David Ingram - Swinging Teachers

“God, that was good,” he gasped.

“Don’t pull out, just let it go soft and sneak out by itself. I like the feeling,” she said.

They were lying like this when Leslie opened the door and looked in. She was still naked from the waist down and stood holding her panties and slacks in one hand. She could feel Mac’s come leaking down the inside of her thigh. It suddenly annoyed her and she turned and left the room, heading for the bathroom. While Mac was still inside her one of the couples from the next room had walked in, gasped in surprise, and hurriedly left. She wondered if they would tell Barney, but doubted it since they weren’t teachers. After Mac got up, she calmly sat up and reached for a cigarette. Mac was somewhat more upset.

When Ben came downstairs, Leslie was sitting on the couch smoking. “We’d better go, Ben, Barney will be wondering where we’re at,” she said, coolly.

“Damn good party, nice people,” Ben said, after they were in the car.

“Did you enjoy Winnie?”

“What do you mean?” Ben said quickly.

“You know damn well what I mean, Ben Thorn.”

“Well…hell, Leslie, she was obviously available and I just couldn’t resist.”

“Was she good?”

“Leslie, she was goddamn good.”

“Better than me?”

“No, not better than you.”

They drove for several blocks before Leslie slid close to him. “I’m not mad, Ben – a little jealous, maybe, but not mad. She is a pretty sexy broad.”

“A man my age doesn’t get it laid in his lap very often.”

“I’m laying it in your lap, Ben,” Leslie said, pulling down his zipper and sliding her hand inside.

She pulled his cock from his trousers and palmed the big, soft thing in her hand. It excited her to handle it like this, knowing she could make it swell up long and hard.

“You’re awful soft, Ben, but I’m not going to let it stay that way,” she said.

“It had a pretty heavy workout.”

“Did you come more than once?”

“No, just once.”

“Good,” she said, lying on the seat beside him so she could get her head under the wheel. “I have to get you hard before we get home because Barney will still be up. We’ll have to do it in the car.” With this, she took the pulpy thing in her mouth and started sucking. She wondered if the strange taste was Winnie’s pussy. It tasted good.

Ben smiled and relaxed his grip on the wheel. It felt good to have her suck him like this. He was still soft and the sensation was intense when she unsheathed him with her lips, the naked, sensitive glans tingling with excitement. He felt the thing slowly swell, slowly fill her mouth. “Aw, you sweet cunt, you could make a dead man hard. Poor Barney, there’s no way he can keep you satisfied. You’re a slut, Leslie, a cock-happy slut, a slave to your hungry pussy.” He had his hand on the back of her head in case she took offense and tried to pull away. “Suck me good, baby, suck my filthy cock.”

Leslie wanted to keep him talking, his foul words were turning her on. She enjoyed his degrading words because she felt like a slut, she was a slut, she was a slave to her man-hungry cunt. She’d been fucked marvelously by another man not an hour ago and she wanted it again, really wanted it, her cunt ached for it.

Ben pulled the car to the curb a block from home and pushed the seat all the way back. “If you want to finish me like this, have at it, kid, your dinner is waiting. You little whore, you cheating little whore.”

Leslie raised up. “I’m not going to finish you like this, Ben, I’m going to fuck you. And you’re not so goddamn goody-goody yourself. I am your only son’s wife and you aren’t exactly fighting me off. In fact, you’ve already fucked your only son’s wife. Remember?”

“God, do I remember,” Ben said.

Leslie slid out of her slacks, then slowly pushed down her panties. “Slide out from under that wheel, Ben.”

He slid out, his cock thrusting solid and long from his gaping fly. Leslie quickly straddled his lap. She reached down and grasped his cock, nuzzling the fat head back and forth between her soggy wet lips.

“Enough play,” she sighed, and pushed it up into her cunt. She got the fat head inside and slowly let herself down onto the shaft. It sunk in slowly, spreading her pussy open. “Yes, Ben, yes… it’s so good when it’s big.” She wrapped her arms around his neck and started fucking, lifting with her knees and thighs, then dropping back down to push it all the way in. She fucked him this way for a long time.

“My legs are hurting, can’t we lie down?” she gasped.

“Not without opening the door.”

“Open the door.”

He reached over and opened the door and she got on her back under him. One of her legs stuck out the door, the other was up over the steering wheel. Ben was glad it was a big car, but he was still cramped and thought it was stupid to try and fuck in the front seat of a car. He knew it was useless to argue with her and got between her legs. He found himself imbedded quickly, her hand guiding his cock into her cunt. They fucked steadily in the car, Leslie moaning with her pleasure, her foot over the wheel twitching.

“God, yeah,” she hissed, “it’s better this way. I can feel it all the way in there. Oh, shit, what a good feeling.”

Ben was beginning to enjoy it, too, enjoy it immensely. She was made for fucking, her body so lithe, so supple, so goddamn alive under him. She moved perfectly, as if they had been doing it together for years. He wanted to come at the same time she did again, but he wasn’t sure if he would come at all because of the earlier hot fuck with Winnie, and all the booze. Still he enjoyed it, his cock felt great deep inside her pussy. He knew he should feel guilty, but he didn’t. If he wasn’t fucking her, someone else would, there just wasn’t any way she was going to give it all to Barney, there was too much for Barney.

“Aw, fuck, Ben, keep going the way you are… yeah, yeah, just like that. Oh, good, honey, Jesus, I’m almost there, just a few more strokes, sweetie. Awwwww, fuck, Ben, Ben, Ben, Ben… I’m coming, honey, sweet shit, I’m coming!”

She jerked under him while the climax raced through her body. It was a good come, a strong, hard come. Barney had fucked her so many times without bringing her off, and now she could come every time a cock went into her, even Barney’s.

Ben had been sure he wouldn’t make it, but felt the stuff fill his cock and start spilling into her. It was one of those sliding comes where he peaked quick and hard and just as quickly rolled down the other side. Good, super, but lasting only an instant, and then it was gone. He pumped until he felt drained. He pulled out and sank back on his haunches, ducking his head to keep from hitting the overhead. Her cunt was wet and sleek looking, the thick hair matted down and parted in the middle.

“Do you have to leave tomorrow?” Leslie said.

“Well, we should, but maybe I can talk Grace into waiting until Sunday.”

“Try,” Leslie said.

Fifteen minutes later, they walked into the house. Barney was still up, pretending to read a book. “Boy, you sure stayed late,” he said.

“Aw, you know how I am when I get around a pool table,” Ben said.

“It was fun, Barney, you should have stayed,” Leslie said.

Ben decided to stay until Sunday. They couldn’t get alone all day, but in the evening they managed a brief moment in the bathroom where Leslie sucked his cock. She sat on the toilet and he stood in front of her, his prick pushed into her mouth. She loved his fabulous prick expertly, though quickly, and in short order pulled a good, big load of hot come down her throat.

Sunday morning, Barney decided to take his mother to church before they left. Leslie said she was taking a chill and stayed in bed. Ben said he had a headache and didn’t want to go to church. He was in bed with Leslie before Barney had the car out of the driveway; Leslie was already naked when he walked in. They enjoyed a good old fashioned fuck in bed, coming together again and hugging and sobbing and kissing.