affect on my cunt that no one has ever had. I'll be thinking about it inside me as I lecture."

"What's your first name?"

"I think that would be a little too familiar, don't you? Just call me Mrs. Bangor."

"OK, Mrs. Bangor. Your cunt is the greatest."

I left Mrs. Bangor's office with a renewed interest in history.

During my next American History class I changed seats, taking one nearer the front from where I could see Mrs. Bangor's entire body as she walked back and forth while lecturing. I could also see the curve of her breasts as she lifted an arm to write on the board. It appeared to me that she didn't wear a bra. Her breasts moved a little more freely and had a bounce I hadn't noticed during prior classes; I would definitely have noticed something like that.

I positioned himself where she could see the lump that my cock created as I directed it down one inner leg. When I straightened that leg, it became apparent to a person who was looking for such things that I had a raging hard on. Mrs. Bangor was looking for such things.

When the class ended, I waited until the other students were out of the room. Mrs. Bangor walked to my desk and bent down which allowed her dress to fall away from her chest and expose the tops of her breasts. I took hold of the dress's opening and pulled it away from her chest until I could see not only the tops of her breasts but her nipples as well.

"Were you distracted during class today, Bill?"

"Yes I was."

"What caused that?"

I then fondled one of her breasts over her dress.

"I'm not sure, but I think it was the thought of what you had under your dress."

"Did you think about touching them and maybe fucking me again?"

"Yes, both."

I then let go the top of her dress and reached to her hem line. I put my hand on the inside of one knee and slowly worked my way up her inner thigh to her crotch where I found that there was no fabric between my hand and her cunt; she was nude under the dress. Her cunt was slippery in anticipation. I first ran my entire hand over it, then slipped a finger into her. When I pulled it out I found her clitoris and circled it several times before pushing two fingers into her.

"Are you looking for a grade increase there Bill?"

"No, I'm looking for the core of you, that thing in you that makes you who you are."

"But I'm your teacher, Bill."

"Yes, you're my teacher, and a great one. But you're my lover as well. You're the woman whose cunt I want to be in whenever I'm in your classroom. When you're lecturing on the Revolutionary War, I'm dreaming of the object between your legs that almost makes me come just thinking about."

"Do you like my cunt that much, Bill?" Mrs. Bangor gasped in a way that I suspected was the start of an orgasm.

"I love your cunt. It's like silk against my finger and cock. You were made for sex. I'm a lot younger than you, but you have brought my sex education to a place that my history education will never reach."

I kept circling Mrs. Bangor's clitoris with my finger as I talked to her. With the hand not engaged in her cunt I pulled her dress awayfrom her breasts. Mrs. Bangor helped by pulling one breast out of her dress and thrusting it at my mouth. I took the nipple between my teeth and nibbled on it. Mrs. Bangor began the preliminaries to orgasm almost immediately after I started sucking and nibbling. Then she did come.