David Ingram - Swinging Teachers

“Let’s see if he is playing possum,” he said, and lifted first one lid with his fingers and then the other. “He’s out, Leslie, out like a light.”

Ben sat heavily in a chair, his nerves still jingling. Leslie came over and sat on his lap. She slipped one arm around his neck and dropped a hand to his lap. “You’re soft,” she cried.

“Barney scared me. I thought he had come to and would see us.”

“When Barney passes out, he is out for the evening.”

She deftly unzipped his pants and slid her hand inside. “Do you think I can make it hard again?” she teased, sliding her fist around his cock.

“God, Leslie, I never dreamed,” Ben gasped.

“You’re not dreaming, Ben,” she said. “Is there any chance Grace will come down?”

“No. Wine always puts her to sleep, too.”

She pulled his cock from his open fly. She held it tightly and watched it throb to hardness in her hand. “Oh, God, Ben, it’s so big,” she gasped. It was the biggest cock she had ever seen – bigger than Barney’s, even bigger than Chet’s.

Ben sat unmoving, still unable to believe what was happening. He looked first at her beautiful face and then down to her hand. He watched her hand move slowly up and down on his cock, watched it pull the thick skin down and then back up. “God, you do that magnificently, you hot little cunt,” he cried.

Barney’s eyes came open. They were cloudy, the image blurred, but he could plainly see his wife masturbating his father. He heard the words, “you hot little cunt.” He was having a bad dream, a nightmare, and wished he would wake up. He didn’t like the dream, it was ugly, frightening, yet his cock swelled inside his pants. He tried to move, but couldn’t.

Leslie slid off Ben’s lap to the floor at his feet. “Oh, Ben, Ben, it’s so beautiful,” she said, holding it lightly in her hand. She let her hand slide downward until it was in the hair bunched in his open fly, then slowly pulled the skin down with her fingers until it popped free of the glans revealing the hot red bulb in all its beauty. A large drop of clear fluid burst from the gaping hole. “Oh, Jesus, Ben, honey, I… can’t resist it, I’m ashamed, but I can’t,” she gasped and quickly leaned forward and kissed the end of his cock, her lips pursing and sucking to draw the salty brine into her mouth. Her taste buds tingled with the salt-rich taste and she lifted her head, her eyes darting to his. “Don’t hate me,” she said, and took the head of his cock into her mouth.

“Hate you? I adore you,” Ben answered. “Suck it, Leslie, suck it good.”

Barney watched through clouded slits, paralyzed, unable to move, his whole body tingling with lewd excitement. Asleep, dreaming; God, what a dream!

Leslie sucked contentedly on Ben’s glans, so big she could get little more than the head in her mouth. She couldn’t have imagined that it could be so pleasurable to suck on a man’s cock; it excited her, thrilled her, sent tiny needles of joy racing from her wet pussy.

Ben’s hands hung limply on each side of the chair, afraid to touch her for fear she would stop. It was magnificent, the itch in his balls reaching a frenzy. A woman’s mouth had been on his cock before, but it was a long time ago and he couldn’t imagine that it had felt this good.

Barney’s cock was bone hard and had somehow gotten pushed up. It was the most erotic dream he had ever had. It was thoroughly disgusting and at the same time it was the most exciting thing he had ever imagined. His cock was throbbing now, almost masturbating itself.

Leslie wrapped her hand around Ben’s shaft. She sucked while her hand started moving. She masturbated him until he was grunting. Then she stopped, squeezed tightly, then started again. She knew he was on the verge of coming before he said a word, and she wanted it, wanted his slime to fill her mouth and slide down her throat. Yes, she wanted to feel his discharge at the back of her mouth, wanted to taste the glutinous stuff spread over her tongue and creep sordidly to every nook and cranny of her sucking mouth.

Ben arched his back, his mouth open, and felt the wild rush start in his nuts. “Christ, Leslie, I’m going to come,” he bellowed. “Suck it, honey, suck it all out… oh, Jesus, that is good!” The stuff was spurting wildly, shot after shot discharging into her mouth.

Leslie swallowed and sucked, the stuff was thick and slippery.

Barney felt a hot, exquisite sensation, more glorious than anything he had ever felt before, and knew he was coming, too. He wanted to stop it, to wake up and end this horrible nightmare, but, God, it felt so good. He hadn’t had a wet dream since he was a child and had forgotten how intense the sensation was. It was the strongest orgasm a man could have. He relaxed, knowing he was coming at the same time his father was in his dream. He felt the hot wetness spread in his shorts and groaned with intense pleasure, his cock spurting freely, completely.

Leslie heard the groan and jerked frantically free from her climaxing father-in-law. Ben too, stiffened and felt the sudden fear of discovery. They both stared at Barney who was sleeping like a baby, a wide smile on his lips. They looked at each other and sighed with relief.

Leslie got to her feet. “Help me get him to bed,” she said.

“Why not let him sleep where he’s at?” Ben said.

“I can’t do that, he’d get a stiff neck. Besides, then we couldn’t be alone and you could fuck me silly… if you want.”

Ben grinned. He wasn’t sure how soon he could get it up again, but he wanted to fuck her, that he knew. “Let’s get him to bed.”

They got him up the stairs and into his bedroom. This is getting to be a habit, she thought as they flopped him onto the bed. “You go downstairs and wait for me while I get him undressed,” she said.

“You treat him like a baby.”

“He is my baby,” she said. “Make us a drink. I won’t be long.”

She unbuttoned his shirt and undid his belt, then unzipped his pants and reached inside to feel his cock. She grimaced and withdrew her hand. It was wet and sticky.

“You naughty boy,” she cried, “you came in your pants. Were you peeking while I sucked your daddy’s cock? Are you awake, Barney? Barney!” There was no response. She smiled, again relieved, but drunk enough and turned on enough not to really care. It excited her that Barney might know. “You, darling, you somehow knew and enjoyed it, too. I do love you, Barney… here, I’ll show you.” She pushed down his trousers and got his limp, sticky cock in her hand. “See,” she said, and took the messy thing into her mouth. She sucked it clean, drawing a little thin, watery soup from the limber stem. She raised up and looked at him. His eyes were closed, he was smiling. “Do you want me to suck it some more?” she said, and stretched out on the bed beside him. He was hard again. “Oooooh,” she said softly, and sucked him in.

She sucked hungrily on his prick, both surprised and pleased that he was hard. It didn’t take long. He jerked and grunted softly and filled her mouth with hot, sticky goo. She sucked him dry, a real yearning for the stuff now. It was so good to have it in her mouth, to taste it, to feel it slide down her throat. She finished undressing him and got him under the covers.

“I have to leave you now, darling, your daddy is going to fuck me,” she said. “His cock is so big and I want it so much. Sleep tight, sweetheart, I love you.”

When she got back downstairs, Ben was waiting on the couch. “What took you so long? I’m on my second drink,” he said.

“I’m worth waiting for,” she said, took a long pull from her drink and put it on the coffee table. She nestled onto the couch beside him. “Are you sure Grace won’t come down?”