David Ingram - Swinging Teachers

“Yeah, I looked in on her and she was fast asleep.”

She put her arms around his neck and kissed him hard on the mouth. “God, Ben, I’m so hot for you. Let’s get our clothes off and do it right here on the couch.”

“What’s the rush? We’ve got all night,” he said, not sure he could get it up yet.

“I need it, honey, need it now. Goddamn, I’ve really got the hots.”

She had him unzipped again and pushed her hand inside his pants. “You’re soft, Ben,” she squealed, “I want you hard.”

“Give it a little time, honey, it’ll get hard again.”

She wanted to tell him that Barney got hard twice, but she didn’t.

“The young are so impatient,” he said. “Just don’t rush it, honey. I’ll make it good for you, I promise. Let’s get you undressed, that’ll help stimulate me.”

He undressed her slowly, his eyes feasting on each new area of her naked flesh. When he had her completely stripped he pushed her back on the couch and stepped back. “Exquisite,” he gasped, “so smooth, so perfect.” He fell to his knees beside the couch and started kissing her, her mouth first, then her chin and neck. He stopped at her nipples, sucking at each until they were hard and erect. He worked deliberately then, paying wet attention to both armpits, her sides, her belly, the top of the thick crown of hair at the bottom of her belly. Her legs opened easily when his mouth approached the fat lips nestled snugly between her thighs. She moaned softly, her hands lovingly caressing the back of his neck when his mouth closed over her wet pussy.

“Yes, yes,” she sighed, feeling his coarse tongue push up into her cunt. She writhed under his sucking mouth, her hands holding his head in tight now. “Good, good… it’s so good,” she sobbed, “but I want you inside me. Please, Ben, fuck me, now, I need it so.”

Ben’s cock was only half hard, but he knew once it was in her cunt it would harden like a ball bat. He got to his feet, looking first at the door, wondering what the consequences would be if one of the people upstairs came down. Then he just didn’t care anymore; he had to feel her body against his, skin against skin, it was absolutely necessary, such an opportunity might never come again. His clothing fell to the floor and he was on top of her.

“Ben, Ben, darling…” she gasped, her hand finding his cock, and pressing it between her open legs. “Fuck me, Ben,”

Her cunt was a soppy mess, soaked with his spit and her juices, and his fat knob spread open the lips. Leslie grunted with pleasure and lifted up, pushing hard against his thrusting cock. He went in deeper, first an inch, then two.

“Oh, goddamn, Ben, that feels good, You’re so big, so fucking big. I feel… feel so full, so full of cock. Yeah… yeah… do it, honey, fuck me… awwwwww, shit, so good, good, good!”

Ben was in all the way now, he could feel her soft hair crushing against his own coarse mane. It was marvelous, absolutely marvelous. She was so tight, yet took him with such ease; her cunt was made to be fucked. His cock was swollen. It was not as hard as a young man’s but it was long and exceedingly fat, like a huge sausage stuffed into a wet mass of unyielding dough. He could feel her tight cunt contracting on his tool, the entrance to her womb sucking at the wide open, leaking split that would all too quickly fill her hungry gut with its rich cream.

“Aw, shit, Ben, fuck me, fill me with your cock, you rough bastard! Yeah, make me feel like a woman, a real woman. This is what it’s all about, the way it’s supposed to be… a man and a woman hooked together, his prong all the way in, fucking, fucking hard… yeah, yeah, yeah, I like it, I love it, fuck me, Ben!”

She was sobbing, cursing wildly, her knees up high to form a perfect vee. She arched toward him each time he lunged in. She sobbed and pulled back each time he partially withdrew. Her cunt held him tight, pulling without mercy each time he tried to escape.

Ben couldn’t remember his cock being this hard in a long, long time. She was the fuck he had been waiting for all his life. He was glad she had sucked him off earlier or he would have shot off long ago, and was surprisingly close now. Her pussy was unmatched by anything his cock had ever felt. “Jesus,” he gasped, “marvelous, absolutely marvelous!”

Leslie’s orgasm was closing in on her with a wild ferocity even she couldn’t believe. She lifted her legs high and let them fall over his back, clamping tightly just above his ass. She held him just as tightly with her arms, her mouth searching for his, his coarse day’s growth of beard harsh against her soft lips. She was going to come, come like she was sure she never had before. A big cock was better, lots better, and if it came in a forbidden fashion – well, made it even better yet.

“I… I’m going to come!” she shrieked, “don’t stop, don’t ever stop.” She bucked wildly under him, the orgasm searing into her ready belly. “Shoot off now, Ben, come inside me, I want to know you’re coming, know you’re putting your stuff in there where it belongs.”

Ben didn’t need to be coaxed, his load was already on the way. He grunted, cursing her roughly, while his huge cock spilled charge after charge of hot milk into her belly. “You whore, you dirty little whore,” he gasped, knowing that nothing would ever feel this good again.

“Yes, Ben, I could be a whore, your whore. I’m yours, honey, you can have me any time you want me for as long as you want me. Oh, Ben it was good, so good, perfect. I’ve never experienced anything so perfect before.” She was still lifting herself against him, her cunt sucking hard on his huge cock.

“Yes, Leslie, perfect,” he cried, gulping.

They lay together on the couch for over an hour before each retired upstairs to the proper bed.

Barney again awakened with a terrible hangover. He was sicker even than he had been the weekend before, if that was possible, but he had to go to school, so he forced himself from bed. He swore then and there that his drinking days were over.

He was sipping hot coffee when Leslie came into the kitchen. She was wearing a lacy little robe that clearly revealed that she wore nothing underneath. Her nipples stood out clearly and her thick patch of pubic bush was is dark relief against the sheer garment.

“You’d better get something on under that before Mom and Dad come down, Leslie,” he snapped, then winced at the pain caused in his head. “They just wouldn’t understand. Besides, it’s lewd of you to come down like that, even if it’s just me.”

“Okay,” Leslie said, and poured herself a cup of coffee. She didn’t feel so fucking good herself.

It both aroused and annoyed him to see her display herself like this. She seemed so… so different lately. He thought about telling her of the horrible dream he’d had, a dream where she had sucked his father’s cock, but decided against it. She would be too shocked, she wouldn’t understand how he could even imagine such a gross thing. No, and he wouldn’t tell her that it had aroused him so that he had actually had an orgasm, had a wet dream at his age. It was disgusting. He got up from the table and pressed down the bulge in his pants. Christ, he had a hard-on.

Thursday was a slow and torturous day. Leslie wanted another go with Ben and so did he, she could see it in his eyes even if he did avoid looking directly at her, but Grace wouldn’t leave them alone for a minute. She was like Leslie’s shadow, constantly suggesting, and criticizing. When she tired of that, she would start nagging at Ben. She was a typical mother-in-law. It helped when Barney got home; he took the old lady’s heat off Leslie, but he was unusually morose, worrying about tomorrow’s game. Leslie and Ben had a couple of cocktails and Grace had a small glass of wine, but Barney refused to drink anything and hustled them all into bed early.