David Ingram - Swinging Teachers

“Don’t bet on it, Winnie. Send Mac up so I’ll have someone to talk to, there’s nobody left in here.”

“There’s a few in dancing, but most of them have gone and it’s not even midnight. Not a good party night, I guess.”

“I think I’ll get drunk,” Leslie said.

“Good idea. I’ll send Mac up, he’d like to get drunk with you.”

Ben was just racking up the balls when Winnie came in. “It’s your turn,” he said, “wanna break?”

“Sure,” Winnie answered, and picked up a cue.

Ben watched her run four balls down before she missed. “You’re pretty good,” he said.

“I could do better if you didn’t stare at me like that.”

“Actually, I’m tired of playing pool. Why don’t I just watch while you shoot.”

“The question if what are you going to be watching?” She knew he was looking at her tits so she stood up straight and pushed out her boobs, the nipples hard as marbles.

“Aw, hell, lady, let’s not beat around the bush, let’s find a nice soft bed and crawl in.” He was grinning in case she took offense.

“I thought you’d never ask,” Winnie said, and put the cue down on the table. She came around and took his hand. “The nearest bed is right upstairs. Let’s go.”

Mac found Leslie sitting on the couch by herself. He sat down beside her. “What are you doing here all alone, Leslie?”

“Lousy party. I’m getting drunk.” She was already pretty far along. “Ben an’ Winnie shootin’ pool?”

“They were when I left. I think Winnie would like to get your father-in-law in the sack.”

Leslie looked away from Mac, surprised that he would be so blunt about it. She was a little jealous, too. They were probably already in bed, Winnie getting that big cock instead of her.

“I should have gone home with Barney,” she said.

“Oh, did Barney leave?”

“Yeah, took his whining old lady home. I need another drink.”

Mac stood up and lifted her to her feet. “Let’s dance first, then you can have another drink.”

“Don’t want to dance,” she said, turning to face him. “I want to fuck.”

Mac swallowed hard. He couldn’t believe what he’d heard.

“What did you say?” Mac said.

“I said, I want to fuck. I want to fuck you, Mac, fuck you right now, here on the couch.”

“Let’s go upstairs, there’s still some people dancing in the next room.”

“No! I want to do it right here, right now,” Leslie said. She pushed down her slacks and panties in one motion and stepped free. The hair on her cunt was darker than the hair on her head, forming a perfect inverted triangle of soft, curly down. She quickly stretched out on the couch, her legs open. “Fuck me, Mac!”

Mac gasped, his cock thick and hard in his pants. Against his better judgment, he opened his pants and pushed them down to his knees. Maybe he would come quick, maybe no one would come in, maybe he didn’t give a shit. He’d wanted to fuck Leslie Thorn since the first moment he laid eyes on her. He quickly straddled her and fitted his cock to her cunt.

Leslie had her eyes open and until his cock wedged into her pussy had no idea how large he was. She gasped her eyes popping open, and opened her legs wider to accommodate him. “Oh, Jesus, Mac, you’re big!” she cried.

Mac was already halfway in, and pushed for bottom. She had a great pussy, snug as hell and still big enough to take him as fast as he pushed in. Her hungry snatch ate his cock until she had it all. “Aw, Leslie,” he gasped, pumping recklessly into her.

“Fuck hard, Mac, feels so good, feels so fucking good,” Leslie cried, her legs up off the couch, slowly locking across his broad back.

Mac would have bet that the slim, leggy, ash blond couldn’t take it all, yet he was buried to the hilt, his fat cock stuffed all the way, and she was hunching for more. It was a marvelous feeling, too marvelous to last very long.

“Goddamn, Les, feels so good,” he gasped. “Can’t last long, not like this. Gonna come too goddamn quick.”

“Don’t stop, honey, keep fucking,” Leslie hissed. “Is good, good, good! I’m close, too… keep fucking, wanna feel you come, wanna be good for you.”

Leslie didn’t know why, but she wanted him to come quick even if she didn’t make it herself. It was suddenly important that she please him, stimulate him beyond his self control. She felt it was her role to make him feel good. “Are you almost there, Mac, is it good, do I feel good to you?”

“God, yes, it’s marvelous. I’m… so close… I don’t think I can hold out.”

“Don’t hold back, honey… go ahead and come, I want to feel you shiver and come inside me. I want to make you come, honey, my cunt loves you, I love you… ooooh, Mac, darling, Mac, fill my pussy!” Her legs had fallen off his back, her back was arched to keep his cock deep, she lurched under him. “Fuck me, Mac, darling, fuck me. Your cock is so good, so big, so much bigger than Barney’s. It fills me so, feels so good. Awwww, Mac, Honeeeeee!”

“Shit, baby, I’m coming,” Mac yelled.

Leslie felt his cock swell, and started to come herself. She squealed with pleasure, her feet flat on the couch lifting her crotch up against him. She grunted, a spasm of pleasure filling her cunt each time his cock spurted. It was good, so good, Barney had never made her feel like this. A little infidelity had to be good… good for her, good for Barney. She would be a better wife for it. She loved it, craved it, needed it. Her legs went back around him, holding him in tight. She wanted it to go on and on, but it didn’t and as it cooled, she found the only fault with fucking; it didn’t last long enough.

“Was it good, Mac? Did you enjoy me?” Leslie sighed.

“Yes,” Mac said. “Yes, to both questions.”

Upstairs, Ben was still on top of Winnie, his cock still buried in her pussy. She was breathing hard, her legs wide apart. The old man had been good, surprisingly good. He had a nice big cock and staying power. She had come three times, each time hard and fulfilling.

When they got to the bedroom and she found him only half hard, a bit nervous, and a lot drunk. She stripped off her clothes, then his, and proceeded to masturbate him to full erection. They lay naked on the bed and she took his cock between her big tits, masturbating him slowly, careful not to bring him off. She licked the end of his cock and then spread his pee hole and inserted first one hard nipple and then the other.

“God, I never had that done to me before,” Ben groaned.

“Do you like it?” Winnie asked, probing her nipple hard into the gaping hole.

“I love it, I’d like to come like this.”

“I’ve let a guy or two come like this,” she said, stroking his prick with her hand while holding her nipple in his cock hole. She masturbated Mac like this almost daily during her period. It thrilled her to feel the come spurt out around her turgid nipple. “But I’m not going to finish you like this, lover, I want that big thing inside me.”

She rolled away from him and then lay on her back with her full thighs open and inviting. “Kiss it, Big Ben, kiss it all over and then fuck me,” she moaned.

Ben brought his face between her legs and closed his mouth over her cunt. It smelled strong and it was soaking wet. Her pussy leaked the good juices in large amounts and he drank them from her cunt. She held his face tightly, rolling her hips, gasps of pleasure escaping her lips. She had come once when he arched his body over her. She moaned softly, her head moving rapidly from side to side as his thick penis opened her up and moved in.

They fucked for a long time, his cock deep inside her cunt, her voluptuous body wrapped around him like a blanket. She came again shortly after he entered and then again while his cock was spewing its stuff in thick, hot wads.