David Ingram - Swinging Teachers

“Winnie, don’t stop,” Leslie cried.

“It’s my turn now, honey. I want you to do it to me.”

“Oh, Winnie, I just can’t.”

“Yes, you can. You owe it to me. I made you feel good, now it’s your turn.”

Winnie got to her feet and pushed her skirt and then her panties down. She stood in front of Leslie, her furry cunt a mass of rich brown fluff. “Get up, Leslie,” she said.

Leslie got slowly to her feet, knowing she was going to do it. She stepped aside and Winnie dropped into the chair, slid out until her cunt hung over the edge, and opened her legs wide.

“Eat me, Leslie, get down there and eat me,” she said.

Leslie sat on the floor in front of the chair. Could she do it? She wasn’t sure as she was staring into the hairy slit between Winnie’s legs – it looked so big, the lips thick and long and puffy. It bristled with soft, thick hair.

“Don’t be afraid, Leslie, you’ll love it,” Winnie said, reaching down and spreading the lips open. It was pink and wet looking, the hair in tiny wet ringlets. “Do it, honey, please,” Winnie whispered. “I need it, too.”

Leslie moved in closer, then buried her face in one of Winnie’s full thighs. It was soft, smooth, and sweet smelling. With her eyes shut tight, Leslie slowly started kissing her way up Winnie’s leg. She moved up until she felt the hair against her nose, smelled the strong odor of a hot woman. It was a pungent smell, ripe and cloying, yet not unpleasant to Leslie. It excited her, send her blood boiling. She opened her eyes and saw that Winnie still held it open, and with Winnie’s soft urging in her ears, closed her watering mouth over Winnie’s cunt. The cunt was wet, almost flowing. Winnie sighed, Leslie sucked.

“Oh, Leslie, that feels so good,” Winnie said, “I want… I… can I pee… just a little.”

Leslie was wild with lust, filled with an exotic feeling of passion and power that she had never before experienced and nodded her head in the affirmative. The first little spurt was hot, strong with salt, the next even hotter. Leslie opened her mouth wide, covering Winnie’s open cunt and felt it coming now not in spurts, but in a thick steady stream. It filled her mouth, ran out at the corners, and still it came, a geyser of hot girl piss.

It was then that Mac Lancaster stepped into the house. He stood in the door and watched the erotic sight, his cock growing rock hard immediately. It was the loveliest sight he’d ever seen – his wife’s legs spread wide and Leslie’s magnificent ash blond hair cascading over Winnie’s belly and thighs.

Winnie looked lazily at her husband and smiled. “Hi, honey,” she said.

Leslie heard Winnie’s salutation, still it didn’t sink in until Mac answered. In spite of her shock, she clung hungrily to Winnie’s cunt for another minute, then sat up, turned, and looked at Mac, her face scarlet. It was bad enough to be caught in such a position, but was it possible that he could know what Winnie had done. Could he know? It was mortifying, such a filthy act. God, how could she have let Winnie piss in her mouth, and… and worse, how could she have enjoyed it so much. She didn’t know what to do, so she smiled. “Hello Mac,” she said.

“Hi, Leslie,” Mac answered. He reached down and unzipped his pants and pulled out his massive cock and started to slowly stroke its amazing length.

“You stopped an instant too soon, Leslie. I was about to come,” Winnie said. “Come here and finish me, honey.”

“Oh, God,” Leslie cried, burying her face in her hands. “No, no, I can’t.”

“Mac, I have to come. Make me come, honey. Fuck me. Leslie can watch.”

Mac took off his clothes and Winnie stretched out on her back on the floor. He mounted her quickly, and she just as quickly fed his enormous pecker into her pussy. She brought her legs up high and he started fucking.

“Fuck me hard, Mac, I want to come quick. I need it,” she gasped. She hunched lustily under him, then threw her arms and legs around him and held him tight. “I’m close, baby, keep going. Leslie had never made love with another woman before, Mac. She was so innocent and shy, so sweet, so good. Oh, goddamn, Mac, I’m going to make it, honey, I’m coming.” Winnie gasped and lunged under the driving cock. “Oh, oh, good. Mac… she, Leslie let me pee in her mouth, not just a little, all the way. I came then… you walked in. She’s perfect, Mac, just like you said. I could fall in love with her, really in love. I want her to do it to me, you know, pee in my mouth. Do you think she will?”

“She will,” Mac said. “She’ll do anything when she gets turned on.” Winnie’s legs had fallen from his back and he stopped, pulled out and held his cock. “I didn’t come, Leslie. I want to fuck you now. Do you want it?”

Leslie sat, her eyes glazed. “Yes, Mac, I want it. Take me, fuck me hard. I want it! Oh, do I ever want it.”

She went over and Mac lifted her dress over her hips. He went right in and she gasped, hunched up to get more, her hips moving from side to side. When he hit bottom, she lifted her legs, hooking her ankles behind his back. She held him loosely so he could move freely – she liked long strokes, in to the hilt, out to the head, and then in again, softly at first, but harder when she neared her climax. She neared her climax quickly, gasping for breath, uttering foul words, urging him on.

“Oh, God, Mac, I like this,” she cried. “I like it with Winnie, too, liked it all, liked everything she did.”

Winnie had rolled over and slid her face between Mac’s and Leslie’s. She kissed Leslie hotly on the mouth, her tongue waggling down Leslie’s throat.

“Will you let me do it again, Leslie?” Winnie whispered. “Let me do what I did to you?”

“Yes, yes,” Leslie said.

“Will you do it to me?”

“Yes, Winnie, yes.”

“I came while I did it, honey. It’s such a good come, differently than any other. Oh, God, it excites me just to think of it.”

“Oh, I’m coming, I’m coming!” Leslie screamed.

She relaxed and let Mac’s cock flood her, bringing her off again. He slowly milked himself inside her and she came a third time. She soaked in the dying thrill and Mac pulled out and wiped the last of his jism into her lush cunt hair.

When she finally sat up, Mac and Winnie were sitting on the couch smoking; both were naked. She got to her feet and brushed her skirt down, trying in vain to iron our the wrinkles with her palms.

“I’m leaving you two perverts now and going home to my husband where I belong!” she giggled. She picked up her panties and stuffed them in her purse and pulled on her coat.

Leslie Thorn walked to the door, stopped, and turned. She could feel the slippery milk leaking down the inside of her thigh, and she had a strange, acrid taste in her mouth – she knew what that was.

“I’m leaving… but I’ll be back, probably often.”