David Ingram - Swinging Teachers

"Yeah," Ted said, and slid a little closer. His hand went behind her shoulder, but remained on the back of the seat.

Leslie's heart was pounding and she wanted to move away. She didn't want this, or at least she didn't think she did.

"Gee, it's sure hot in here," she said, and leaned forward to take off her jacket.

Ted helped her get the garment off, laid it over the back of the seat next to the window, and dropped his arm lightly over her shoulders. He was sitting quite close now.

"I think I need one more drink," she said. She felt light-headed already, but was confused and didn't know what else to say. She brought the bottle up quickly and took a big swallow, then a small one, and handed the bottle back.

"Jack, don't do that," Grace whispered.

Leslie wondered what he was doing. She could feel Ted's arm around her and felt all prickly inside, and she was excited and found breathing difficult, the breath just seemed to catch in her throat. She felt his hand slide under her arm and stared intently at the football field. The second half had started.

She felt him cup one of her tits and knew she should stop him, but it felt so good. She decided to let him feel; it didn't do any harm because she had a heavy sweater on. She turned her head and found his lips an inch from hers.

"Oh, God, I'm drunk," she whispered, and let him kiss her. She wasn't sure why she said it; it certainly wasn't any excuse.

He kissed her gently at first, and then harder with a hungry urgency. His mouth was like fire, and so masculine. Her arms came up, seemingly of their own will and went around his neck. Her mouth opened slightly and his tongue moved in.

God, yes, let me suck it, she thought. Push it in deep.

She felt his hands on her back under her sweater, then felt her brassiere go loose. It was getting out of hand; she had to stop him, or at least not let him go further. His hands crawled to her sides, moved from her armpits to the top of her slacks, and then up her stomach until he was holding both her tits, his thumbs raking softly over the nipples. The nipples rose hard immediately.

God, she imagined… didn't know what she imagined; it felt so nice. She tightened her grip around his neck, pushed his tongue back with her own, then dipped it into his mouth.

Her nipples throbbed with excitement under his fingers. His hand was flat against her belly and moving down, slowly, slowly, until the tips of his fingers nudged into the top of her slacks.

"Ted, Mr. Clark, Ted… I, I've never let anyone but Barney," she gasped.

His hand was deep in her slacks, his fingers down between her legs. He had big fingers and one of them wedged lengthwise into her cunt. He drew it back and forth very slowly, and it grew wet. She was so hot and so drunk; she didn't seem to know what she was doing, and when he started pushing down her slacks, she raised up. It was like a dream, a hot, erotic dream with no holds barred.

He got her slacks and panties down below her knees and she lifted one leg and kicked free. He was out from behind the wheel and pulled her over onto his lap. She was facing him, and felt his hard cock between her legs. She didn't even know he had it out, but it… oh, God, it felt nice. He had his hand down there holding his cock and he raised her up a little. It was suddenly inside her. She moaned softly and settled heavily onto his lap.

"Yes, yes," she moaned.

"Do it, Leslie… fuck me," he said.

She buried her face in his neck, ashamed, and started hunching. She let her legs go further apart and his cock went all the way in. She lifted until only the head was buried, then pressed back down. She started moaning and sped up, shortening her strokes.

She had her eyes closed and her face pressed into his neck, but she knew Grace was close, looking. She fucked faster.

"Oh, my God," Grace screamed, "they're… they're fucking!"

Leslie barely heard her, even though she screamed right in her ear. It felt so good. She knew already that she would come. Felt so good, so good.

In the back, Jack slid his hand into Grace's slacks, slid one his fingers down the crack of her ass.

"No, Jack stop that. A few kisses are one thing, but not… no, Jack, never," Grace cried.

Leslie felt like she was floating. She was getting close, the pleasure intense, and she hardly realized that he was pushing her over. Fortunately, it was a big car, and he somehow got her on her back on the seat without slipping out. She lay panting while he fucked her.

Grace was leaning against the seat. She couldn't see too well from above, just Ted's back and Leslie's bare legs sticking out, but it still excited her; she knew under Ted's bouncing ass his cock was ramming into her friend. She felt Jack's hands at her waist, felt her zipper loosen.

"Jack, stop that," she cried, but didn't move.

He got her pants and panties down to her thighs and slid his hand between her legs. She was wet and he found her hole with his finger.

"Oh, Jack…" she moaned.

He finger-fucked her for a minute or so and then pushed her clothing on down to her ankles. His arm went around her middle and he pulled her backwards. She struggled, but he was very strong and got her on her back, got her pants off one foot, and was between her legs. He had his pants off.

"No, no…" she wailed. "Oh, Jack, don't… please. Oh, Jack…" Her words ended and she was groaning. She lifted her ass off the seat. If she was going to be raped, she was going to get it all.

"You'd better come quick," he said, "because I won't last long."

"Not too fast… uh, good, yes, yes," Grace cried.

She had her arms around him and was moving her hips. She was close already. God, yes, she was going to come; her husband didn't make her come even half the time no matter how long he fucked her.

"Jesus, good. Keep going, honey… coming, I'm coming," she cried and jerked convulsively under him.

She heard him grunt and then felt his cum as it squirted hotly into her belly. Her own orgasm continued until Jack stopped fucking. She felt him relax and sigh. Too quickly, but it had been good, the best in a long time. She heard Leslie moaning in the front.

"Jesus, are they still at it?" she said.

In the front, they were still at it. Leslie had come once and was nearing another. Ted had almost come several times, stopping each time to cool down. He was driving now for completion.

Grace and Jack were up already, and both leaned forward to watch. Leslie had her arms and legs locked around Ted's body so tightly that he lifted her up each time he drew back. She was gasping and giving short little cries.

"Get ready, pretty lady, 'cause I'm about to come," Ted grunted. "I'm gonna come in your belly, too."

They writhed with pleasure, Ted spilling wildly in her cunt, and Leslie sliding into a deep, biting come at the same instant. They rutted for maybe another minute and then collapsed into exhaustion.

When she finally sat up, she wouldn't look at Grace, who was already dressed. She dressed silently and got out of the car. The game was over and the field was dark.

"We'd better get the hell home," Grace said.

They walked silently to Grace's car. Leslie still avoided her friend's eyes. She got into the car and lit a cigarette. She felt sick inside. After Grace had started the car and pulled away from the school, she finally looked at her.

"Did you fuck, too?" Leslie asked.

"He raped me," Grace said. "And it was your fault."

They drove the rest of the way to Leslie's in silence. Leslie started to say something when Grace pulled up, but thought better, and got out without a word. Grace pulled quickly away.

In the house, Leslie felt sick with guilt and shame. Maybe Grace's infidelity was her fault, maybe not, but she knew her infidelity was her own fault; she had wanted it and she had enjoyed it completely.