David Ingram - Swinging Teachers

“Ohhhh, Mac!” she cried, and pressed her mouth to his. His hand moved in a soft circular motion on her big stomach.

“Would you like to dance?” he asked.

“I… yes, I guess so. I have to do something to clear the cobwebs.” She pulled from his embrace and got to her feet. She stood swaying gently, pulling huge gulps of air into her open mouth.

Mac stood up, came close behind her and slipped his arms around her and placed his hands on her protruding belly. “Oh, baby, you’re so lovely,” Mac said, moving his hands on her tummy, letting them slide slowly downward.

“Yes, Mac, yes,” she moaned softly, and leaned back against him. She felt his cock, thick in his pants, press against the deep crack of her ass. “I had a feeling about you, Mac… a feeling that a pregnant woman might turn you on. It was the way you kept looking at me. Was I right?”

“God, baby, were you ever,” he said. “Would your husband notice if we went somewhere?”

“No. When he plays bridge he is in another world.”

“Would you like to go for a drive?”

Vera tossed her head back on his shoulder, her black hair flew against his neck, her eyes glistened in the near darkness, her nostrils flared. “I don’t want to do it in a car… too cramped.”

Mac’s heart quickened. She was offering far more than he had hoped for; she wanted to fuck.

“If you reach under my dress, you’ll discover that I’m not wearing any pants,” she hissed.

He let his hands drop under her belly and slowly hiked her skirt upwards. When the hem reached his finger tips he moved his hands up again to caress her bulging, naked belly, then slowly slid down until his fingers felt her hair.

“Lower,” she cried, pressing herself against his fingers.

She held her breath as his fingers slid down between her legs. It felt so good now that he was feeling her cunt. She was so wet, so hot, so in need. It seemed like she was always in need now, so damned hot, always wanting to be fucked. Maybe it was her condition, maybe Dan’s neglect; she didn’t know which, or care; she just knew she needed a man inside of her.

“God, you’ve really got me going, Vera,” Mac moaned.

“Then fuck me… here, now, in the bedroom, anywhere,” she hissed.

He looked around the room. “Where are Tod and Marie?”

“Who gives a fuck?” Vera snorted.

“There they are, over on the other couch.”

Tod and Marie had been watching them, and when they saw Mac’s hands slide up under Vera’s dress they knew they were safe to do anything they wanted. Tod had his hand inside her panties and she gripped his prick through his pants. “Goddamn, Tod, I’m so hot,” she whispered.

Mac saw what was going on and smiled. He had suspected that Marie would put out; it was nice to have it confirmed. She was in here getting felt up while her current boyfriend played bridge with Tod’s wife. A very good deal.

“They can fuck on the couch if they like, but we’re going in the bedroom,” he said, and steered Vera toward the other couple. He stayed behind her with one hand between her legs.

“We’re going in the bedroom,” he whispered. “There’s two if you care to do the same.” He slowly pulled Vera’s skirt up while he talked until the couple on the couch could see her naked up to her belly button. Instead of resisting, Vera put her hand on Mac’s and pressed it tighter against her cunt.

Tod and Marie just stared.

“You can use the same bed for all I care,” Vera said. “I just want to get fucked.”

They watched them leave the room in silence. Marie found Tod’s zipper and got her hand inside his pants. “God, wasn’t that stimulating?” she whispered.

“Uh, yeah,” Tod said. He hadn’t really expected things to go this far.

She had his cock out and was slowly masturbating him. “Do you want to go in the bedroom?”

“Jesus, I don’t think we dare.”

“Oh, Tod, I want it so bad,” Marie gasped.

Before Tod knew what was happening, she had straddled his lap, pulled the crotch of her panties aside, and was settling down on his lap. He was deathly afraid of getting caught, but her cunt was wet and open and his cock moved in. He grunted with pleasure as he went deeper. Marie started humping against his lap and then fear seemed a long way away.

“Oh, my God, baby, that feels good. Fuck me, sweetheart, fuck me,” he groaned.

Marie had no intention of doing anything else and rose and fell on his stiff shaft. “Yeah, yeah,” she grunted, lifting until only the cockhead was in and then dropping back to engulf the whole thing.

“Hold off a couple of minutes, Tod,” she cried. “I’m close now, but I need a minute or two. Oh, shit, that feels good. I want to come… I’m so close…”

She went stiff and then fucked with a frenzy, sliding her pussy up and down on his cock. “I’m coming!” she gasped.

Marie slumped heavily against him, her weight holding his cock in deep. “Don’t stop now,” he said, lifting his ass.

“You do it now,” she gasped, “get your own gun.”

She knew he was getting close from the way he was hunching, but she didn’t really care, now – she was satisfied for then moment. It was a good primer for when her boyfriend took her home. She would let him come in, of course, and then they could indulge in a good long drawn-out fuck in bed. Marie liked her fucking, so much so that it had caused her divorce. Her husband knew she cheated and finally couldn’t take any more. She hadn’t really cared that much; her freedom to play around was more important.

Tod grunted and gave a hard last lunge. She could feel the stuff leaking out around his cock and lifted up, letting his shrinking prick fall free.

“Get your handkerchief out, honey, or we’ll make a mess on the front of your pants,” she said.

“Probably too late,” he snorted, twisting his body so he could get at his back pocket. He got it out and wrapped it around his cock. “Get off or you’ll drip on me.”

Marie rolled over and sat beside him. She felt wet and sticky. “That was good,” she said.

“I better go to the bathroom and clean up. Jesus, we really took a chance.”

“Yeah, but it was worth it.”

“You can say that. I’m married. You can always get another boyfriend.”

“Well, you can always get another wife, too.”

“I don’t want another wife,” he growled. He got to his feet and looked down at her. Her skirt was still around her hips and the black hair on her cunt was quite visible against her smooth skin. He grinned. “Yeah, it was good. Maybe again some time?”

“Maybe,” Marie said.

She watched him leave the room and knew there would be a next time. He had a nice cock.

While Tod and Marie fucked, Mac had hustled Vera down the hall to his bedroom. He pushed the door closed behind them and they embraced.

“Jesus, Mac, you have no idea how horny a pregnant girl can get. My husband completely ignores me…”

“He’s a fool.”

“I think so, too.” She had his fly open and hauled his big cock out. “Aw, fuck, Mac, it’s so nice and big.” She had it between her legs and pressed the thick knob against her cunt. “Do you think you can get it in like this?”

“Let’s get our clothes off and get on the bed. I know I can get it in like that.”

“I can’t wait,” she said, and pulled away. Her clothes fell to the floor as she quickly peeled them off. “Come on, Mac, get ‘em off.”

Mac smiled and slowly started undressing. He liked a girl to be anxious. He was only half undressing by the time she was on the bed.

“Turn the lights on, Mac; I want to see you,” she said.

Mac snapped on the light and saw her. She was lying on her back looking at him, her legs wide apart, her gash open and glistening wet. She was breathing through her mouth, her tongue wetting her lips nervously. Yes, she was anxious, hot and anxious.