David Ingram - Swinging Teachers

"Oh, God, no… don't tell my mother, please."

Winnie looked at him, could see the agony on his face. "Were you playing with yourself, Arnold?"

"Yes, but just through my pocket," he whined.

She snuffed out her cigarette and lit another. "Did you get hard?"

"Yes."

"You stay where you are," she said, and got up and went to the door and locked it. It was an older school and the doors still had locks even though they were rarely used. She came back to her seat behind the desk.

"Have you ever come in your pants playing with yourself like that?" she asked.

He looked at her for a moment, obviously a little confused. "Yes," he finally said.

"Did you today?"

"No."

"Take your cock out."

"God, Mrs. Lancaster, I…"

"Take it out. I want to see it."

Her belly churned with excitement. She knew what she was doing was foolish; no, it was stupid. If she ever got caught… She looked down at the picture of Arnold pushing his cock into her.

"Unzip your pants and take out your prick, Arnold. I mean it. I'll take this book to your mother if you don't."

Arnold looked around the room as if he expected to see someone watching and unzipped his pants. He hesitated, then quickly reached inside and hauled out his cock. It was soft and shriveled, the long foreskin completely hiding the head. It didn't look very big, but the boy was scared, and sometimes that made the cock crawl back in. The length of the foreskin promised something, though.

"Make it get hard," Winnie said.

"I don't think I can, Mrs. Lancaster."

"You'd better," she snapped, and spread her legs apart, lifting her dress slowly. She wore panty hose and no panties; he could see her thick hair wadded at her crotch. He sat and stared. "Well, jack-off," she said, "and I'll make it even better." He started his hand moving. She raised up and pushed the pantyhose down over her ass, down her thighs, and stepped out of her shoes and took them off. She lifted her skirt again and let her legs flop open. "Is that better?" she asked.

"Wow, goddamn," he gasped, his hand in motion. The thing grew, bigger and bigger.

"Wow, is right," Winnie said. "Peel it back."

Arnold rolled the foreskin down, his eyes glued to Winnie's slit; down, down his hand went until the entire knob throbbed. His cock was long in his hand, easily over six inches, maybe seven.

"My God, Arnold, you have a beautiful cock," she gasped.

"You're beautiful, too…"

"Winnie, call me Winnie."

"God, Winnie, I never hoped… never dreamed."

"Well, feast your eyes honey, your dreams have been answered. Do you know what I expect of a man, I mean before I'll let him fuck me?"

Arnold's mouth dropped open. "No," he whispered, "what?"

"Well, of course he has to have a nice big cock, but you easily met that requirement. More important than that, though, the one prerequisite I require of a man is… well, he has to be willing to go down on me."

"What… what does it taste like; does it smell…"

Winnie slid her ass forward on her seat and reached down with her fingers and spread her pussy lips open. "You'll have to find that out for yourself. Come on, be my guest, Arnold, eat me."

Arnold had always wanted to go down on a girl, and now he had his chance, even better, not a girl, but a ripe, mature woman, and a beautiful woman. He'd heard plenty about it, seen plenty of pictures. Several guys were always saying how great it was, how you weren't a man until you did it. He was sure none of them had, but now he was going to do it. He thought of sex and all its variations constantly; it absorbed most of his thoughts, and now, at long last…

He slid off his chair onto his knees and inched toward her. He put his hands on her bare knees; he was trembling. Winnie reached out and put both hands behind his head and pulled him down.

"Don't hesitate, honey, and don't fool around. Your first time you have to go whole hog or you might lose your nerve. Just get your face in there and do it." She pulled his face against her wet bush. "Eat my pussy, Arnold," she cooed.

Arnold breathed deeply before pressing in, inhaling the smell of her ripe cunt. It had the smell of raw sex. His tongue slid into her hole; it was wet and slippery. He tested with the tip, then pushed it all the way in.

"Aw, fuck… that feels good," Winnie moaned. She dearly loved having her snatch gobbled. She let her skirt fall over his head. It was exciting to have him hidden from view while he ate her. She knew he was there; she didn't have to see him.

Arnold had known that he would like it. He jacked off regularly using his younger sister's or his mother's soiled panties pressed to his nose. He preferred his mother's because the smell was so much stronger. He sucked at her wet hair and slid his tongue back and forth through the deep slit between her lips. She grunted each time he rode roughly over her clit.

"Suck my clit, honey, suck it hard for a minute or two, then push your darling tongue back inside me, tongue fuck me. I always come that way," she said. "Yeah, yeah, like that… oooh, feels so nice, honey. You do it so good."

She was one of those girls that really lube up when they're hot, and the juices flowed now. He finished with her clit and returned to her soppy hole. His tongue went in and the juice went into his mouth, the taste strong and spicy. His cock bulged and throbbed. He reached down and grasped it, squeezing it hard to hold off his coming.

Winnie was holding his head again, this time on her skirt. She pressed his face hard against her and felt the full length of his tongue in her cunt. She moaned and started writhing.

"Oh, baby, I'm gonna come," she moaned. "Oh, oh, I'm coming… aw, shit, I'm coming! Good, good… keep sucking, honey, push your tongue up in there… yeah, yeah. Aw, fuck, it's good!"

She jerked with her hips and held his face tightly in her crotch until she could take no more. She relaxed and gently pushed his head away.

"Nuff, baby, nuff. You really brought me off. Goddamn, so fucking good," she sighed.

Arnold brought his head out from under her skirt. He was grinning, his mouth and nose and chin shining and wet.

"Sit back on the chair, Arnold. You deserve a reward for such a good job," Winnie said.

Arnold raised up and sat on the chair, his big cock thrusting straight out. He was still grinning.

Winnie stood up and unsnapped her skirt. It slithered over her hips and down her legs. She unbuttoned her blouse next, then undid her brassiere and pushed it up above the heavy globes. Her nipples were large and dark red. They stood out hard. She held her blouse open and stepped forward, straddling his legs.

"Oh, God, Goddamn," Arnold moaned, and kissed first one hard nipple and then the other.

"Here, honey, your glasses are in the way," she said, and lifted them from his face. She reached back and dropped them onto the desk and then pushed her tits against his face. "Suck my nipples," she whispered.

He sucked until they were rigid, throbbing and rigid. She had her arms around his neck and was straddling his legs. She could feel his prick brushing against the inside of her leg.

"Reach down and point it up. I'm going to fuck you, Arnold," Winnie said. She felt it come up, the head sliding against her crack. "Are you skinned back?"

He nodded.

"Good, it goes in easier that way. Now bring it forward, yeah, just a little more." She moved her hips a little and felt the knob nudge at her opening. She pressed down. "Hold it stiff, it… it's going in. Aw, honey, yes, it's going in." She grunted and let her weight down. She felt his cock push up into her cunt. "Aw, fuck, baby, it's in, it's in. I'm really gonna fuck you now."

She went down until she had his cock imbedded. She knew it was a stupid thing to do – fucking a student was a serious offense, but she just didn't care; she was too turned on, too hot, it felt too good. She started bouncing, his cock sliding in and out. She took one arm from around his neck and pulled his face up to hers with her hand, and with her mouth half open, pressed her lips to his. She put her arm around his neck, her mouth locked to his, and went up and down, up and down.