David Ingram - Swinging Teachers

Marva kissed along his chin, down his throat, over his chest, stopping to suck each nipple until it was hard, then she slid her wet lips down his belly.

Barney felt her hot breath at the base of his prick, but wasn’t sure it was in her mouth until he started to swell. Her mouth was wet with spit and hot, very hot. His cock grew hard and long quickly. He had never been sucked before and her lips brought a sensation that was both new and startling to him. He was on the verge of passing out, but the terrific thrill surging in his cock kept him from going over the edge; he wanted to come first, come and spill his stuff into this gorgeous woman’s eager mouth. His hands went down to hold her head tightly between his legs; he began to thrust into her sucking lips.

Leslie sat on the couch watching, her eyes wide with excitement. She could see Barney was enjoying it; she wondered if Marva felt anything. She was sure she would.

Chet grinned. His cock was still limp, but he knew it would grow again with Leslie’s mouth around it.

Barney writhed on the floor. Marva had only his head in her mouth now and was sucking hard, her fist gripping his shaft tightly and pulling slowly up and down its length. As he got closer, she gripped it tighter, until she had it squeezed completely shut. He wanted to come, but she held it off, sucking harder and harder. He thought his guts were going to come out the end of his cock it hurt so good. A spasm shot through his belly and his ass came up off the floor. Marva slid her hand under him, found his ass hole, and pushed her finger in at the same moment she released her grip on his prick. His come shot out in a thick wad, covering her tongue. She sucked another jet out and swallowed. She had two fingers in her cunt, masturbating herself with long strokes, her thumb pressed hard against her clit. She continued to suck at Barney’s drained cock while she jacked off, and still had it in her mouth all soft and shriveled when she came. She gave a little jerk each time her fingers drew a spasm of joy from her pussy and finally rolled onto her back, her hand still busy. She masturbated for a long time, bringing herself off over and over.

Barney lay on his back breathing hard, his cock drained of all life and his conscience drowned in booze. He was out cold.

“God, he’s out like a light,” Leslie said, “and when old Barney goes, he’s gone for the night. How the hell will I get him home?”

Chet got to his feet and pulled on his pants. “I’ll lug him over for you,” he said, then looked at Marva spread-eagled on the floor. “You okay, sweets?”

“I’m fine, never been better. You go ahead. I’ve had it for tonight.” She raised her knees and let them fall apart, Barney’s milky come leaking slowly from her open pussy.

Leslie watched with surprise when Chet lifted her husky husband from the floor and slung him over his back. Barney’s pants were still bunched at his knees and his bare ass mooned at the room. “It’s pretty cold out, his ass will get cold.” she giggled.

“That’s his ass’s problem,” Chet said. “Come on, let’s get him in bed.”

She followed Chet across the two yards, into her house, and up the long flight of stairs. Chet was gasping for breath when he finally let Barney drop heavily onto his bed.

“Jesus, he’s a heavy bastard,” Chet said.

“I tried to warn you,” Leslie answered. “Wait while I get his clothes off and get him tucked in.”

“You ought to let the drunken bastard sleep in his clothes.”

“I couldn’t do that,” Leslie said.

She pulled his shoes and socks off and then his pants. When she had him naked, Chet lifted him up while she turned back the covers. After he was under the covers, she came eagerly into Chet’s arms.

“It was a wonderful evening,” she said, after a long kiss.

“It’s not over yet.”

“No?”

“No. Did you watch what Marva did to your husband?”

“Yes, I watched.”

“Now it’s your turn.”

“I’ve never… never sucked a cock before,” she said.

“There’s always a first time. And now’s the time.”

Chet unzipped his pants and took out his cock.

“I don’t know if I can,” she said, “besides you’re not hard.”

“That’s the idea, baby… get me hard.” Chet sat on the bed beside the sleeping Barney. “Come on. Leslie, suck it for me.”

Leslie hesitated, knowing she wanted to. “I’ll try,” she said, and kneeled between his legs. She held it in her fingers for a moment, watched it swell slightly, leaned forward and after another hesitation, kissed it on the end. It made her tingle and she kissed it again, this time taking the tip and nipping it with her lips. His cock stiffened and pulsed up to meet her lips.

“It’s so big I’ll surely choke,” she whispered, then quickly took the whole head in her mouth.

She sucked ardently, letting her salvia flow freely. He had a strong taste and she wasn’t sure if it was a prick taste or a cunny taste, never having tasted either before. Probably cunty, she thought, cunty from her cunt. It thrilled her to have this cock in her mouth; it was a lewd act. Her body seemed covered with prickly heat and her pussy tingled with desire. She took more of his prick in her mouth.

“If you never went down on a guy before, honey, you’re a born cocksucker,” Chet said, holding the back of her head. “Shit, that feels good, baby. Keep sucking, make me come.”

A shiver raced up her spine at the thought of him coming in her mouth. She wondered if she would gag, throw up, maybe. Chet was fucking her mouth now, holding her head steady with his hands, and he was calling her dirty names, accusing her of being far more experienced than she professed. She wondered if her snockered husband could hear, was sure he couldn’t, yet almost hoped he could. His cock was very hard now, and she knew he was getting close. She pulled back, freeing herself from his hands and cock, and not because she didn’t want his cum in her mouth; she did, but because she didn’t want it to and so quickly. His cock swinging wetly in her face, she jumped to her feet.

“I want you to fuck me again, Chet,” she cried loudly, and pulled her blouse open. It fell to the floor and was quickly followed by her brassiere. She stood with her tits bare – they were high and pointed and perfect, the nipples a dark reddish-brown and remarkably distended.

“God, what a set of tits,” Chet gasped, “and look at your nipples.”

Leslie looked down at herself and took the hard little knobs between her fingertips and thumbs and pulled. “Yes,” she said, “they always stick out like that when I’m hot.” She paused, rolling her nipples until they ached. “I’m hot, Chet, I want to be fucked.”

She let her hands slide down her hips, pushing her skirt with them, until it fell at her ankles and she stood naked.

“Now take off your clothes, Chet,” she said.

He quickly shed his clothing, and both naked, they climbed onto the bed beside Barney. Leslie spread out on her back, her legs wide apart, her cunt open and ready, her arms outstretched to him. He settled onto her body and she quickly found his prick and pushed it into her hole. She gasped when he slowly pushed in, her pussy opening up to take him in.

“God, that feels good, so good. Fuck me, Chet, fuck me long and hard.”

She brought her knees up high, eager to have him all the way, and when he drove into her, she let her long legs slip lightly over his back. She started grunting, lifting her ass to meet him each time he thrust in. The sensation grew richer, stronger with each stroke until she felt her orgasm start. It was a hard, exciting climax, her nerves leaping with excitement. It totally consumed her, racing up her spine and down her legs to her toes. It was the hardest come she had ever experienced. When it started to subside, she let her legs fall free and arched herself to take and hold all of him deep in her saddle.