David Ingram: Swinging Teachers

"Don't come yet, honey, hold out a little longer; I think I can come again," she gasped. She licked his nose and lips and chin, tasting herself, and then put her tongue deep in his mouth. She swabbed inside his mouth and then pulled back. "I'm almost there… you can come any time. Come a lot; I want to feel you go off inside me," she moaned.

Arnold was gasping now, his cock rigid inside her pussy. He felt his nuts tighten, felt the stuff start up his tube. It was a sensation he had produced many times with his hand; this time a beautiful woman's cunt was doing the job. He gasped and a thick wad spouted inside her, followed by another.

"Oh, Goddamn, Arnold, I can feel it… I'm coming, too!" she squealed.

She rutted on his cock with a frenzy, her climax sending delightful jolts down her legs and up through her belly. She lifted up until he was almost out and then pushed back down, slowly, deliciously. She could feel the stuff leaking out around his shaft, wetting the insides of her thighs, soaking the thick, matted hair. She fucked his pole until he indicated he had had enough. She dropped down then, to the base of his tightly drawn balls.

"Aw, shit, you really know how to make a girl feel good," she moaned, her head resting on his shoulders.

She held him inside until he had gone completely soft, and then raised up, his cock falling wetly onto his pant's leg. She stepped back, braced herself with the desk, and looked at his shriveled prick.

"It looks about like it did when you first took it out," she said with a giggle. She pulled a couple of tissues from a box on her desk and wiped between her legs. "You really made a mess in there. I hope you didn't knock me up." She knew he hadn't because she took the pill, but it always made a guy feel big if he thought he might have. She tossed him a couple of tissues.

"This has to be out little secret, Arnold. I'll keep your little book just in case I hear you're bragging about putting it to nice Mrs. Lancaster. You can't tell anyone, not even your best friend. If I heard you do, I'll take this book straight to your mother."

"I won't tell anyone, I promise," Arnold cried.

"Well, we'll see. If I find you can really keep a secret, we just might do this again. You can go as soon as I get dressed."

She dressed, lit another cigarette, and watched the lanky kid leave the room. She felt good, very good. It was the first time she had fucked anyone so much younger, and she like it.

Vera Henry sat on the bed brushing her hair. She wore nothing but her brassiere. She was a lovely young woman with jet black hair and eyes to match, dark and sparkling. Her tits were fat and round, much more than usual because they were full of milk. She was pregnant – very pregnant.

She heard the shower go off, waited a couple of minutes, and Dan appeared at the door. His body still glistened with moisture.

"You sure you're up to going tonight?" he said.

"Of course, I'm up to it. I'm pregnant, not crippled."

Dan winced. He felt there was a more genteel way of putting it. Vera suspected that he wished she wasn't up to it because he didn't like to take her out when she was like this. It was as if he was ashamed to be seen with her.

"I'll be glad when this thing is over with. Your old man is in need," Dan said.

"You could use your old lady once in a while," Vera said with a pout.

"We've been all through that, baby. You're over seven months along and I don't want to hurt you. We can both wait; we have to."

"I think it would hurt good," Vera said.

"Shit, Vera, don't talk like a slut," he snarled.

He always accused her of being a slut if she said anything concerning sex. She noticed, though, that his cock hung at half mast and a minute ago it was as limp as a dishrag. It always excited him when he accused her of being loose. Everyone thought he was such a sweet, quiet, gentle guy, and he was, most of the time. When he wasn't, he was a bastard and downright mean. He was very sure of his rights, but wives didn't seem to have any.

Dan walked over to the bed, his cock growing steadily. He looked at the thick patch of hair under her protruding belly, then looked quickly away. It turned him off to see her like this.

"Vera, I'm in need. You're gonna have to help me out," he said.

Vera looked up at him. He was looking away. She looked at his hard prick and wetted her lips. It was long and slim and stuck straight out from his thatch of hair. She loved the thing; she wanted it, but knew she wouldn't get it, not in her cunt, anyway. She reached out and grasped it, sliding her hand over the head, then gently down the shaft.

"Ahhh, that feels good, Vera, but you know what I want," he groaned.

"Dan, you know I…"

"I don't give a damn if you don't want to; I don't care if you hate it. I want you to, now sit on the floor and suck me," he snarled.

Vera always protested; it was what Dan wanted to hear. Actually, she loved sucking his cock, especially when she wasn't big as a balloon and he fucked her afterwards. It made her so hot and she came so easy.

She made a wry face to please him, and got off the bed and sat on the floor in front of him. He stepped up to her and waved it in her face.

"Suck it, Vera," he said.

She took the shaft in her hand, wetted her lips liberally, and pulled the scarlet knob into her mouth. She felt a thrill race down her spine; she loved it so. She sucked at the pulpy knob, sliding her hand back and forth on the shaft to bring out some ooze. She liked it better if he hadn't showered; showering always left it tasteless. He always washed it first, to please her – but she wanted it ripe, right out of his pants after a long day of confinement.

"Ah, that's good, baby. It won't take long tonight. I'm gonna hold your head, though; no pulling away. I want to come in your mouth. And you swallow it, you hear? Bitch."

Vera wanted to nod in the affirmative, let him know that she wanted it all the way, that she always wanted it that way, but she didn't dare. He would curse her and call her ugly names if she did.

She sucked with relish, the salty taste of his cum now in her mouth. She particularly enjoyed it when she could masturbate him until he was almost there several times, stopping each time at the last second, until his glans was covered with the slick slime, and then suck him in, suck the goo off until her taste buds tingled. She had only done that to Dan a couple of times, when he was drunk. She knew he wouldn't allow it when he was sober.

She had the whole head in now, sucking hard, and her pussy tingled with excitement. She wanted to reach down and feel herself, but she knew better. She had done it once and he slapped her so hard she fell over backwards.

Vera wondered why she enjoyed sucking cock so much, even why she like fucking the way she did. She wondered if her mother had fucked while she was pregnant. Maybe that was why Vera enjoyed it so much, maybe she had seen the scarlet head poking in at her, and, if her mother sucked cock, maybe the stuff had gone down her mother's gullet and she tasted it while still in her belly.

She could tell Dan was getting close and her hand stroked his shaft rapidly. She wanted it to spurt out in big hot wads, to fill her mouth quickly, to burn hotly all the way down.

"Oh, you sweet bitch," Dan grunted, and his cock belched thickly into her mouth.

She let several wads spit out before she swallowed, then sucked at the gaping hole, drawing the stringy goo out until she again had a puddle in her mouth. Her throat still burned from the first batch. She let it slide slowly down her gullet, and kept sucking. He had a tremendous load and she drew it out until he pulled back and pushed her roughly away.

Dan would be completely wiped out after such a cum, but it didn't matter; he wouldn't touch her now, anyway, not with her pregnancy so far along, so big and bulgy. She knew she turned him off if he looked at her.