A question often asked by those who deal with psychological problems is: What is normal? The answer to that seemingly simple question will probably never be answered.
The people within a particular society usually are well-aware of what is considered acceptable behavior for them. And therein lies the problem of the main character of this novel.
Leslie Thorn is a woman possessed of deep and abiding passions, passions which control her life and lead her to overstep the bounds of acceptable societal behavior time and time again. In her search for physical satisfaction, the fiery brunette is helplessly driven to take her pleasure where she can, risking everything for the promise of gratification/
SWINGING TEACHERS - the story of one woman tormented by her needs and the fear that she is abnormal. Her tale is a lesson to our society, and food for serious thought.
- The Publisher.
Chapter One
"Ohhh, goddamn, that feels so good," Leslie Thorn whispered.
She spread her legs wider so he could get it all the way in. She wanted it all the way in, at least at first. After that, it didn't really matter; he could fuck her with half of it, or even the fat head. She knew she would come without any trouble, but she wanted the whole thing inside her for a moment, at least.
"Yessss, honey, all the way." she hissed. "Ooooh, baby, fuck me good, I need it so bad."
"You really like it, don't you, Leslie?" he said.
"Yes, I like it, I love it," she moaned.
She met him in a bar. Well, not really met him, she had already met him and his wife at a Chamber of Commerce dinner, but she saw him again when she came into the lounge. He was sitting at the bar and waved to her.
She went over and sat beside him.
"Hi, Rex. It is Rex, isn't it? How is your lovely wife?"
"She's fine," he said. "Can I buy you a drink?"
"Yes, I think I'd like that."
They moved to a booth.
"What are you drinking?" Rex asked.
"Bourbon and water. Make it a double; I need it," she answered.
Leslie knew the instant she had opened her eyes that morning that it was going to happen again. She didn't want it to; still, she had left the house after lunch and went straight to the bar. It was an urge inside that she couldn't seem to control.
"You know," Rex said, "I was surprised to see you walk in here."
She let him light her cigarette and drew in a wad of heavy blue smoke.
She let it slide from her lips in layers, like long, wispy clouds. "Why?" she said.
"Well," he stammered, "for one thing, you just didn't seem the type, and after talking to your husband for a while . . ."
"If you mean my husband wouldn't approve, you're right, he wouldn't. Barney doesn't approve of lots of things."
Their drinks came and Rex slid closer to her. She smiled and took a long drink, took a deep breath and then another swallow.
"Yes, I needed that," she said.
"You're a very beautiful woman, Mrs. Thorn," he said, and slid his arm around her shoulder.
She seemed to pout for a moment, not moving away, and picked up her cigarette and took a long drag, let the smoke ooze out, and then drained her glass. "I could use one more," she said.
By the time her drink arrived he had his arm all the way around her, had slipped his hand under her arm, and was cupping one of her tits. She had high, pointed titties that seemed to stand straight out. She wasn't wearing a brassiere and her nipple hardened instantly, pressing against his fingers through the fabric of her blouse.
Leslie tested her fresh drink; it was strong, and she could already feel a warm, loose glow from the other one. She liked the feeling; it chased away her fears. "That feels nice," she said, leaning forward to press her breast harder against his hand.
Rex turned her head with his finger tips and kissed her on the mouth. She pulled back.
"Don't Rex . . . not here, anywhere," she said.
"Where then?"
"Oh . . . I don't care. Somewhere not so public."
"We could go to a motel."
"All right. Let me finish my drink."
Rex could hardly believe his good fortune. When he had met her he'd gotten the impression that she was untouchable, and here she was ready to go to bed with him at the drop of a hat. Jesus, she was really hot to trot. He was feeling both tits now, and she didn't object to that; she was breathing hard and pressing herself into his massaging hands.
"Let's get the hell out of here," he said.
"Okay," Leslie said, and drained her glass.
When they got outside, he took her hand. "Did you drive?"
"Yes, my car is over there."
"We'll take mine. I'll bring you back afterwards."
She followed him to his car and slid in. She was practically behind the wheel by the time he opened his door.
"Kiss me, now," she said, sliding her arms around his neck.
She felt the tip of his tongue against her lips and sucked it into her mouth. She sucked hungrily on his tongue; it tasted so good, so male, so alive.
She let him unbutton her blouse and pull it open. She had very large areolas, pink and protruding, and her nipples were both hard and stood out like little red buttons. She pushed them out when he bent his head.
"Yes, yes," she hissed. "Kiss them, suck them. I'm so hot, darling, and it feels so good." She put her hands to the back of his head and pressed gently. "I like you to do that; don't stop; suck them good," she moaned.
He sucked her tits for a long time, moving back and forth from one to the other. Leslie had her head back, her eyes closed. She felt his hand under her skirt and shivered.
"Let's get to that motel before I let you do it right here," she gasped.
Rex started the car and screeched out of the parking lot. By the time they reached the motel, she had her hand inside his pants. She didn't take his cock out, but stroked it slowly inside his pants. He removed her hand and zipped up.
"I'll go in and register," he said.
She was already inside the door of their room when her blouse floated to the floor. Her skirt was strewn on the floor. She sat on the edge of the bed and removed her shoes and panty hose, and then reclined, not bothering to turn down the bed.
"Hurry, hurry," she cried. "I want it so bad." She watched through glazed eyes while he stripped off his pants and then the shorts. He had a fine cock, and she wetted her lips; it would feel so good inside her pussy. She brought her knees up and let them fall far apart.
"Take everything off, Rex. I want to feel you against me," she said.
And then he was naked and hovering above her. She reached down and grasped his prick. She slid the knob back and forth between the lips several times and then thrust the fat knob into her hole. She was very wet and his cock was buried quickly.
"Yes, goddammit," she hissed, "push all the way in . . . fuck me!"
Leslie Thorn was blue-eyed, with ash blonde hair that appeared to be almost silver in the bright sun streaming in the window. Her cunt hair was darker, though flecked with silver, making it look almost grey. She looked down between their bodies and watched her cunt swallow up his prick. When he was almost all the way in, she pulled him down hard.
"God, yes, get it deep, honey, and let it lay for a minute. It feels so good in there."
They lay still for several minutes, his cock in to the hair, and then she started lifting with her hips.
"Fuck me, Rex; make me come hard," she gasped.
She had her knees up and rode in unison with his strokes. She let him stoke like that several times, and then her feet came up off the bed. She didn't put them over his back, but let them hang in the air above him, and bucked wildly under him.
"God, I had no idea," Rex gasped, feeling her tight cunt clasp and suck at his pounding pecker.
"I needed it, needed it bad. Barney neglects me during football season, I . . . oh, oh, my God . . . I'm coming, Jesus, I'm coming! So good, so fucking good," she screamed.
Rex hadn't expected her to come so quick, but he was glad because he was on the verge himself.
"Yeah, yeah," he grunted, "me, too, 'nother second, gonna make it, too." He grunted and shoved in hard. "Comin' baby, oh shit, am I ever comin'."
Leslie was still coming, and was rigid except for her hips, which she kept jerking up each time he thrust in. She was sure she could feel his slime spewing inside her and she moaned with pleasure. It was always better when he came inside her. Maybe she would get pregnant; at the moment she didn't care; it felt too good to care. Coming was all that mattered, and she was certainly coming.
Rex emptied himself and relaxed on top of her. Leslie's legs had fallen back to the bed and she remained wide open, gasping for breath.
He finally rolled on his back, his cock lying wetly against his leg. "That was really fine," he said.
"Yes," she answered. "I like it, too."
She reached for her purse on the floor beside the bed and fumbled out a cigarette and her lighter. She lit two and handed him one. He smoked for a minute and then sat up and finally got to his feet.
Leslie remained on her back, watching the smoke swirl in the air, and then turned her gaze to Rex. She watched his cock hang limp and thick between his legs while he pulled on his shorts. She decided she liked the looks of a man's cock, even when it was soft. Barney had a nice cock, thick and long.
She'd married Barney a little over two years ago and she had cheated on him twice, counting today. They were practically newlyweds the first time. It hadn't hurt Barney, though, because he had never found out; he wouldn't find out this time, either. She was a virgin when she had married Barney, but sex had been very good for her right from the start, and she needed it, now. The first time wasn't her fault, really; she had been in need, the guy was a real smoothie, and she was drunk. This time was different; she went looking for it. She wondered which was worst.
"You'd better get dressed, Leslie," Rex said. "My wife thinks I'm playing golf and she'll expect me home soon."
"Okay," Leslie said, and got to her feet. He dropped her off at her car and she drove straight home. She went up to the bedroom and took off her clothing. She went to the window where the afternoon breeze fluttered through the curtains. Opening her legs, she threw her head back and sighed while the breeze cooled the sweat hanging on the insides of her thighs. The first time she cheated on Barney had satisfied her appetite, and she had sworn never to do it again, but now after the second time . . . well, she wasn't satisfied. She still felt the need.
She went to bed, turned back the covers, and crawled in. Lying on her back, her hand slipped down between her legs. She pushed a finger into her cunt and sighed with pleasure. It was a sticky mess in there, and her finger moved in and out easily.
She looked at the tiny gold watch on her wrist; Jesus, almost three-thirty. Barney would never approve of her being in bed this time of day. She spread her thighs wider and got two fingers in.
Leslie couldn't be completely honest with her husband the way she wanted to be; there were too many things he didn't approve of. Besides, he wouldn't respect her if she knew some of the thoughts that went through her mind.
She thought of Ted Clark. He was president of the school board where Barney was teaching. She and Barney had been married only three months. Ted was and older man, over fifty, but still terribly attractive, and very aggressive. She hadn't instigated it, or even dreamed that she would allow it, but he must have sensed that she was in heat. He'd had a nice cock, a little bigger than Barney's, and she had enjoyed herself. Perhaps because it was stolen fruit. It was during football season, Barney's first coaching job, and she had felt terribly guilty afterwards.
It was football season again, a new job, a new school. He was such a jock, up early every morning and out jogging before the sun was up, and doing all those push-ups beside the bed. He said she'd took all his juices. There wasn't that much left for sex, not every day like there had been.
She pushed two fingers deep in her cunt and thought of that late November game. It was a night game and she was cold. She was there with another teacher's wife, the math teacher who helped Barney with the coaching; so in a sense she was a football widow, too. They sat and shivered through the first quarter.
They were both ready to call it quits when Ted Clark came over and sat beside Leslie. He had a teacher with him, a man in his late thirties who had been at the school for a number of years. His name was Jack, and he sat beside Grace, the math teacher's wife.
"You girls look frozen," Ted said. "If you like, you can come and sit in my car. It's parked up there on the hill by the school and you can see the game clearly. It's warm, too."
"Oh, we really couldn't. Could we, Grace?" Leslie said.
Grace looked at Jack and then at Ted. Ted Clark was a man of substance and the essence of respectability. "It might not hurt, Leslie. Jack is a friend of both Barney and my husband. And Mr. Clark, well, gee; they'd understand. Barney and Fred, I mean. Besides, I'm frozen."
"Me, too," Leslie said. She thought for a minute. "It might not hurt. We could watch the game and then go on home and wait for the boys. They never get home for an hour or two after the game." She giggled and looked at Grace.
They left the old bleachers and walked the short distance to the car and got in. Grace and Jack in the back and Ted and Leslie in the front. It was a big Caddy, the seats were plush. Leslie sunk into the seat and sighed with relief. It was nice and warm in the car.
Leslie tried to watch the game, painfully aware of the attractive man beside her. She knew she shouldn't have the kind of feeling she was having, but Barney hadn't touched her for almost two weeks, a record for them, and she was hot. She had felt vaguely horny all day.
"I know I shouldn't say this since Barney's the coach, but I still don't understand football. I think it's a silly game," Leslie said.
"It is hard to follow if you don't understand it," Ted said. He reached in front of Leslie and opened the glove compartment and took out a bottle. "I think we all need a drink." He unscrewed the cap and put the bottle to his lips, swallowed, and then handed the bottle to Leslie.
"I never drank it straight, and I know Barney wouldn't approve of my drinking at a game."
"The first belt is the worst, and we won't tell Barney."
Leslie turned and looked at Grace. She and Jack were sitting very close; Jack had his arm around her. Grace grinned and leaned forward.
"Go ahead, chicken. It won't hurt you," she said.
Leslie shrugged and tipped up the bottle. She got more than she had intended and almost gagged. Ted quickly patted her back until she stopped. The whiskey went down hot and bounced in her stomach.
"Wow!" she gasped, and passed the bottle to the back seat.
It stayed there for several minutes before Jack gave it back to Ted. Ted still had his hand on Leslie's back and it made her uneasy. He held the bottle out to her.
"Got the nerve to take another?" Ted said, laughing.
Leslie looked at him, her eyes still filled with tears from the first one. She felt all warm inside already, and took the bottle.
"I shouldn't, but I guess one more won't hurt."
She tipped up the bottle, sipping this time. She kind of liked the way it burned all the way down and took another sip. She held the bottle up for a long time before she put it down and turned to hand it to Grace. Jack and Grace were kissing.
"Oh, my God," she said, and handed it to Ted. "Here, you give it to them."
Ted handed the bottle back, laughing softly. "You don't approve?" he said.
"Grace is married." Leslie answered.
"So is Jack."
"Yeah, they both are, but not to each other."
"You're not a swinger, I take it."
"Well, I never even thought about it, I . . . no, I guess not. Barney would shit." She put her hand to her mouth. "Oops, sorry."
"Yeah, I'll bet Barney would shit," Ted said.
He reached back and retrieved the bottle and held it in his lap. He shot her a quick glance and then looked at the field. It was almost half-time.
Leslie could feel the liquor; it made her feel good, all warm and tingly inside. She turned her head and looked into the back. Grace had taken off her coat and was locked in a passionate embrace with Jack. She could hear the kiss, it was so wet. She turned back.
"Boy, looks like they're having fun," she said.
"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.
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.
She was sitting on the bed crying when Barney came home. She told him she'd had a couple of drinks to keep warm at the game and then stopped at Grace's for a couple more. She said she got sick and started crying and couldn't stop. Barney was very sympathetic and forgave her. He put his arm around her and consoled her. One thing led to another and they were kissing - she was so hungry for his mouth, and then they were naked and he was on top of her. She guided him in herself, wanting his cock more than she ever had before. She moaned softly while he fucked her, and she came violently, almost convulsively.
"Don't stop, honey, go all the way," she moaned.
"Have to," Barney grunted, and pulled out, "don't wanta get you pregnant, not yet, anyway." He grabbed his cock and his jizz squirted onto her pubic push. He sighed deeply and milked the stuff out onto her belly. "Was good," he said.
"Yes, it was good. I really made it," Leslie said. She realized how good it was, but it had been just as good with Ted. Loving Barney like she did hadn't made any difference; she had come as hard with Ted and enjoyed every bit as much. Fucking was fucking. She didn't feel like crying anymore.
Ted tried to make contact with her several more times, and failed. He finally quit trying, but Grace fucked Jack regularly the rest of the school year. She and Leslie were never again friends so Leslie didn't know that Ted finally got to Grace, too.
Leslie continued to masturbate, remembering how good it had been with Ted, wishing she had let him fuck her again. She didn't feel guilty anymore, it had been too good.
She felt very little guilt from this afternoon's adventure. It had been good too - not quite as exciting as the first time, but good. She arched her back, probed into herself with her fingers. She was about to come.
She had thought about it many times in the past year and it always made her hot. And then this morning . . . she was feeling neglected by Barney, anyway, and she had already cheated once, one more time wouldn't hurt, and . . .
She started coming and bucked against her hand. "Aw, fuck, that feels good," she cried, "love that feeling!"
Chapter Two
"Hey, Thorn, wait a minute."
Barney Thorn stopped and turned at the sound of his name. Mac Lancaster, Center High principal, double-timed to catch up with the lanky coach.
"Hi, Mac," Barney Thorn said.
"You're a tough man to catch up with," Mac said. "If you have a minute, let's go down to my office and chat."
"Okay," Barney said, "practice doesn't start for a while." He started down the hall a step ahead of Lancaster.
Now what the hell could he want? Barney thought. It couldn't be the team; we've played two games and won two games. And at Center High, winning football games was everything.
In the principal's office, Barney fell into a big wing chair and watched Mac push the door closed and slide into the chair behind his desk.
"Is something wrong, Mac?" Barney asked casually.
"Wrong? Oh, no, hell no; I just like to get to know my teachers, and you're a very elusive fellow."
"Well, between teaching English and coaching the football team, I manage to keep the old nose to the grindstone."
Mac winced; he detested cliches. "Yeah, I guess that's true, but I still like to talk to you once in a while. You're doing a good job, Barney; the team looked great last time out."
"I got lots of material, Mac. There's some really talented kids on the team."
Yeah, Mac thought, and they'll still be calling them kids when they retire from the pros; they'll still be acting like kids, too. He leaned back in his chair and fished a pack of cigarettes from his pocket. "Cigarette, Barney?" he said.
"Don't smoke. Bad for the lungs. Bad for the heart, too; why do you know . . ."
"Spare me, I've heard it all before, Barney. Is it okay if I have one?"
"Sure, Mac, it's your funeral," Barney said.
Mac hated jocks, and he could see that Barney was a jock to end all jocks. He took out a cigarette and fired up. Opening a drawer in his desk, he took out a bottle of Johnny Walker Red and a couple of tumblers. "After a long day with the brats, I need a snort." He looked at Barney. "Now don't tell me you don't drink, either."
Barney didn't drink much, but he didn't want to say so because Mac's tone questioned his masculinity.
"Just a splash, Mac. I gotta keep in shape to keep up with my kids. Don't want liquor on my breath; gotta set an example."
Total jockism, Mac thought with disgust. He poured the Scotch until both glasses were half filled and handed one to Barney.
Barney took the glass, carefully studying his adversary - everyone was an adversary to Barney. Center High was a big school, almost two thousand students, and a big step up from his last job. If he made good here, a college job was sure to follow. At any rate, it was too good to screw up.
"You've been here over a month, Barney, and we still haven't seen you and your wife socially. Several of us get together once or twice a month and we thought you and your wife might like to party once in a while."
"We don't do much socializing during football season, Mac," Barney said.
Barney wondered what the old devil was up to. Mac was only ten years older than Barney, who was twenty-eight, but he looked like an old lecher to Barney. He knew Lancaster had been principal at Center for eleven years and was in solid, and he didn't want to lock horns with him, but that shouldn't mean he was forced to fraternize with him.
"We have a damn nice school here, Barney, and some damn nice people, when you get to know them," Mac said, taking a slug of scotch. "We have some real dolls around here, too. Like the little brunette that teaches sophomore English."
"You mean Miss Riley?" Barney said.
"I figured you'd noticed her if you're a man. And it's Mrs. Riley."
"Oh, she's married?" Barney said.
"Yeah, but it doesn't make that much difference. Her husband is a salesman . . . you know, out of town a lot." Mac winked. "She is really stacked, and quite modern. I don't think she wears a bra half the time."
Barney looked down into his glass and swirled the liquor. He hadn't taken a drink yet. He was blushing.
"You're a hard man to talk to, Barney. I can see I'll just have to be blunt. A few of us like to do a little swinging now and then and I wondered if you and your little wife might like to join in the fun."
"Swinging? You . . . don't mean wife swapping . . . do you?"
"Yeah, as long as everyone is agreeable."
"Naw, Mac. I don't think Leslie would . . . hell no, I'm sure she wouldn't be interested," Barney stammered, his color deepening.
"Would you?" Mac asked.
"Well, I . . . I don't know. I don't think I like the idea of another guy sleeping with my wife."
"Do you like the idea of you sleeping with some other guy's wife?"
Barney knew he was trapped. "I'm a male . . . ain't I?" he said. It was very important to Barney to be male, to belong to that fraternity of he-men that drink their whiskey neat, and fuck their women standing up. Even if he really wasn't that way.
"Would you . . . say, dig going to bed with my wife?" Mac asked.
Barney was thoroughly flustered by this time. He took a swallow of Scotch and spilled most of the rest on his pants leg. He remembered that upon meeting Mac's wife, Winnie, he thought she looked like a great lady. She was built for comfort and had that bedroom look about her.
"Well, if you don't dig Winnie," Mac said when Barney didn't answer, "how about Mrs. Riley? She comes to our parties once in a while. Usually when her husband is out of town. He's a little prudish, but she's not," Mac said, actually enjoying Barney's discomfort. Actually, Julie Riley had never been to one of their swap parties, but Mac had been working on her and she had hinted that she might give it a try.
Barney uncoiled from the chair and put the glass on the desk. "No, Mac, Leslie just wouldn't go for it. She's a very old fashioned girl, believes in fidelity. She's just not that wild for sex, anyway."
"It's not possible, Barney, not with her looks and figure."
Barney was getting angry. He didn't like Lancaster's inference. "You can't always judge a book by its cover," he snapped.
Mac winced again. Jocks are all alike, he thought, absolutely no imagination.
"Well, you are coming to the teacher's banquet tonight, aren't you?"
"Oh, yeah, that's a school function. Always make school functions; you know, school spirit and all that."
"Yeah, all that," Mac said. Center High always held a dinner for teachers after school had been in progress for a month to get the teachers together, now that they were all acquainted. Mac felt uncomfortable himself, now, afraid that he had jumped the gun with Barney. He should have waited before making his pitch. He kicked himself for misjudging so badly. He hoped the bastard didn't make waves.
"I better get going," Barney said. "Time for practice."
"Yeah," Mac said.
Barney stepped into the hall and saw Dan Henry. "Hi, Dan, going to the bash tonight?"
"Yeah, if Vera's up to it." He grinned. "She's pretty pregnant, you know."
"Yeah, I noticed," Barney said, grinning himself.
Dan was tall and slim, not athletic at all, but Barney liked him. He was shy and minded his own business, not a pushy ass like Lancaster. It was Dan's first year at Center, too.
In his office, Mac poured another Scotch. He wished he hadn't been so presumptuous; he could be in trouble, but it had done his heart good to see the jock-bastard squirm, even if did mean he wouldn't get a crack at the luscious Leslie Thorn.
Somehow, he still found it difficult to believe that a woman as sexy as Mrs. Thorn could be the frigid prude her husband painted; he could have sworn he'd seen a come-on look in her eyes. Maybe Barney protested too much.
Chapter Three
Winnie Lancaster sat pensively drumming a pencil on her desk. She wondered why she had consented to teach again this year; God knows Mac made enough bread without her income. Actually, Mac had needed her and talked into it, and now she wished she hadn't agreed. She was bored, was at loose ends, and she had that nagging unfulfilled feeling. She was forced to cram American History down a bunch of little bastard's throats that didn't give a shit about American History. She didn't either . . . really.
Winnie was a very pretty woman at thirty-three. She had soft brown hair, worn short, and huge, brown bedroom eyes, cow-eyed, Mac said. Her body was slightly plump, shapely, her breasts round and soft, almost too big.
She wanted a cigarette, a drink, a man, especially a man. She loved her husband and they had an outstanding sex life, but she attributed much of it to their free wheeling attitude. She was one of those women that one man couldn't satisfy; she craved a certain amount of variety.
She got up from her chair and went around to the front of her desk. When she lectured, she had a habit of half sitting on the corner of her desk that revealed a great deal more of her thighs than she realized, especially from certain chairs in the room. Arnold Meeker sat in one of those chairs. She eased into her favorite position and opened her book. The class was almost over, the last class of the day, and time for tomorrow's assignment.
"Now for tomorrow . . ." she said.
She was in a bad mood and laid it on heavy; the students groaned. Arnold Meeker had his notebook open, but he wasn't writing; he was usually quite busy in the notebook whenever Winnie stood before the class, so much so that she often wondered just what he was doing. He seemed to be daydreaming now, and he had his hand in his pocket. Winnie noticed a slight movement of his arm and wondered. No, he wouldn't be, not in class.
The bell rang and kids leaped to their feet. "Arnold," Winnie said loudly, "remain in your seat. I want to talk to you for a minute."
He looked up, a confused, almost frightened look on his face. He stammered something, but she couldn't hear over the student's din.
Arnold was a strange boy, a good enough student when he paid attention, but very quiet. He was outstanding in art class. He was a very tall, very skinny boy, and he slouched when he walked.
When all the other students were gone, she went to the door and pushed it shut, and went to Arnold's desk. He was almost trembling.
"What were you doing back here, Arnold?" she said.
"No, nothing, honest," he stammered, "just listening to you."
She saw his notebook protruding from under his text and reached down and snatched it up. "Let me see that," she said.
"Oh, no . . . God, no," Arnold gasped, grabbing at it.
She pulled back, retaining the book. She opened the cover, and closed it quickly. "You just sit right where you're at, young man," she said, and returned to her desk and sat down.
She flipped open the cover and stared at the drawing of a naked woman; it was an excellent drawing, almost photographic. The next two pages were similar, and the fourth was unmistakably Julie Riley. It was more lewd than the others, showing puffy nipples and the split of her cunt. She gasped at the next one; it was of Julie again, sitting in a chair with her legs far apart, and there was a man standing in front of her holding his cock in his hand. His cock was long and hard. She leaned back, a feeling of excitement in her belly, and glanced at the boy slumped in the back of the room. His eyes were downcast; he didn't move.
The next pictures brought another gasp; it was herself and she was propped on the corner of her desk. She was dressed, but her blouse was open and one huge tit stuck out; her skirt was high and her open cunt was visible; it was covered with a wad of curly hair.
"Arnold, come up here," she said. The boy got slowly to his feet and came forward. "Bring a chair and put it here beside my desk." He put the chair beside her desk. "Sit," she ordered.
She held up the picture. "A very good likeness, Arnold. You're a talented artist, but you flatter me," she said. "My figure isn't that good."
Arnold's face was red; he gritted his teeth and said nothing.
Winnie turned the page; it was another picture of her. She was completely naked this time, standing in half profile. In the next, she was sitting, her knees up, her hairy split wide open.
"Your guesswork is pretty accurate, Arnold, but still you flatter me," she said.
She lifted her handbag from the floor and fumbled until she found her cigarettes. She took a small ash tray from a desk drawer and lit up, even though it was against the rules to smoke in a classroom. She turned the page and coughed, the smoke catching in her throat. She was lying on her back in the picture, her legs open, and Arnold - it looked exactly like him - stood naked holding his dong. It was huge, the head bulbous. She held it up for him to see.
"Do you flatter yourself, too?" she asked.
Arnold swallowed hard, but didn't answer.
The next page revealed Arnold on top of her, his huge cock half-way in her pussy. It was an outstanding drawing, the perspective perfect. Her belly tingled. She wondered how big his cock was. It couldn't be that . . . no, not possible.
"You were looking at these pictures while I gave tomorrow's assignment . . . right?"
He looked beaten. "Yes," he said softly.
"What else were you doing while you looked at my . . . at your pictures?"
"Nothing."
"Oh come now, Arnold. You had your hand in your pocket; I saw you. Were you playing with yourself?"
"No," Arnold cried.
"Did you have a hard-on, Arnold?"
"No, no . . . please Mrs. Lancaster, let me go."
"Perhaps we should discuss this matter with the principal, and your father and mother, of course."
"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.
"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.
Chapter Four
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.
"We'd better get ready. Don't want to be late for the dinner," he said gruffly.
Vera got to her feet and went to the closet to get her maternity dress. She slipped into the skirt; it was one of those with the front cut out so her stomach could stick through without putting any pressure on her. She didn't wear panties or stockings because they were too uncomfortable. She let the full cut blouse slide down and cover her naked belly.
She wished she wasn't pregnant, not that she didn't want the kid, but right now she wanted a fuck worst. She laughed at his precautions; hell, it might not even be his.
She married Dan when she was seventeen, three years ago, and she wasn't a virgin. She had gone with a guy before Dan that she was really nuts about, and let the guy fuck her. He was the first, though she had played with guys and sucked a few cocks before that. She fucked her guy for six months before he dropped her for another girl. When she didn't bleed on her wedding night, Dan had flown into a rage, called her a slut, a whore, screamed that she had cheated him. He cooled down eventually, but he always threw it up to her whenever he was angry. He was very jealous and often accused her of cheating, even though he had no proof whatsoever.
He ranted about it so much that she finally gave up and cheated on him. They had been married a year and he was still in school. She didn't have to work to put him through; he had enough money of his own, but he went to classes all day and studied all night. She was lonely and felt neglected. She had quickly developed an appetite for fucking and needed considerably more than she was getting. It happened with Dan's older brother. He was in town on business for a few days and sleeping on the couch in their small apartment. His wife wasn't with him. He slept in his shorts and Vera had noticed him on the way to the can first thing in the morning and saw the big bulge in his shorts.
It was his third and last morning when it happened; Vera wondered afterwards if she had subconsciously set it up. She was sitting on the bed combing her hair, wearing only bikini panties, the door wide open. He wasn't up yet and hadn't taken his morning leak; he had to pass her room on his way to the can.
He walked by the open door and looked in; she had heard him and pretended to be looking the other way. He didn't close the door to the bathroom and she could hear his piss frothing into the toilet. She heard the water running in the sink and knew he was washing his face and hands, and then he gargled. He didn't usually do that until after coffee. On his way back, he stopped at the door, staring at her luscious, near nude body. Her tits were firm and pointed, the nipples dark with big areolas.
"Hi, Vera," he said, "what you doing?"
She knew she should make some pretext at covering herself, but thought it would look stupid now. "Combing my hair," she said, trying to sound casual. Actually, her heart was pounding like a hammer.
He came into the room and sat at the foot of the bed.
"You shouldn't be in here, Don; I'm not dressed," she said.
"I noticed that," Don said, grinning.
"Dan would kill you."
"I'm bigger than he is." He let that sink in. "All over."
Vera kept brushing her hair, not looking at him. "When do you have to go?" she asked.
"My plane leaves at three this afternoon," he answered. "Jesus, Vera, you got gorgeous tits," he added.
Vera blushed, delighted with his flattery. She knew she had nice tits, nice from the first time she was sixteen, and she enjoyed having them appreciated. Dan never made any comments, not about her tits or much of anything else.
"You know, Vera, I don't think Dan appreciates what he's got."
Vera looked at him, smiling. Her mouth dropped open. Don's cock was sticking hard and long from the front of his shorts. She stared at it and said nothing.
Don pushed down his shorts. He sat down, close beside her.
"Don, he's your brother," she said softly.
"He's a jerk," Don said, and cupped one of her tits.
Vera dropped the hairbrush. She was trembling. Her nipple grew hard against his fingers. She knew she should stop him, order him out, but she didn't want to. Her cunt felt wet, receptive, in need of what she knew Don was offering. "Don . . . don't please," she whispered.
"You don't mean it, Vera. You want me as much as I want you," he said. He put his arm around her bare back and dropped his head and sucked in one of her nipples, his other hand sliding down into her brief panties, at the same time.
Vera squirmed when she felt his fingers slide through the hair and into the wet crevice of her cunt. She shivered and leaned against him. His hand felt wonderful between her legs, and what did it matter. Dan always called her a slut, anyway. Maybe she was a slut.
"Fuck me, Don," she said.
She fell back on the bed when he released her, and lifted her butt when he tugged at her panties. She was naked now, and it didn't matter, she wasn't ashamed. Her legs came open when she felt him coming down on top of her. Her hand found his cock and guided it quickly where she wanted it. She was open, and his cock penetrated with no effort.
Yes, Vera had decided to stop fighting; she relaxed and closed her eyes, concentrating on the marvelous big thing that was slowly filling her cunt. Goddamn, she needed it even more than she had thought. It felt so good, and his cock was bigger than Dan's, quite a bit bigger.
"Damn, damn, you feel good, Vera," Don said. He was in the whole way, and fucking slowly.
"Yeah, yeah," Vera grunted, "kiss me, Don."
Don kissed her hard. Her arms were tight around him, holding his lean body tight against her. She felt warm and good, the way a girl should feel when she was getting fucked. The delicious feel of her cunt holding a hard cock was exciting, stimulating, and she knew she would come. Fucking Dan was too often like rape; he took everything and gave nothing.
"Oh, Don, it feels so good," she sighed.
"I knew you were available, Vera. I knew you'd let me have you."
"How did you know? I didn't even know it myself."
"I just knew; I don't know how." He felt the softness of her legs lightly on his back, then felt them tighten and pull him in. "Maybe it was because I wanted you so much."
"I didn't know you wanted me, Don," she sighed, glowing inside. "I do now; I can feel it, and I wanted you without really knowing it. You feel so good, honey, so hard and throbbing in there. I love it, darling, I love it with you." She stiffened and started jerking, hunching against him. "Aw, fuck . . . so good, so fucking good! I'm gonna come, Don, I'm . . . I'm coming, feels so good!" She was gurgling, her head back, her eyes closed, and she was jerked each time he thrust in.
And then Don was coming, too, grunting and thrusting hard, his hot juice spilling into her hungry cunt. He had a load and she could feel it filling her snatch and squeezing out around his cock. She held him in with her legs, wanting it inside her belly, all of it.
She was breathing hard, his weight heavy on her now, her orgasm leveling off to a soft, warm glow. "I'll bet you don't respect me now," she said, only half in jest.
"I feel about you now the same way I did before, only more so. I think you're great. Dan is a stupid asshole, and I think I love you."
"I know I love you, Don," she whispered.
"Was it as good as with Dan?"
"Oh, better, honey, much better. I enjoyed it more and I came harder than with Dan. I feel nicer now, too. Don't pull out, just let it get all soft and slip out."
They showered together and then had breakfast. Don had several loose ends to button up before he left town, so he had to leave. She met him at the airport that afternoon where they had a couple of drinks and then went and sat in the car, necking and petting as their time slipped away.
"God, I wish there was time to go home or get a room; I want you so bad, Vera," he said. He had his hand under her skirt. She wore no panties and he could feel the inviting wetness of her cunt on his fingers. He worked his finger in and out of her pussy and she moaned and reached for his zipper.
"I wish we had time, too, darling; but we don't," she whispered, slowly pulling his hard cock from his fly. "I'll give you something else to remember me by." Holding his cock in her fist, she lowered her head and kissed the leaking tear away from the gaping split in his cockhead. "I love you, my darling," she said, and drew his prick into her mouth.
She stroked his shaft slowly, holding his glans in her mouth while she sucked fervently. Don moaned softly, staring out the windshield at the unsuspecting people walking by. When he lurched into orgasm, she held him fast inside her mouth, drinking steadily of his male milk. She sucked him dry swallowing each precious gob as it belched into her mouth.
She cried after he left, and went into the bar and got a little tight.
That was the first time she cheated on her husband; the second came less than a month later, and with two young men that she had never met before.
Dan had been particularly irritable and harsh that morning; he belittled her abilities, insulted her appearance, and called her a tart. He was still angry when he left the house for class. She was angry, too.
Shortly before noon, she decided the house was bugging her and went down the street to a neighborhood lounge. She was wearing a tight red sweater and even tighter jeans and she sat at the bar. She ordered a double shot with water chaser. The shot went down hard and rolled unkindly in her empty stomach. It took her a moment to catch her breath.
She was still drawing deep breaths when two young men slid up to the bar, one on each side.
"Hi, I'm Terry," the tall one said.
"I'm Mel," the good looking one said.
Vera looked first at one and then the other. "Hi Terry, hi Mel, I'm Vera," she said.
"Can we buy you a drink, Vera?" Terry asked.
She smiled, feeling a woman again. "Yes," she said, "the same."
Her double shot and water came back quickly.
"You're a hard drinking woman, I take it," Mel said.
"No, I just need it this morning."
"We all do now and then," Terry said. He wasn't good looking, but he had and infectious smile. He couldn't have been much over twenty-one. Mel was maybe a year or two older.
Vera tossed down the liquor and sipped lightly at the water. It went easier than the first and she felt better. Another drink was in front of her on the bar before she put the water glass down.
"Goddamn," she gasped, "don't order anymore. I don't want to get gassed."
Still, she picked up the double shot and tossed it down. She could really feel it now. Her body glowed and her head felt light, with a young attentive guy on each side. She hadn't felt this good in a long time.
"It's a nice day and you don't want to drink anymore, so let's go for a ride," Mel said.
"Oh, I couldn't do that. I can't ride around with a couple of strangers. I don't even know you."
"Sure you do. I'm Terry and he's Mel," Terry said.
Vera giggled and let Mel light her cigarette. It was exciting to be the center of attention, almost like before she was married. "Well . . ." she said.
"Aw, come on, we're nice guys," Mel said.
She got into the front seat between the two men. She was excited, felt an exhilaration she had missed. She knew she shouldn't be in the car with them, but a little drive was innocent, no harm could come of it. Mel was driving and she felt Terry's arm on her shoulder; she leaned against him lightly.
"Hey, let's stop by our apartment. Terry and I share a real sharp place. We could have a drink or something," Mel said.
Vera didn't answer because Terry was kissing her. She felt loose and free from the booze and had wanted him to kiss her. An innocent little kiss wouldn't hurt Dan, and besides, he hadn't kissed her in days. Her arms went around Terry's neck.
The kisses had grown more fervent and Terry's tongue was deep in her mouth when Mel stopped the car. She acted surprised when they wanted her to come with them, but with a tiny bit of persuasion, agreed. Her lipstick was badly smeared.
"I'll just look your place over and then I insist on leaving," she said.
They went in and she sat on the couch while Mel mixed the drinks. When he brought the drinks, Vera and Terry were necking again. He gave them each a glass and sat on the other side of Vera.
"Hell, I feel left out," Mel said, "Terry's getting all the kisses."
"You poor darling," Vera said, and took his face in her hands. She eagerly gave him her half opened mouth.
"Hey, we've got some terrific grass. How about a little smoke," Terry said.
Terry got the grass, rolled a tight roach, and lit up. He took a deep drag and handed it to Vera. She drew a lungful without hesitation and handed it to Mel. It went back and forth until it was gone. Terry quickly rolled another.
Vera was in just the right mood and it went straight to her head. She felt wonderful. She still knew exactly what she was doing; everything was crystal clear and she knew what would inevitably happen, but she just didn't give a damn. In fact, she wanted it to happen. Her lust was out of control; she wanted to be wanted, to be needed, to be taken. "Oh, goddamn, but I feel good," she cried, leaning against Mel.
She tilted her face up and let him kiss her, her tongue darting into his mouth. He cupped one her breasts. She pushed his hand away, but it was quickly replaced by a hand from the other side. "Don't," she said, and pushed it away, too.
"Aw, come on, Vera, have some fun," Terry said.
She felt Terry's hand on her tummy under her sweater, and Mel's hand cupping a tit from the outside. "Fellow's, please . . . we shouldn't," she pleaded, but Terry's hand was on her bare tit.
"No bra, Mel. Goddamn, she's really got nice ones."
"Sure they're nice. Couldn't you tell by looking," Vera said.
"Can tell better by feeling," Mel said, and slid his hand under her sweater, too.
"Seeing and feeling even better," Terry said, pulling up her sweater. Mel helped from the other side and they quickly had it above her tits. "Wow, nice!" Mel said.
Vera felt a flush of pride. She was proud of her tits; they were high and firm and pointy. She thrust them against their hands, both nipples hard and tingling, almost hurting. She had her head back and she whispered, "I like this, feels so nice."
They weren't content with just her tits, though, and she felt a hand slide between her legs, rubbing up and down against her tight jeans. She thought it was Terry's hand, but wasn't sure because she couldn't remember who was on which side without looking. It really didn't matter because a hand from the other side soon joined in.
Then the front of her jeans were open and she felt fingers inside the band of her panties. She knew she should stop them, but she couldn't. She felt them tugging at her jeans and raised her ass. The jeans, along with the panties, went down almost to her knees.
One of them had bent forward and had her nipple in his mouth. The other had his hand between her thighs, which were pressed together by her bunched jeans. She felt it nudge against her cunt and reached down and pulled it tighter. "Oh, shit, I'm so hot," she gasped.
"Hey, Terry, I think we got us a real live fuck here," Mel said.
Vera meant to protest to show them that she was a nice girl, but it didn't come out that way. "Yes, fuck me . . . I want both of you to fuck me," she said.
"Let's get her naked," Terry said.
She lay back and let them pull her jeans on down her legs. When they were off, she let her thighs come open; she wanted them to see her, to feel how nice and wet she was. They pulled her red sweater up over her head first, and then a mouth was on her tit again, and two hands were feeling in her cunt. She was surprised at how much hotter two guys could make her than one.
"Let's get her in on the bed," Mel said.
They lifted her and carried her to the bedroom, where they laid her out on her back. She closed her eyes and let them explore her body. She was on fire, twisting and moaning under their touching, caressing hands. They felt her tits, her belly, then a hand was between her open legs stroking her pussy. One sat on each side of her. She reached out with her hands.
"Let me feel your cocks," she cried.
They both unzipped and she felt a hard cock slip into each hand. She squeezed them and felt a thrill; they both felt so good, so hard, so alive. She couldn't decide which she liked the best. Her hand moved slowly on the unfamiliar shafts and she wondered how many girls would thrill so to such a perverse thing.
"Yes," she whispered, her hands moving in unison, "you have yourselves a fuck. Who wants to be first?"
Mel leaped to his feet and started undressing. "Jesus, I gotta fuck this fox. I gotta get my cock into her."
Terry stood, too, and pushed his pants down his legs. Vera watched them, excited at the sight of their hard cocks. An hour ago she had never seen them before, now she was ready to fuck them, ready and eager. She had never felt so alive, so in need of a fuck. She wanted it more than she had ever wanted anything before.
Mel was naked first and came down on top of her. She grabbed his prick and forced the head in. She was wet and it went in suddenly, going all the way with one hard lunge. He fucked violently, his cock moving as if it had been there before. It sucked in and out and she thrilled with each movement. She would come quickly.
She turned her head and saw Terry sitting beside them watching. "Kiss me, honey. I'm awful close," she whispered.
Terry bend down and kissed her. She sucked his tongue into her mouth. His tongue was sliding in and out when she heard Mel give a grunt and knew he was coming. Terry had distracted her just enough so that she hadn't made it with him.
"Oh, damn, I didn't come yet," she cried.
"That's okay, baby," Terry said, "you still got me to go. Pull out, Mel, my turn."
Mel raised up and pulled out with a wet, sucking noise. His cock was still leaking and he aimed at her pubic bush and milked the rest of his jizz into her pubic hair.
"Stop messing around, Mel. Let Terry on," she cried.
Mel moved away and Terry took his place. His cock slid right in, even, though he was a little bigger than Mel.
"Kind of gooey in there," he said.
"It won't hurt you, honey; just fuck me good," Vera said.
He was all the way into her come-slick cunt and he felt her legs lock together behind him. She held him tight, lifting up with her ass, swaying from side to side. She could feel the wet stuff between them as it soaked his hair, too.
"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me . . . I wanta come," she chanted. "It feels so good - I'm so close. I wanta come, gotta come."
He lunged in hard and she got her reward. It was a hard, jolting come and she cried out, gyrating with her hips and loosening her leg grip so he could plunge freely.
"Yeah, yeah," she grunted. "Coming, honey, coming. Keep fucking!"
Terry felt his nuts tighten and he was coming, too. He had a big load, the milky stuff spurting into her in gobs. He stroked several more times and went slack. "Goddamn, baby, Goddamn," he cried, and rolled off.
They lay there side by side, unmoving, for a long time. Vera finally rolled onto her side and started kissing Mel. She reached between his legs for his cock, fondling the limp thing until it started to swell.
"Let's do it, again," she said, and rolled on top of him.
He wasn't completely hard, but she got it in and started humping. She lay flat against him, her tits mashed against his chest, raising and lowering with her ass. She liked the new position, his cock completely swelled now, and knew she could make it again if he would last for a couple of minutes more.
"Don't come yet, Mel, I'm almost there," she said.
Mel wasn't too close yet and relaxed, enjoying her nice body romping wildly on his. He felt her body go tense and knew she was coming. She bucked on top of him, her ass pounding furiously. She had her head up and was grunting with animal pleasure.
The spasms passed and she slowed and then stopped. "Aw, shit, that was good. I really came off," she gasped. She raised up and his cock pulled free.
"You can't leave me like this," he said. "Finish me off with your mouth."
"Suck your cock?" she said.
"Yeah, suck my cock. I want you to suck me off, Vera."
Vera sat beside him and looked at his standing pole. She didn't really want to, but she really didn't want not to, either. She bend down and tasted the tip, then let the head slide into her mouth. It wasn't too bad, tasted kind of nice, really. And then she was sucking hard, her hand gliding rapidly up and down the shaft. She meant to pull away when he came, but all of a sudden her mouth was filled with hot, murky juice and she was swallowing.
She sat up, a string of thick, white come clinging to her chin. She could feel it there and let her tongue slide down after it, but couldn't reach.
"What about me?" Terry said. He was lying on his back, his hands in back of his head. His cock was only half up.
"You're not ready," Vera said.
"You could get me ready."
Vera looked at his cock, made another attempt at the come on her chin, failed again. Whenever she sucked Don and took his load in her mouth, she always wanted to do it again, wanted another load to swallow. Drinking come always made her want more.
"Okay, I'll suck yours, too," she said.
She fell on her belly between his legs and nuzzled in his wiry hair. She kissed around the fringe, held up his balls and kissed them, too; then ovaled her lips and slowly pushed down on the ripe glans. She took him deep in her mouth and held it there, letting it grow fat.
Terry started moving, fucking slowly into her mouth. The end of his cock was almost in her throat and she nearly gagged, but backed off until she could handle his movement. She let him fuck for several minutes before she grasped the shaft and started sucking at the head. She sensed that he liked this and sucked harder, her hand moving gently up and down on the shaft. She increased her tempo, wanting the stuff in her mouth.
Terry held the back of her head with one hand. "Gonna come, gonna come . . . oh, baby, gonna come in your mouth," he chanted.
His come came thick and in two huge gobs. She had them both puddled in her mouth before she swallowed. It was slimy stuff, slippery on her palette, and stronger than Mel's. She liked it, wanted more, but two thick wads was all there was. She let his cock fall free and sat up.
"I've got to be getting back to my car; my husband will be home in a couple of hours," she said.
"We'll have to do this again," Mel said.
Vera frowned. "Not much chance," she said.
She didn't really plan on a repeat performance; the whole thing seemed a little degrading, but it happened, anyway. Several weeks later Dan flew back east to be with his mother, who was quite ill. She wasn't sure why she didn't go with him, but it was probably because he didn't ask her. By the end of the first day alone she was bored and went to the bar where she had met Mel and Terry. Mel was there. They had several drinks, went to another bar and danced, and then she went home with him.
Mel had fucked her and she was asleep when Terry came home from a date. She was awakened slowly, deliciously to the hard probing of Terry's prick in her cunt. It was Friday night and she didn't go back home until late Sunday. On Saturday, a friend of Mel's came by; he was a big guy with a huge cock. By Sunday night, Vera had had enough; she hadn't realized a girl could fuck that much in two days.
This time, she felt guilty, and swore off infidelity. When Dan arrived home the next day she could hardly look him in the eye. She stuck to it, too; until she saw Don again.
They were spending a few days with Don and his wife and it had been difficult to get both his wife and Dan out of the house at the same time, but they had managed. She remembered hauling down her panties and how Don had taken her on the couch without taking off his pants. It was a fabulous fuck. The second time they were both naked and they did it in Don's bed.
* * * * *
Dan knotted his tie and looked at Vera sitting on the bed. "Aren't you ready, yet?" he snapped.
"Yes, Dan, I'm ready," she answered, and got to her feet.
Vera felt her swollen belly and smiled. It was a very good possibility that the baby was Don's and not Dan's. The time was about right when Don had fucked her. It would serve the surly bastard right.
"I'm ready," she said again, still smiling.
Chapter Five
Dan and Vera were almost late; the cocktail hour was almost over. Dan didn't mind, though, because he didn't drink much and he had told Vera to hold it to one drink because of her condition. She was sick of hearing about her condition.
Dan rubbernecked trying to locate Barney Thorn, the only friend he had made at Center. The room was crowded because Center High was a big school and Dan grumbled at the accommodations. "Cheap bastards. You'd think the biggest hotel in town would provide a bigger room than this," he said.
"Maybe they didn't know school teachers were such boozers," Vera said with a snicker.
He started to say something, but just gave her a dirty look instead. "Hey, there's Barney over there. Come on."
"Is his wife with him?" Vera asked.
"Of course," Dan snapped.
"I don't think I like her."
"Don't be stupid, you hardly know her."
Vera shrugged and followed him through the crowd. "She's snooty, stuck on herself," she said, not too loud.
Vera admitted to herself that she was probably jealous of Leslie Thorn's beauty, maybe her cool demeanor, too, but she still thought she was stuck on herself. Actually, Leslie was shy, and rarely got to know anyone easily. She definitely wasn't stuck-up like so many thought.
"Hi, Dan; hello Vera," Barney said.
"Hi," Vera said. She wasn't that crazy about Barney, either. He had that good male look, but he was almost as square as Dan.
"Hello," Leslie said.
"Hi," Vera answered.
Dan and Barney chatted amiably, but the two women just stared into space.
Jesus, what a snob, Vera thought. But there was something different about her tonight. Vera studied the gorgeous ash blond, saw the glassy look in her eyes. Goddamn, she's loaded, Vera thought.
"All the men want to do is talk shop, Leslie; let's go and have a drink," Vera said.
Leslie's face lit up. "Smashing idea," she said.
"Uh, I think you've had enough, love," Barney said.
"Just one more," Leslie said.
"Dan told me I could only have one, so she's safe with me," Vera said. She might be fun if she's drunk, she thought.
"Be sure it's just one," Dan said.
They sifted through the crowd to the bar. "What'll it be, ladies?" the bartender said.
"Anything, so long as it's strong," Leslie said. She turned to Vera. "I really don't need any more, Vera, but I just feel the need to get plowed."
Vera knew she liked her then. "I'll take Scotch, and make mine strong, too."
Vera held up her glass when the drinks arrived. "Here's to fun," she said. "God knows I need some."
"I know exactly what you mean, Vera. Barney's square, too."
"God, Leslie, I feel like getting drunk; maybe doing something I shouldn't." Vera saw a wistful look in Leslie's eyes.
"Me, too," Leslie said, and added softly, almost inaudibly, "Some more."
They had just started their second cocktail when their two squares came up and deftly lifted the drinks from their hands. "We said one," Dan said, "It's time to eat anyway."
As it turned out, they didn't get to sit together. The seating was carefully arranged to mix everyone up and Dan was very angry. He pouted through the whole meal.
Vera noticed that Leslie was swaying badly, and she had a dull, sleepy look. She would never last the evening. Vera wished she was as drunk; it would make it easier, but of course that could never happen with Dan watching her like a hawk.
After dinner, as was so often the case, the party started breaking up. People fell into little cliques or left for greener pastures. Dan was looking for Barney when he heard someone mention bridge. He loved bridge and drifted over.
"Did I hear someone mention bridge?" he said.
"Yes, do you play?" Winnie Lancaster said.
"I sure do."
"Well, we thought if we could get a couple of tables we would go over to our place for a long session. Does Vera play?"
"No, but it would be too uncomfortable for her to sit so long, anyway. She can watch TV or nap or even go home. I'd like to play. Does Mac play?"
"Some," Winnie said.
They ended up with six couples, but within an hour and a half there was one table of avid players, one table of half-hearted players, and one table of don't-want-to-play-anymore players. Vera was at the last table.
"Shit, I don't want to play, anymore," Vera said, pushing back her chair. "I can't play worth a damn. Never could."
Sally Connors looked at her with agreement. "I think we'll go home. I'm getting tired," she said. Her husband nodded.
Mac Lancaster pushed back and stretched. "Yeah, I'm tired of playing, too. I'm not as avid about the game as Winnie. We could go in the front room and play some music, have a drink."
"Yes," Vera hissed, "only don't say it so loud."
The Connors went home and Mac and Vera moved to the front room. Vera sat on the couch while he put on a tape and made drinks. He brought her a short stubby glass filled with whiskey. She took a long drink.
"Ahhh, shit, I needed that," Vera said. "Dan doesn't like it with I drink; not while I'm pregnant, anyway. He doesn't like it when I smoke, either. Got a cigarette? I'm dying for one."
Mac came over and lit two cigarettes. "We won't tell him."
She was on her third drink and feeling wonderful when Marie Sanchez stuck her head in the door. "Had `nuff bridge," she said. "Can we dance in here?"
"Sure, if you don't mind the rug," Mac said.
"Love the rug," Marie said. "The Morriseys are going home. Already left, in fact." She giggled. She was a small, dark woman with an exquisite body. She taught sophomore English and she was recently divorced. She slid easily into Tod Hermann's arms. Tod's wife was at the avid table. "The lights are sure bright in here," she called over her shoulder.
"I can take a hint," Mac said, and got to his feet. He snapped off all the lights except a small TV lamp, which gave off practically no light. The room was all but completely dark. When he returned to the couch he had two fresh drinks and after giving Vera one, he put his arm around her. She accepted his arm and leaned against him.
They sat like this sipping their drinks for several minutes before he kissed her. Her lips were soft, eager and opened on the second kiss to receive his tongue.
Goddamn, she thought, I'm so turned on. "I'm drunk, Mac," she said.
"No, Vera, you're beautiful," Mac said.
"Noooo . . . I'm fat and awkward and ugly,"
"You're beautiful," he said again, and put his hand on her swollen belly. I love it the way you stick out."
"Ohhhh, Mac!" she cried, and pressed her mouth to his. His hand moved in a soft circular motion on her big stomach.
"Would you like to dance?" he asked.
"I . . . yes, I guess so. I have to do something to clear the cobwebs." She pulled from his embrace and got to her feet. She stood swaying gently, pulling huge gulps of air into her open mouth.
Mac stood up, came close behind her and slipped his arms around her and placed his hands on her protruding belly. "Oh, baby, you're so lovely," Mac said, moving his hands on her tummy, letting them slide slowly downward.
"Yes, Mac, yes," she moaned softly, and leaned back against him. She felt his cock, thick in his pants, press against the deep crack of her ass. "I had a feeling about you, Mac . . . a feeling that a pregnant woman might turn you on. It was the way you kept looking at me. Was I right?"
"God, baby, were you ever," he said. "Would your husband notice if we went somewhere?"
"No. When he plays bridge he is in another world."
"Would you like to go for a drive?"
Vera tossed her head back on his shoulder, her black hair flew against his neck, her eyes glistened in the near darkness, her nostrils flared. "I don't want to do it in a car . . . too cramped."
Mac's heart quickened. She was offering far more than he had hoped for; she wanted to fuck.
"If you reach under my dress, you'll discover that I'm not wearing any pants," she hissed.
He let his hands drop under her belly and slowly hiked her skirt upwards. When the hem reached his finger tips he moved his hands up again to caress her bulging, naked belly, then slowly slid down until his fingers felt her hair.
"Lower," she cried, pressing herself against his fingers.
She held her breath as his fingers slid down between her legs. It felt so good now that he was feeling her cunt. She was so wet, so hot, so in need. It seemed like she was always in need now, so damned hot, always wanting to be fucked. Maybe it was her condition, maybe Dan's neglect; she didn't know which, or care; she just knew she needed a man inside of her.
"God, you've really got me going, Vera," Mac moaned.
"Then fuck me . . . here, now, in the bedroom, anywhere," she hissed.
He looked around the room. "Where are Tod and Marie?"
"Who gives a fuck?" Vera snorted.
"There they are, over on the other couch."
Tod and Marie had been watching them, and when they saw Mac's hands slide up under Vera's dress they knew they were safe to do anything they wanted. Tod had his hand inside her panties and she gripped his prick through his pants. "Goddamn, Tod, I'm so hot," she whispered.
Mac saw what was going on and smiled. He had suspected that Marie would put out; it was nice to have it confirmed. She was in here getting felt up while her current boyfriend played bridge with Tod's wife. A very good deal.
"They can fuck on the couch if they like, but we're going in the bedroom," he said, and steered Vera toward the other couple. He stayed behind her with one hand between her legs.
"We're going in the bedroom," he whispered. "There's two if you care to do the same." He slowly pulled Vera's skirt up while he talked until the couple on the couch could see her naked up to her belly button. Instead of resisting, Vera put her hand on Mac's and pressed it tighter against her cunt.
Tod and Marie just stared.
"You can use the same bed for all I care," Vera said. "I just want to get fucked."
They watched them leave the room in silence. Marie found Tod's zipper and got her hand inside his pants. "God, wasn't that stimulating?" she whispered.
"Uh, yeah," Tod said. He hadn't really expected things to go this far.
She had his cock out and was slowly masturbating him. "Do you want to go in the bedroom?"
"Jesus, I don't think we dare."
"Oh, Tod, I want it so bad," Marie gasped.
Before Tod knew what was happening, she had straddled his lap, pulled the crotch of her panties aside, and was settling down on his lap. He was deathly afraid of getting caught, but her cunt was wet and open and his cock moved in. He grunted with pleasure as he went deeper. Marie started humping against his lap and then fear seemed a long way away.
"Oh, my God, baby, that feels good. Fuck me, sweetheart, fuck me," he groaned.
Marie had no intention of doing anything else and rose and fell on his stiff shaft. "Yeah, yeah," she grunted, lifting until only the cockhead was in and then dropping back to engulf the whole thing.
"Hold off a couple of minutes, Tod," she cried. "I'm close now, but I need a minute or two. Oh, shit, that feels good. I want to come . . . I'm so close . . ."
She went stiff and then fucked with a frenzy, sliding her pussy up and down on his cock. "I'm coming!" she gasped.
Marie slumped heavily against him, her weight holding his cock in deep. "Don't stop now," he said, lifting his ass.
"You do it now," she gasped, "get your own gun."
She knew he was getting close from the way he was hunching, but she didn't really care, now - she was satisfied for then moment. It was a good primer for when her boyfriend took her home. She would let him come in, of course, and then they could indulge in a good long drawn-out fuck in bed. Marie liked her fucking, so much so that it had caused her divorce. Her husband knew she cheated and finally couldn't take any more. She hadn't really cared that much; her freedom to play around was more important.
Tod grunted and gave a hard last lunge. She could feel the stuff leaking out around his cock and lifted up, letting his shrinking prick fall free.
"Get your handkerchief out, honey, or we'll make a mess on the front of your pants," she said.
"Probably too late," he snorted, twisting his body so he could get at his back pocket. He got it out and wrapped it around his cock. "Get off or you'll drip on me."
Marie rolled over and sat beside him. She felt wet and sticky. "That was good," she said.
"I better go to the bathroom and clean up. Jesus, we really took a chance."
"Yeah, but it was worth it."
"You can say that. I'm married. You can always get another boyfriend."
"Well, you can always get another wife, too."
"I don't want another wife," he growled. He got to his feet and looked down at her. Her skirt was still around her hips and the black hair on her cunt was quite visible against her smooth skin. He grinned. "Yeah, it was good. Maybe again some time?"
"Maybe," Marie said.
She watched him leave the room and knew there would be a next time. He had a nice cock.
While Tod and Marie fucked, Mac had hustled Vera down the hall to his bedroom. He pushed the door closed behind them and they embraced.
"Jesus, Mac, you have no idea how horny a pregnant girl can get. My husband completely ignores me . . ."
"He's a fool."
"I think so, too." She had his fly open and hauled his big cock out. "Aw, fuck, Mac, it's so nice and big." She had it between her legs and pressed the thick knob against her cunt. "Do you think you can get it in like this?"
"Let's get our clothes off and get on the bed. I know I can get it in like that."
"I can't wait," she said, and pulled away. Her clothes fell to the floor as she quickly peeled them off. "Come on, Mac, get `em off."
Mac smiled and slowly started undressing. He liked a girl to be anxious. He was only half undressing by the time she was on the bed.
"Turn the lights on, Mac; I want to see you," she said.
Mac snapped on the light and saw her. She was lying on her back looking at him, her legs wide apart, her gash open and glistening wet. She was breathing through her mouth, her tongue wetting her lips nervously. Yes, she was anxious, hot and anxious.
He was naked now and approached the bed. Her tits looked so fat and round, the nipples big and dark, and her belly heaved with excitement.
"God, you look good, Mac," she hissed. "So nice and big. I was hoping you'd be big. Are you going to put it in me?"
"Yes." He went to his knees beside the bed and leaned forward between her legs. "But first I think I'll kiss it and make it nice and wet."
A shiver raced up her spine. "It's already nice and wet," she said. "I've been leaking since your first kiss on the couch."
"When I kiss a pussy, I want it wet," he said, and leaned forward, pressing his half opened mouth to her cunt.
She moaned, "Yes, kiss it!"
He suckled her with his lips and she tasted ripe, well overdue, just the way he liked. She had a lot of hair and it got in his mouth. With his fingers, he brushed it aside, opening her lips at the same time, and pushed his tongue deep into her hole.
"Oh, God, I like that," she cried, grabbing his head with both hands. She held him in tight while his tongue went in and out. "If you keep that up you'll make me come," she gasped.
He held the lips open and fucked her with his tongue. She was wet and slippery in there and ready for something bigger; besides, he wanted her to come on his prick; he could always make her come with his mouth. Women come so easy that way.
Mac raised his head quickly. "I think it's time to fuck," he said.
"I think so, too," Vera said.
"Slide up on the bed; I want to get that big belly under me."
Vera slid to the middle of the bed, planted both feet firmly, and let her knees fall open. "Come on, big man, I'm ready; put it in."
Mac came between her legs and looked at her open pussy. An easy target, he thought, and gripped his pecker.
"Let me," Vera said, reached down and took hold of his prick. She slid the thick knob back and forth between the lips, nuzzled it hard against her clit, and then pressed it to the hole. "Ah, yes, honey, now push it in," she sighed.
The tip was already imbedded and one thrust pushed it halfway in.
"Ahhhhhhh," Vera moaned. "Feels so nice. I love it. All the way, shove it all the way."
He let himself down on her bulging stomach and hunched, pushing his prick all the way in. He let it soak for a minute before he started fucking. He fucked with long strokes, slow on the way out, thrusting in hard and fast, then slow out again.
"Aw, honeeeee . . . that feels so good. Fuck me hard . . . jeez, keep going; don't stop until I come. I'm not too far away now."
She lay still, her eyes closed, her mouth open, and let him thrust into her. His cock was so big; it felt so good.
"Yeah, honey, like that," she gasped, her hips coming up off the bed. "Goddamn, getting close, feels so good, so fucking good. I love to fuck, Mac, love it, love it. Makes me feel so nice. I . . . I . . . I'm gonna come, Mac, I'm gonna come. AW, FUCK . . . "
Mac ended her sentence with his mouth, his tongue sliding deep. She had a nice cunt. It was sloppy wet, and big, too; but it still wrapped tight around his cock, clinging and sucking, holding the shaft tightly. He could feel the thick foreskin ride back and forth over his glans inside the contracting hole. It was obvious that she was coming - her body trembled. It was gratifying to have her come like that while he still had control of himself. He pulled out, but still remained on top of her.
"You didn't come?" she said softly.
"No, but I will before we finish." He lifted up. "Roll over and get on your knees. I want to take you from behind."
"Not in my ass," Vera said.
"No, but it isn't a bad idea."
Vera rolled over and weakly kneeled. "Don't take too long; I can't stay up. I'm too weak."
Mac was behind her and had his cock in. It slid easily all the way. He liked it like this. He could feel her tits and caress her belly and slide his hand down and rub her clit while he fucked.
He felt her tits until her nipples were hard again. Then he caressed her stomach until his fingers slid into the hair. He spread the top of her cleft and massaged the hard clit, shoving hard with his cock. Vera was soon rocking under him, moans slipping from her lips.
"God, I think I can come again," she cried. "Oh, Jesus, I know I can come again . . . I'm almost there."
Mac was slumped over her, one hand holding her tit, the other at her clit while he thrust steadily into her. She was jerking hard now, her cushiony ass cheeks bouncing against his stomach.
"Oh, yeah . . . " she cried. "Oh, yeah, I'm coming . . . fuck, am I ever coming!"
Mac felt her legs go out, pulling him free. He was about to come, too, and quickly pushed her onto her side. Gripping his cock in his fist, he moved up beside her on his knees, then gave two quick jerks and spewed his thick come onto her face. She was breathing through her mouth and the stuff ran off her cheek onto her nose and into her mouth. She didn't move while he milked himself out.
"That wasn't nice," she finally said.
"Your fault," he said.
"My legs just gave out. I couldn't help it."
"Okay, we're even." He was grinning, still holding his prick.
She grinned, too, and wiped at her gooey lips with her tongue.
Mac dressed quickly, aware of the danger for the first time. Vera still reclined on the bed. "You'd better go in and wash your face and get dressed," he said.
"Just like a man," she retorted, and got up and went into the toilet. She returned quickly and started dressing.
"We took and awful risk," Mac said.
"Yes, I know."
"Don't you care?"
"I wanted it so bad I guess I didn't. Maybe the risk added to the excitement."
"It did for me," Mac said. Of course, he knew most of the risk was hers. Winnie wouldn't care, maybe she'd even approve, and he certainly wasn't afraid of Dan.
Vera suspected that she hadn't really cared, maybe even now, after it was over. Dan had been accusing her for so long she might subconsciously want to get caught. Of course, Dan was right, even if he didn't know for sure. She was a tramp; she liked to fuck.
"Anyway, we didn't get caught," she said.
"What if Dan walked in now?"
"I'm dressed. I could say you were showing me the house."
Mac laughed. "I'll show you the house any time you like."
"I may want to see it again soon," she said.
"Hey, tomorrow is a school day; we better break up the bridge game." He looked at his watch. "Geez, after midnight."
Dan protested, but Mac ended the game and got everyone on their way. He could tell that Dan wasn't interested in how his wife had passed her time while he was playing. He was the kind of slob that assumed she was watching television or taking a nap - by herself.
"Jesus, that nut is really a fanatic," Winnie said, after they were in the bedroom. She sat on the bed naked, smoking a cigarette. Her big tits looked round and fat, accentuated by the dark-circled nipples.
"Who's that?" Mac said, pushing his pants down for the second time that night.
"That silly bastard Dan. I was his partner and he had to play for a quarter a cent a point. We lost twenty-five bucks."
"I thought you were a better player than that."
"I am, and he's a damn good player. Our opponents had some shit house luck. We were just starting to win when you came out and broke it up. I think Dan would have played all night."
"Will be play anything else?" Mac said.
"I don't know, all he thought about tonight was bridge. I rather doubt it."
"His wife is hot to trot."
"How do you know?" She looked at him suspiciously.
"I fucked her while you and Dan played cards."
"You're kidding! She's big as a barn."
"She's still a good fuck, and it didn't take any effort to get her legs open, either."
"I figured you were busy at something, but I thought Marie would be more your speed. She's certainly available.
"No doubt about that, and I wouldn't mind, but Tod was keeping her pretty busy."
"His wife seem kind of nervous with him out of the room. Did he fuck her?"
"I'm not sure; I was in the bedroom with Vera, but I'm pretty convinced that he did. They were sitting in opposite chairs watching the TV when Vera and I came back and they weren't like that when we left."
Winnie thought about telling him of her bout with the Meeker kid, then decided against it. Mac wouldn't approve since it was with a student. He was against students and teachers mixing.
"What happened to Barney and Leslie? I thought they were bridge players. She's too good looking for her own good. She's stuck-up; looked right at me before dinner and didn't even speak."
"Are you kidding?" Winnie said. "She couldn't speak. She was so plastered she could hardly stand up. Barney hustled her out of there before dinner was over."
"Yeah? She was drunk?"
"Drunker than a skunk. And she's not stuck-up; she's a nice gal. Sometimes women that beautiful seem that way when it's really the guy's fear of getting turned down. I think she'd like to swap."
"No way. I approached Barney on it this afternoon. He was pretty indignant, indicated she would have no part of such shenanigans."
"Maybe old Barney doesn't know what he's talking about. I have a little bombshell to lay on you. You know Marva Putnam, their next door neighbor?"
"Do I ever. She's one sweet piece."
"Well, I was talking to her on the phone before you got home and she told me she saw beautiful little Leslie leave a bar on the arm of a man, and I don't mean Barney."
"Really? Jesus, lucky bastard. Why didn't you tell me that earlier?"
"I was saving it for now," Winnie said, and reached out and took hold of his cock, which was half hard. "I thought it might pump you up a little. I see it has." She pulled slowly on his big cock. It grew steadily. "I need a fuck," she said.
Chapter Six
Barney was still a little angry at Leslie for getting so drunk at the faculty dinner. He was a little drunk himself, now. He lifted the glass to his lips again, and took a long sip. It was delicious punch, but stronger than he had first thought, and Barney just wasn't accustomed to hard liquor, disguised with fruit juice or any other way.
He glanced at his wife dancing with Chet Putnam. She was dancing too close to the smooth bastard and it rankled him. Oh, he liked Chet okay, but his moves on Leslie hadn't escaped him. He was a little jealous and didn't like the feeling.
His first hint that lovely Leslie wasn't as sweet and inhibited as he'd thought, came the other night after the faculty dinner. He'd never seen her so drunk or act quite the way she had. When they came home she had undressed herself with considerable difficulty, a feat in itself considering how smashed she was. Then she lay down and pulled him on top of her and cried, "Fuck me, Barney, fuck me!" Leslie had never said anything like that before; he hadn't even thought she'd known the word. He was already angry with her for getting drunk. Her vulgarity dismayed him, yet it turned him on and he had fucked her without taking off his pants.
She had moaned and rolled under him and cried, "Oh, honey . . . baby, so good, feels so good. Gonna come, gonna come!" She had never said anything when they'd fucked before, and he wasn't aware that she ever came. It just wasn't like her, not at all.
He looked at Marva Putnam sitting next to him on the couch. She was so good looking, so goddamn sexy. He caught her eyes for an instant and looked quickly away. Her tits looked so full and luscious. She wasn't wearing a brassiere and he could see the dark circle around her nipples. Her skirt was too short, too, and exposed too much thigh. He felt the sweat on the back of his neck and knew he must be blushing. It was indecent for a woman to show so much.
He shot another glance at Chet and Leslie dancing and took a long swallow of punch. It was that goddamn Mac Lancaster and his ridiculous talk about swapping that had set him on edge. He knew his worry was needless; Leslie would never go for that kind of shit. No way.
The Putnams were good neighbors, friendly and helpful, and he liked them both. This was the third time they had gotten together socially, but there hadn't been so much drinking the other times. Chet was a salesman and gone a lot, giving Marva too much time alone. He suspected that Leslie wasted too much time having coffee with her. Barney didn't believe in wasting time.
Barney almost wished they hadn't accepted the Putnam's invitation. The barbecued steaks had been delicious, but then the sun went down and it got chilly so they went in the house. Marva had made a huge bowl of punch and they started playing cards and talking about the game the night before. It had been a good win over a tough rival, making Barney feel great and he drank too much of the delicious, fruity punch. Chet drank heavily, too, but he was accustomed to it. He bitched constantly about his cards and finally threw them down with a curse. He turned the stereo up and the lights down and asked Leslie to dance. Marva filled Barney's glass and sat beside him on the couch.
Barney was unusually aware of Marva sitting so close to him. She was a real looker, dark and beautiful, and built. God, she was built. Barney wasn't one to look at other women, but he had developed a mild lech for her in spite of himself. He had decided that if he was going to cheat, which he wasn't, it would have to be with Marva. He had no way of knowing that Marva had the same idea, and she cheated all the time. He had no idea, either, that she and Leslie had discussed that very subject earlier in the day.
Marva moved closer to Barney. She had decided she would have him the first time she saw him. He was a muscular young man, bigger than Chet and she wondered if his cock was bigger, too. She doubted it; Chet was really hung. He was handsome in a rugged way, but not as bright or as good company as her husband.
"They make a nice couple, don't they?" she said coyly, leaning against his arm. God, he was hard as a rock.
"Uh, yeah," Barney said.
She had deliberately made the punch strong; old Barney needed all the help he could get, and she had done her part, filling his glass as fast as he emptied it.
"Do you want to dance with me, Barney?" she said.
"Yeah, sure," Barney said, and got to his feet.
Marva stood up beside him. "I think I'd rather step outside for a minute or two. It's do damn stuffy in here."
"Sure. I could use a little air myself. Feel a little lightheaded." He grinned. "Too much punch."
"Good for what ails you," Marva said, and took his arm.
Leslie saw them go through the French doors to the patio, saw how tightly Marva held her husband's arm. She hoped Marva was as much woman as she looked. She knew Marva wanted Barney because she had said so, and she wanted Chet, Goddamn, how she wanted Chet. She could feel his cock against her crotch now; he was hard, and he was big, bigger than Barney. She pressed tighter against him and turned her face up. Chet took the invitation and kissed her. She felt a thrill race through her body when his tongue snaked into her mouth. She sucked at the pulpy thing, pulling it in deeper and felt his hand slide down her back to cup her smooth cheeks. She held the kiss, letting him press his cock hard against her soft belly. It felt so fucking good.
On the patio, Marva looked up at the clear, star filled sky. "I think it's warmed up a little," she said. She was facing him and stepped closer. "It's such a beautiful night, Barney. Do you want to kiss me?" She turned her face up to him.
"You've had a little too much of your own punch," he said, with a grin, but stepped next to her.
"No, I haven't, darling," she said. "I want you to kiss me."
Barney looked guiltily at the French doors. He couldn't see Chet or Leslie, so surely they couldn't see him. Temptation filled his body. Marva was such a beautiful and desirable woman. She was so close he could feel her touching him.
Her arms came up around his neck and she was pulling his head down. She meant it; she wanted him to kiss her.
They kissed. It started softly, but she encouraged him to be more intense, her tongue gliding lightly along his lips. He felt her writhing against him, her arms tightly around his neck, her hot body hard against his. He felt his cock hardening and pulled away.
"Marva, Marva," he gasped, "you've had too much to drink. You'll hate yourself and me too in the morning."
"No, I won't . . . honey, oh, baby . . . " she sighed and snuggled close again.
When he stepped back again she stepped forward so that if he went any further he would be in view from the house. He stopped and her arm went around his neck. This time the kiss was hot from the start and when she felt his arms circle her, she speared her tongue into his mouth. His response was to tighten his arms around her; she liked that and began to pump her tongue in and out, a movement both suggestive and lewd.
"God, Marva," he sputtered. He was breathless and excited but forced his mouth free. "You don't realize what you're doing. You're playing with fire."
"I know it," she whispered and pressed against him again, only this time with a vital difference; she had one hand between them in front of her tummy. She felt for his now hard cock through his pants and when they kissed she massaged it with her palm.
His cock responded with a throb. She pulled away a little to make room for her hand to unzip his fly. When she had it open she reached inside and clasped his shaft. It was rock hard and throbbed in her hand.
Barney gasped and grabbed her wrist. When he pulled her hand away, she pulled his cock out of his pants.
"Oooooh, Barney . . . nice," Marva cried.
Barney pulled himself free and tucked his cock away. "Now I know you've had too much to drink," he said, zipping up. "I can't let you degrade yourself like this. What if your husband or my wife came out here and saw what we were doing?"
"What if . . ." Marva giggled.
"Come on, I'm taking you back inside and Leslie and I are going home."
"What's the matter, don't trust yourself?"
He still gripped her wrist and started for the house.
"What if Leslie doesn't want to go home?"
"She'll want to go if I do," Barney snapped.
But Leslie didn't want to go home. She was having too good a time dancing and teasing . . . with the promise of more. She and Chet had been kissing steadily ever since Barney and Marva left the house. They danced very close, kissing, rubbing belly to belly, Chet's hard cock firmly against her thigh. Luckily they heard the commotion on the patio and had broken apart before the other couple entered. The three of them talked Barney out of going home. Instead, they went to the punch bowl. Barney sulked, yet drank a quick glass of punch.
Chet turned off more lights, leaving only one floor lamp on low. He put on a sensual, slow record. The music had a quick effect on Marva and she started gyrating in a very suggestive manner, much to the embarrassment of Barney, but to the delight of Leslie and Chet. Chet clapped his hands and shouted encouragement. "Take it off, baby," he called.
Barney was torn; he wanted to keep the party respectable, not wanting his neighbors to regret anything tomorrow, but at the same time wouldn't mind seeing more of Marva. Her suggestive motions sent a twitch through his cock.
Marva danced close to him and gently pushed him back into an arm chair. He caught a fleeting glance of Leslie and Chet sitting close together on the couch and then Marva was in front of him. She wore a tight fitting cocktail dress and it didn't take her long to get one strap off her shoulder and the bodice down to completely expose one ripe tit. The nipple was dark and stood out hard.
He sat spellbound, watching open mouthed, enthralled. His brain was bursting with excitement. His cock lengthened down his pants leg.
Marva twirled in front of him, taking his empty glass from his hand. He watched her glide to the punch bowl and quickly fill his glass. She was back in an instant and put the wet glass to his lips. "Drink up, darling," she cooed. She held it there until he had drained it completely, then threw it to the floor. His mind spun wildly.
Keeping time to the music, she rotated her hips recklessly as she pushed her dress down to her hips. Her luscious tits bounced gently, sensuously before Barney's bulging eyes. She was positioned to hide the couple on the couch, but Barney was no longer interested in the scene going on there.
Chet pulled his tongue from Leslie's mouth and broke the long kiss. "That's it, honey, give Barney a good show. She's got a sweet pair of jugs, Barney, a sweet pair," he said.
Barney got a quick look at the couple on the couch. His vision was blurry and didn't see his wife's hand palm down on Chet's lap or Chet's hand cupping Leslie's generous tit. Chet didn't seem to mind that Marva was making a spectacle of herself, so he decided that he wouldn't either; he would just enjoy the sight.
He watched Marva's tits bounce; they looked so round and soft. He couldn't help wondering how they would feel in his hands. Leslie's were higher, and firmer, pointed and smooth, Marva's soft, bouncy boobs would be a nice change of pace.
Suddenly Marva stopped her writhing dance and lifted one leg and placed her foot on his thigh. "Be a darling," she said softly, "and take off my shoe."
Barney almost fainted. She wasn't wearing stockings and her leg looked so white, so smooth, and he could see all the way to her scantily pantied crotch. The panties were a black net-like material and he could see the thick black hair squeezing out through the leg bands in profusion. He heard Chet laughing and Leslie chuckled. "Go ahead, honey, take off her shoe," she cried. Barney felt a little shock when Leslie encouraged him; he had expected her to protest.
Barney swallowed hard, knew he was blushing, and reached down and removed her shoe. She left her bare foot on his thigh, slowly wriggling her toes.
"Do feet turn you on, Barney? Does this excite you?" Marva said, sliding her foot up his leg until her toes touched the end of his hard cock. She pressed down on the hard gristle for a moment, then changed feet. "Take off the other one," she whispered.
He felt the heat in his face and knew it was the color of a ripe tomato. He glanced past her at Chet, who was grinning; so was Leslie. Leslie was gripping Chet's cock through his pants now, but Barney didn't notice.
"Take it off for her, Barney," Chet said.
"Yes, Barney, don't be such a prude," Leslie added.
She was leaning heavily against Chet, and her fingers deftly worked at his zipper, sliding quickly inside when it was all the way down. She gripped his hard cock, and pulled softly, "God, Chet, it's nice." It felt good in her hand. It was so nice and big; bigger than Barney's.
Barney's mouth hung open; all he could see was smooth, white thigh all the way to Marva's black panties. She lifted her skirt so he could get an unobstructed view. His hands trembled when he reached for the shoe. He somehow got the shoe off and then she was on both feet again pushing her skirt down to the floor. She stood in front of him wearing only her tiny panties.
"I think you should give old Barn a nice big kiss for being so helpful," Chet shouted.
Marva dropped into his lap, directly on his bulging cock, her arms sliding around his neck, her naked tits pressing hard against his chest. She kissed Barney, and at the same time dropped her hands to his and lifted them up to her lolling tits. It was impossible for Barney to resist cupping the ripe hills. Her nipples strained hard against his pressing palms.
Her arms were around his neck again and her tongue was deep in his mouth. Barney tried to resist, knowing that his own wife and this young woman's husband were only a few feet away, but it was difficult; he felt so drunk, so out of control. He guessed it was all right if Chet wanted to let Marva do a striptease and act like this, but he would never let Leslie be touched and kissed by another man.
On the couch, Chet Putnam had pulled Leslie into his arms, rolling her slightly onto her side to face him. His hand was behind her, easing her dress up the back of her thighs.
"God, Leslie your legs feel so smooth," Chet whispered. "Do you like mate swapping?"
"I've never done it . . . not until tonight. I think I'm going to like it; it's stimulating, but Barney isn't exactly the type to instigate such a move. He's a prude."
"No!" Chet said.
"Yes," Leslie said, giggling. She knew he was kidding, and she gripped his cock tighter. "You feel smooth, too . . . and hard," she said. "I like it hard."
He kissed her then, his tongue in her mouth, and his hand reached her panties. He caressed her ass through the thin nylon.
Barney couldn't see what was happening on the couch; Marva was blocking his line of vision, even if he had wanted to look.
He was busy feeling her tits while they kissed. He was completely confused now, and abandoned himself to Marva. One hand left her breast and slid down to her tummy, down to her sheer panties. She naughtily parted her legs and gave his hand a push.
"Yes, honey," she hissed, "feel my cunt."
His hand was on her warm mound and moved down the deep cleft between her legs. He felt the ooze of wet, warm moisture through her panty crotch. He was completely out of control now and pushed the crotch band to the side and felt her wet lips. At the same moment, Chet was feeling Leslie's cunt, his hand inside her panties.
"Ohhhh, darling," Marva moaned, "you're really getting to me now . . . really getting me hot. Yes, yes, feel it, put your finger inside . . . ooooooh, honey, good!" She leaned sideways to rest her head on his shoulder.
With Marva's head out of the way, Barney looked across the room at the couple on the sofa. His wife's dress was up around her belly, her leg lifted in a funny way. He couldn't see because Chet's hand was behind her, but it was to let him have complete access to her open cunt. His mouth dropped open as he watched Leslie slowly pull Chet's cock out of his pants.
Leslie looked up at that moment to stare into her husband's wide eyes. She gave him a half smile, an apologetic smile, but slowly started to masturbate the huge cock in her hand.
Barney was shocked, even dismayed, yet he felt a terrific lurch inside his pants. Marva got onto the floor, pulling Barney with her. He was all but on top of her and his hands were pulling her panties off. He felt her hands on his belt buckle and rolled over to let her get him undone. She got his pants open and pushed them down; he arched his hips to help her. When his pants reached his knees, he rolled on top of her, his cock stiff between her open legs. She found his cock with her hand and pushed it into her cunt. It glided into the wet-slick groove effortlessly.
"Oh, Goddamn, Barney, nail me to the floor; fuck me hard," she gasped, lifting her ass to meet his thrust. "Don't come too quick."
Barney didn't see Leslie's panties come off, or Chet's, for that matter. Chet had lifted one of Leslie's legs over the back of the couch and pushed the other to the floor, leaving her wide open. He climbed aboard, his thick tool easing deep into her wet cunt. Leslie sighed with pleasure, her legs coming up over his back.
Both couples rutted hard, moaning and straining, fucking like wild animals.
Barney looked up at the couch, a mixture of dismay and excitement racing through his mind. It was a bizarre experience to see his lovely wife taking the hard cock of another man while he fucked another woman. He was strangely stimulated by the sight.
It was different for Chet Putnam; he had seen his wife fuck another man before, yet seeing her wiggling and thrusting under Barney, and knowing that she was getting supreme ecstasy from Barney's cock stimulated Chet, too.
"Nice, Barney, nice," Marva moaned. "Don't come too quick . . . yeah, like that, keep fucking. I'm getting close, honey; make me come . . . please, make me come."
Barney tried to hold himself off, but her cunt was too snug, too hot. "Aw, Marva, I can't stop it . . . I'm coming," he gasped.
"Go fast, lover, faster! I . . . I'm almost there . . . don't stop, not yet." Marva was lurching against him, lifting up, ramming herself hard on his cock. "Yeah, yeah . . . I'm coming, coming with you. Oh, Barney so good, feels so fucking good!"
Barney felt his hot sperm squirting into Marva Putnam's belly. It felt good to come inside her, not caring if he knocked her up. He gave a final lunge and went limp, his cock drained dry inside her hot pussy. With a gasp, he rolled off, pulling his cock free. He glanced up at the couple on the couch.
Leslie had her legs locked over Chet's back humping furiously. She gasped and moaned, then locked her lips to Chet's. She gave a little scream, bucking under him, shaking from head to toe. Chet stiffened and jerked rapidly into her.
Barney lay on the floor completely bewildered. He knew that Chet was coming inside his wife's beautiful belly, filling her with his seman, pumping his scalding stuff into her, foaming high inside her cunt. He knew she was enjoying it, too, enjoying it immensely and that hurt. He wanted to leap up and pull them apart, but his body wouldn't respond. He lay weakly and watched while Leslie got her rocks off with another man. She was coming hard, too, holding Chet tightly while she enjoyed his squirting prick.
They were finally still and he heard her say, "Aw, fuck, Chet, that was wonderful . . . I came so hard, so fucking hard. I didn't want it to ever stop. Don't pull out, just leave it in for a while."
"I need another drink," Barney said. "I can still think."
"I'll get you one," Marva said, and got to her feet.
Marva went to the punch bowl, filled Barney's glass to the brim. She was a little disgusted with good old Barney Thorn, the he-man, the big jock. He was a big jock, all right. He enjoyed kicking or throwing a ball more than fucking, and it bugged him when his wife fucked another man, bugged the shit out of him. She took a long drink from Barney's glass and refilled it.
Barney was still lying on his back staring at the ceiling, trying to focus on something, anything. He had just witnessed his own wife let another man fuck her, and she had enjoyed it and made it big. Why did she have to come? He could understand letting Chet have her; he guessed it was expected, after all, he had fucked Marva, but why did she have to come? He felt terribly drunk and kind of sick.
Marva kneeled beside him and lifted his head. She put the glass to his lips. "Drink up, big jock, I know just how you feel. I felt the same way the first time I saw Chet screw another chick." She hadn't felt the same way, she had enjoyed watching Chet fuck another broad, but she figured it would make Barney feel better. "It's not so bad, you fucked me and I enjoyed it. Come on finish the drink." She held it up until it was empty. She let his head back down and came forward and kissed him, on the lips, on the cheek, on the ear. "I'm gonna do something for you, Barney," she whispered, "I'm gonna go down on you. I'm gonna suck your cock and make you come again, and I'm gonna suck all that nasty stuff out and swallow it."
Marva kissed along his chin, down his throat, over his chest, stopping to suck each nipple until it was hard, then she slid her wet lips down his belly.
Barney felt her hot breath at the base of his prick, but wasn't sure it was in her mouth until he started to swell. Her mouth was wet with spit and hot, very hot. His cock grew hard and long quickly. He had never been sucked before and her lips brought a sensation that was both new and startling to him. He was on the verge of passing out, but the terrific thrill surging in his cock kept him from going over the edge; he wanted to come first, come and spill his stuff into this gorgeous woman's eager mouth. His hands went down to hold her head tightly between his legs; he began to thrust into her sucking lips.
Leslie sat on the couch watching, her eyes wide with excitement. She could see Barney was enjoying it; she wondered if Marva felt anything. She was sure she would.
Chet grinned. His cock was still limp, but he knew it would grow again with Leslie's mouth around it.
Barney writhed on the floor. Marva had only his head in her mouth now and was sucking hard, her fist gripping his shaft tightly and pulling slowly up and down its length. As he got closer, she gripped it tighter, until she had it squeezed completely shut. He wanted to come, but she held it off, sucking harder and harder. He thought his guts were going to come out the end of his cock it hurt so good. A spasm shot through his belly and his ass came up off the floor. Marva slid her hand under him, found his ass hole, and pushed her finger in at the same moment she released her grip on his prick. His come shot out in a thick wad, covering her tongue. She sucked another jet out and swallowed. She had two fingers in her cunt, masturbating herself with long strokes, her thumb pressed hard against her clit. She continued to suck at Barney's drained cock while she jacked off, and still had it in her mouth all soft and shriveled when she came. She gave a little jerk each time her fingers drew a spasm of joy from her pussy and finally rolled onto her back, her hand still busy. She masturbated for a long time, bringing herself off over and over.
Barney lay on his back breathing hard, his cock drained of all life and his conscience drowned in booze. He was out cold.
"God, he's out like a light," Leslie said, "and when old Barney goes, he's gone for the night. How the hell will I get him home?"
Chet got to his feet and pulled on his pants. "I'll lug him over for you," he said, then looked at Marva spread-eagled on the floor. "You okay, sweets?"
"I'm fine, never been better. You go ahead. I've had it for tonight." She raised her knees and let them fall apart, Barney's milky come leaking slowly from her open pussy.
Leslie watched with surprise when Chet lifted her husky husband from the floor and slung him over his back. Barney's pants were still bunched at his knees and his bare ass mooned at the room. "It's pretty cold out, his ass will get cold." she giggled.
"That's his ass's problem," Chet said. "Come on, let's get him in bed."
She followed Chet across the two yards, into her house, and up the long flight of stairs. Chet was gasping for breath when he finally let Barney drop heavily onto his bed.
"Jesus, he's a heavy bastard," Chet said.
"I tried to warn you," Leslie answered. "Wait while I get his clothes off and get him tucked in."
"You ought to let the drunken bastard sleep in his clothes."
"I couldn't do that," Leslie said.
She pulled his shoes and socks off and then his pants. When she had him naked, Chet lifted him up while she turned back the covers. After he was under the covers, she came eagerly into Chet's arms.
"It was a wonderful evening," she said, after a long kiss.
"It's not over yet."
"No?"
"No. Did you watch what Marva did to your husband?"
"Yes, I watched."
"Now it's your turn."
"I've never . . . never sucked a cock before," she said.
"There's always a first time. And now's the time."
Chet unzipped his pants and took out his cock.
"I don't know if I can," she said, "besides you're not hard."
"That's the idea, baby . . . get me hard." Chet sat on the bed beside the sleeping Barney. "Come on. Leslie, suck it for me."
Leslie hesitated, knowing she wanted to. "I'll try," she said, and kneeled between his legs. She held it in her fingers for a moment, watched it swell slightly, leaned forward and after another hesitation, kissed it on the end. It made her tingle and she kissed it again, this time taking the tip and nipping it with her lips. His cock stiffened and pulsed up to meet her lips.
"It's so big I'll surely choke," she whispered, then quickly took the whole head in her mouth.
She sucked ardently, letting her salvia flow freely. He had a strong taste and she wasn't sure if it was a prick taste or a cunny taste, never having tasted either before. Probably cunty, she thought, cunty from her cunt. It thrilled her to have this cock in her mouth; it was a lewd act. Her body seemed covered with prickly heat and her pussy tingled with desire. She took more of his prick in her mouth.
"If you never went down on a guy before, honey, you're a born cocksucker," Chet said, holding the back of her head. "Shit, that feels good, baby. Keep sucking, make me come."
A shiver raced up her spine at the thought of him coming in her mouth. She wondered if she would gag, throw up, maybe. Chet was fucking her mouth now, holding her head steady with his hands, and he was calling her dirty names, accusing her of being far more experienced than she professed. She wondered if her snockered husband could hear, was sure he couldn't, yet almost hoped he could. His cock was very hard now, and she knew he was getting close. She pulled back, freeing herself from his hands and cock, and not because she didn't want his cum in her mouth; she did, but because she didn't want it to and so quickly. His cock swinging wetly in her face, she jumped to her feet.
"I want you to fuck me again, Chet," she cried loudly, and pulled her blouse open. It fell to the floor and was quickly followed by her brassiere. She stood with her tits bare - they were high and pointed and perfect, the nipples a dark reddish-brown and remarkably distended.
"God, what a set of tits," Chet gasped, "and look at your nipples."
Leslie looked down at herself and took the hard little knobs between her fingertips and thumbs and pulled. "Yes," she said, "they always stick out like that when I'm hot." She paused, rolling her nipples until they ached. "I'm hot, Chet, I want to be fucked."
She let her hands slide down her hips, pushing her skirt with them, until it fell at her ankles and she stood naked.
"Now take off your clothes, Chet," she said.
He quickly shed his clothing, and both naked, they climbed onto the bed beside Barney. Leslie spread out on her back, her legs wide apart, her cunt open and ready, her arms outstretched to him. He settled onto her body and she quickly found his prick and pushed it into her hole. She gasped when he slowly pushed in, her pussy opening up to take him in.
"God, that feels good, so good. Fuck me, Chet, fuck me long and hard."
She brought her knees up high, eager to have him all the way, and when he drove into her, she let her long legs slip lightly over his back. She started grunting, lifting her ass to meet him each time he thrust in. The sensation grew richer, stronger with each stroke until she felt her orgasm start. It was a hard, exciting climax, her nerves leaping with excitement. It totally consumed her, racing up her spine and down her legs to her toes. It was the hardest come she had ever experienced. When it started to subside, she let her legs fall free and arched herself to take and hold all of him deep in her saddle.
"Don't stop, honey, keep fucking," she gasped, her voice weak. "I came, came so hard, but I can make it again if you can last a while. I can feel it in there, feel it all, and it feels so good. Don't stop, not ever!"
Chet kept pumping, not fast, but easy, with long in and out strokes. He usually lasted a lot longer the second time around, but knew it wouldn't be tonight, not the way her cunt sucked at his prick when he drew out and then opened with a wet, slick sound when he pushed back in. She was one hot fuck, far better than he had hoped. Extremely beautiful women were so often lousy fucks, so damn sure they were doing you a favor. Not Leslie, though, she was digging it to the hilt, giving every bit as much as she was getting, maybe more.
"Aw, shit, baby, I can't hold out very long," he cried.
"It's okay . . . honey, I'm close, too. Keep going, faster . . . uh, that's good, yeah, yeah, I can make it, let's come together, darling. I wanta come just when you start spurting inside me. Faster, honey, faster, I . . . I'm almost there . . . aw, shit, babeeeeee!"
Chet felt her legs over his back again and knew it was time. His balls went tight and that exquisite feeling surged up the length of his prick, pushing a thick, white wad of goo ahead. His gut lurched when the stuff spit out into her waiting pussy and he thrust hard, eager to fill her with his sperm.
"Awwwwwww, fuck!" Leslie shouted, twisting and turning under him. It was a slower orgasm than the first, deeper and more satisfying. She lifted her ass from the bed and hung in the air while he humped his stuff into her.
He finally went heavy on top of her, his weight pushing her back onto the bed. He lay like this, panting for air, while his prick slowly drained the last thin, watery strains of his manhood into her belly.
"Goddamn, that was good," Chet gasped.
Leslie didn't answer. She lay still moving her pelvis in a slow circular motion, drawing the wonderful sensation to the extreme limits. She felt dazed, almost faint, the throbbing thrill of coming still within the very marrow of her bones. It seemed to go on and on, the more she slithered under him, the more drugging the dying spasms became.
With her orgasm fading, her body numb with pleasure, she wished he was in her mouth, the milky stuff draining slowly down her gullet. She wondered what it would have tasted like if she had sucked him all the way, and knew that she would have to find out, knew that she would have liked it. She knew, too, that now she would need a lot of sex to be satisfied, a lot more than she had been getting.
"I almost came that time," he wheezed, gasping for air, laughing at his joke.
"I think I did," she said, her legs still over his back, holding his wilting prick in. "You'd better do it again to make sure."
"Aw, fuck . . . I wish I could," he said, his lungs burning with laughter. "You've fucked me out, lady, all the way out."
She finally let him slip free and bathed in her languor.
Chet let his feet drop off the bed to the floor. "I think I'll go home. It's late and I have to get up in the morning," he said.
Leslie lay on the bed and watched him dress. Afterwards can be almost as good as during, she thought, as a warm, soft glow closed in on her. She felt so serene, so calm, so satisfied, so completely wonderful.
"Light me a cigarette before you go, and do come again sometime," she said.
"I'll come again with you, anytime you want." he said, grinning.
"I'll take you up on that . . . soon."
After he left, she lay on her back and smoked the cigarette. She was surprised at how good she felt about the whole thing. Barney knew that Chet had fucked her, at least the first time, and would have qualms in the morning, forgetting his own part in the swap. She was sure of one thing, though, she was going to need more sex than good old Barney could give her.
Barney moaned softly and rolled onto his back. She saw his soft prick and reached out and took it in her hand. It was soft and pulpy; she had never held it when it was like that before. Fascinated, she started to slowly stroke it, wondering if she could get it hard with him out cold. It stirred in her hand and she wondered if she could make him come.
She masturbated him until he was almost all the way up, and then on impulse, shifted around on the bed and took his cock in her mouth. She sucked wetly at the knob, then slid down, taking his shaft inside, struggling to repress gagging. She was sure she could taste Marva's pussy on the thing and reveled in the perversity. When she was sure she had him cleaned all the way down, she backed off until she held only the fat knob. He was completely hard now, though still out cold, and lifting up to meet her sucking lips. She started stroking the shaft while she sucked, intent now on making him come. She decided she liked cock sucking, liked the taste, liked the act. It wouldn't make her come, but it certainly made her pussy flutter with excitement.
Barney was moaning now, lifting and twisting with his hips. She felt his cock stiffen even more and then actually felt the hot stuff come up through his shaft. Her heart was pounding when the thick goo spilled into her mouth. He stomach tumbled once at the thought, and then accepted the first wad of jizz as she swallowed. She kept pumping and sucking and swallowing until there was nothing left.
Leslie let his cock, going soft again, fall from her mouth and righted herself in the bed. Turning off the light, she decided that it was only right that she should taste her husband's seed first. She dozed off wondering what another man's stuff would taste like. Surely it would be different, Barney's was tasteless and flat.
Chapter Seven
The next morning Barney awakened with a terrible hangover. Leslie felt great, but she hadn't imbibed as heavily as Barney and she had thoroughly enjoyed what had happened; it was obvious that Barney hadn't. He spent the entire day moaning and complaining, never mentioning what had happened, almost as if not facing it made it never have happened.
"I'm glad the folks aren't coming today; I just couldn't take it, not the way I feel," he said over supper. Actually, he wasn't that fond of his parents and what he really couldn't stand was his father's bragging, and his mother's clucking sarcasm and her constant nagging.
"When will they be here?" Leslie asked.
"They'll arrive on Wednesday, what time I don't know."
Leslie's eyes rolled skyward. "How long are they staying?"
"Just a few days, and I'm sure I won't enjoy it any more than you. Dad wants to see the game Friday evening. He's an old jock, you know."
"Yes, I know, that's all he talks about. I really don't mind, though, I like your parents, Barney."
"Sure," he said sullenly.
"Probably better than you," she added.
"I don't want to talk about it," Barney said. He pushed his chair back from the table and got to his feet. "I feel like hell. I'm going to go and lie down."
***************
Barney was his old self the next morning and had just returned from a five mile jog when Leslie awakened. He peeled off his sweats and fell to the floor in his shorts and started doing push-ups. Leslie sighed and rolled onto her side.
She saw Mac Lancaster at the super market on Tuesday and was surprised at how friendly he was. Some of his remarks were a bit suggestive, too. He reminded her not to forget the party at his house after the football game on Friday. It was the first she had heard of it. Barney had made no mention of a party.
Ben and Grace Thorn arrived shortly after lunch on Wednesday. Grace gave Leslie a timid hug and Ben gave her a kiss on the cheek, a kiss that seemed to ask for more, although Ben had always been gentlemanly with her.
Ben was a big man, bigger than Barney, with a ruddy face and a heavy shock of reddish hair. At fifty-two he still was in excellent shape. Grace was small and rather severe looking, though pretty when she smiled, which wasn't that often. She was four years younger than Ben, but looked older.
After the suitcases, Ben brought in several bottles and a case of beer, saying, "I figured if I wanted anything to drink, I'd better bring it, knowing Barney."
"Really, Father Thorn, you needn't have bothered, we have liquor in the house. Would you like a drink?"
"Yes, I would like a drink, and call me Ben. Father Thorn makes me sound like a priest or something. I'll have a beer. Save the hard stuff until after dinner. I'll take you all out to dinner tonight."
"I already have a rib roast started," Leslie said.
"Sounds great, we'll go out tomorrow."
Ben sat in the kitchen drinking beer while Leslie prepared the dinner. Grace wandered through the house, looking things over. She finally came into the kitchen. "Mighty nice house Barney has provided for you," she said, sliding her fingers along the top of a cabinet to check for dust. She found none.
"Yes, I like it," Leslie said.
"School teachers couldn't afford places like this when Ben and I started out."
"Times have changed, Mother Thorn, Barney has a very good salary."
"Hmmmph," Mother Thorn said. "I'd like to freshen up before my son comes home. Could I take a bath?"
"Of course. The house is yours as long as you're here."
"Can I open you a beer?" Ben said after Grace had left.
"Barney doesn't like me to drink beer."
"I'm not surprised. Well, we won't tell him," Ben said, opened her a can, and handed it to her.
She took the beer and took a long drink. It tasted good. Ben finished half the case by the time Barney arrived from school. Leslie drank all three cans.
Grace was back and hugged Barney warmly. "It's been so long, Barney," she sighed. It had been just short of a year since they had been together. Ben shook hands with his son.
After dinner, Ben helped her clear the table while Ben and his mother went into the living room. Ben loaded the dishwasher expertly and turned it on. He had been dreading this trip, but now felt it might be enjoyable. Barney was still a moron, but Leslie had changed. She had been so shy and aloof the last time he had seen her; now she was gay and friendly, almost flirtatious. Maybe the three cans of beer had helped, he decided. At any rate, she was a fine specimen of a woman, and he wondered how Barney had been so lucky. She had the kind of beauty that usually scared a man off; Barney was probably too damn dumb to notice. Ben noticed.
After the kitchen was clean, Ben broke out a big bottle of wine and ceremoniously popped the cork. Leslie got the glasses. Both Grace and Barney registered disapproval, but allowed Ben to fill their glasses. The wine was delicious, a deep red semi-dry wine, and soon was gone. Ben produced another.
"Are you suitcases full of that stuff?" Barney snickered.
"Just might be, Barney my boy, just might be," Ben said.
By ten o'clock, Ben was loud and boisterous, Leslie was giggly and a little bit drunk, Barney was slow and heavy lidded, and Grace was stiff and prudish.
"You athletes are a bunch of pansies nowadays," Ben said loudly. "In my day, we were a hard drinking, hard fu . . ."
"Ben!" Grace screamed.
"We did a lot of wenching, too," he said, with a wink.
"You disgust me, Ben Thorn," Grace said.
"Have another glass of wine, Grace, my love," he said.
Grace got to her feet. "I'm going to bed. It was a long trip and I'm tired."
"Can I help you, Mother Thorn?" Leslie asked.
"No, thank you, dear. I can manage." She went over and kissed Barney softly on the cheek. "Goodnight, son," she said.
"G'night," he said.
Leslie got up and put some records on the stereo. She selected some slow, moody pieces, even though she knew soft music put Barney to sleep. His head was already nodding from the wine.
"Boy, this wine really makes a fellow sleepy," Barney said.
"You're just not used to it, my boy," Ben said. "It's all gone, anyway."
"Would you like something a bit stronger?" Leslie said.
"You bet," Ben said.
Leslie returned from the kitchen with three drinks. Barney feebly protested when she handed him one, but drank deeply.
"Why don't you have a bar in here, son? Save going all the way to the kitchen," Ben said.
"We don't need a bar. We aren't drunks, Dad," Barney said. Barney's glass was already empty and he put it on the floor beside his chair, his head going back, his eyes closed.
"I think your husband is getting intoxicated, Leslie. Does he drink often?" Ben asked.
"Hardly ever, Ben."
"I'll bet he gets drunk easily."
"Very easily. And he passes out easily, too. In fact, I think he's about there."
Barney opened his eyes. Everything looked hazy. He could hear their voices, but couldn't quite understand what they were saying. It was almost as if he were dreaming, one of those far away dreams that never quite made sense.
"Look at his eyes," Leslie giggled. "He's smashed."
"That's good music, Leslie. Do you like to dance?"
"Love to, but Barney rarely dances."
"I do, or did. Don't much anymore."
Leslie jumped to her feet and held out her hand. "Dance with me, Ben," she said.
His arms went around her and they glided across the floor. He was surprisingly smooth for such a big guy. She closed her eyes and snuggled against him, pressing her belly and tits tightly close.
Leslie felt drunkenly foolish. She knew what she was doing, yet didn't seem to care. She felt lightheaded and happy, free and totally uninhibited, and she felt sensuous, terribly sensuous. This big, coarse man excited her, all the more so being her father-in-law. She shivered. Forbidden fruit!
Ben Thorn had a big cock to match the rest of him, and it was already semi-hard. Leslie could feel it against her thigh, high on her thigh near her cunt, and it thrilled her, sending hot little prickles racing up her spine.
All of a sudden Ben felt drunk, too; drunk and uncaring. His blood was running hot, this little minx, his son's gorgeous wife was turning him on, deliberately making him hot for her. They were behind the chair where Barney sat and Ben reached down and cupped her elegant ass cheeks in his hands and pulled her crotch tight against his. She moaned, grinding against him.
"Kiss me, Ben," she whispered, turning her face up to his.
It had been a while since Ben had had a woman, almost a month. A friend of his had been having wife troubles and he had agreed to play John Alden and had ended up fucking the woman. She was a wild little minx and Ben thought he might have a regular piece, but the couple went back together the next day, his friend forever grateful to Ben for patching things up. Grace wasn't interested in sex anymore so he was without again.
He kissed Leslie hard on the mouth, his lips grinding against hers. He gripped her buns tightly, pulling her mound roughly against his hard cock.
"God, I like that," she gasped into his mouth, "do it some more."
While they kissed, he lifted her skirt until he could get his hands underneath, then slid them up her thighs to her ass. God, she wasn't wearing panties. His fingers groped between her legs and they came open for him. She had both arms around his neck and her lips held to his, her tongue deep in his mouth, while he felt her pussy.
Barney groaned and they jerked apart. Leslie looked guiltily at her husband, but he sat motionless. Ben went over to the chair.
"Let's see if he is playing possum," he said, and lifted first one lid with his fingers and then the other. "He's out, Leslie, out like a light."
Ben sat heavily in a chair, his nerves still jingling. Leslie came over and sat on his lap. She slipped one arm around his neck and dropped a hand to his lap. "You're soft," she cried.
"Barney scared me. I thought he had come to and would see us."
"When Barney passes out, he is out for the evening."
She deftly unzipped his pants and slid her hand inside. "Do you think I can make it hard again?" she teased, sliding her fist around his cock.
"God, Leslie, I never dreamed," Ben gasped.
"You're not dreaming, Ben," she said. "Is there any chance Grace will come down?"
"No. Wine always puts her to sleep, too."
She pulled his cock from his open fly. She held it tightly and watched it throb to hardness in her hand. "Oh, God, Ben, it's so big," she gasped. It was the biggest cock she had ever seen - bigger than Barney's, even bigger than Chet's.
Ben sat unmoving, still unable to believe what was happening. He looked first at her beautiful face and then down to her hand. He watched her hand move slowly up and down on his cock, watched it pull the thick skin down and then back up. "God, you do that magnificently, you hot little cunt," he cried.
Barney's eyes came open. They were cloudy, the image blurred, but he could plainly see his wife masturbating his father. He heard the words, "you hot little cunt." He was having a bad dream, a nightmare, and wished he would wake up. He didn't like the dream, it was ugly, frightening, yet his cock swelled inside his pants. He tried to move, but couldn't.
Leslie slid off Ben's lap to the floor at his feet. "Oh, Ben, Ben, it's so beautiful," she said, holding it lightly in her hand. She let her hand slide downward until it was in the hair bunched in his open fly, then slowly pulled the skin down with her fingers until it popped free of the glans revealing the hot red bulb in all its beauty. A large drop of clear fluid burst from the gaping hole. "Oh, Jesus, Ben, honey, I . . . can't resist it, I'm ashamed, but I can't," she gasped and quickly leaned forward and kissed the end of his cock, her lips pursing and sucking to draw the salty brine into her mouth. Her taste buds tingled with the salt-rich taste and she lifted her head, her eyes darting to his. "Don't hate me," she said, and took the head of his cock into her mouth.
"Hate you? I adore you," Ben answered. "Suck it, Leslie, suck it good."
Barney watched through clouded slits, paralyzed, unable to move, his whole body tingling with lewd excitement. Asleep, dreaming; God, what a dream!
Leslie sucked contentedly on Ben's glans, so big she could get little more than the head in her mouth. She couldn't have imagined that it could be so pleasurable to suck on a man's cock; it excited her, thrilled her, sent tiny needles of joy racing from her wet pussy.
Ben's hands hung limply on each side of the chair, afraid to touch her for fear she would stop. It was magnificent, the itch in his balls reaching a frenzy. A woman's mouth had been on his cock before, but it was a long time ago and he couldn't imagine that it had felt this good.
Barney's cock was bone hard and had somehow gotten pushed up. It was the most erotic dream he had ever had. It was thoroughly disgusting and at the same time it was the most exciting thing he had ever imagined. His cock was throbbing now, almost masturbating itself.
Leslie wrapped her hand around Ben's shaft. She sucked while her hand started moving. She masturbated him until he was grunting. Then she stopped, squeezed tightly, then started again. She knew he was on the verge of coming before he said a word, and she wanted it, wanted his slime to fill her mouth and slide down her throat. Yes, she wanted to feel his discharge at the back of her mouth, wanted to taste the glutinous stuff spread over her tongue and creep sordidly to every nook and cranny of her sucking mouth.
Ben arched his back, his mouth open, and felt the wild rush start in his nuts. "Christ, Leslie, I'm going to come," he bellowed. "Suck it, honey, suck it all out . . . oh, Jesus, that is good!" The stuff was spurting wildly, shot after shot discharging into her mouth.
Leslie swallowed and sucked, the stuff was thick and slippery.
Barney felt a hot, exquisite sensation, more glorious than anything he had ever felt before, and knew he was coming, too. He wanted to stop it, to wake up and end this horrible nightmare, but, God, it felt so good. He hadn't had a wet dream since he was a child and had forgotten how intense the sensation was. It was the strongest orgasm a man could have. He relaxed, knowing he was coming at the same time his father was in his dream. He felt the hot wetness spread in his shorts and groaned with intense pleasure, his cock spurting freely, completely.
Leslie heard the groan and jerked frantically free from her climaxing father-in-law. Ben too, stiffened and felt the sudden fear of discovery. They both stared at Barney who was sleeping like a baby, a wide smile on his lips. They looked at each other and sighed with relief.
Leslie got to her feet. "Help me get him to bed," she said.
"Why not let him sleep where he's at?" Ben said.
"I can't do that, he'd get a stiff neck. Besides, then we couldn't be alone and you could fuck me silly . . . if you want."
Ben grinned. He wasn't sure how soon he could get it up again, but he wanted to fuck her, that he knew. "Let's get him to bed."
They got him up the stairs and into his bedroom. This is getting to be a habit, she thought as they flopped him onto the bed. "You go downstairs and wait for me while I get him undressed," she said.
"You treat him like a baby."
"He is my baby," she said. "Make us a drink. I won't be long."
She unbuttoned his shirt and undid his belt, then unzipped his pants and reached inside to feel his cock. She grimaced and withdrew her hand. It was wet and sticky.
"You naughty boy," she cried, "you came in your pants. Were you peeking while I sucked your daddy's cock? Are you awake, Barney? Barney!" There was no response. She smiled, again relieved, but drunk enough and turned on enough not to really care. It excited her that Barney might know. "You, darling, you somehow knew and enjoyed it, too. I do love you, Barney . . . here, I'll show you." She pushed down his trousers and got his limp, sticky cock in her hand. "See," she said, and took the messy thing into her mouth. She sucked it clean, drawing a little thin, watery soup from the limber stem. She raised up and looked at him. His eyes were closed, he was smiling. "Do you want me to suck it some more?" she said, and stretched out on the bed beside him. He was hard again. "Oooooh," she said softly, and sucked him in.
She sucked hungrily on his prick, both surprised and pleased that he was hard. It didn't take long. He jerked and grunted softly and filled her mouth with hot, sticky goo. She sucked him dry, a real yearning for the stuff now. It was so good to have it in her mouth, to taste it, to feel it slide down her throat. She finished undressing him and got him under the covers.
"I have to leave you now, darling, your daddy is going to fuck me," she said. "His cock is so big and I want it so much. Sleep tight, sweetheart, I love you."
When she got back downstairs, Ben was waiting on the couch. "What took you so long? I'm on my second drink," he said.
"I'm worth waiting for," she said, took a long pull from her drink and put it on the coffee table. She nestled onto the couch beside him. "Are you sure Grace won't come down?"
"Yeah, I looked in on her and she was fast asleep."
She put her arms around his neck and kissed him hard on the mouth. "God, Ben, I'm so hot for you. Let's get our clothes off and do it right here on the couch."
"What's the rush? We've got all night," he said, not sure he could get it up yet.
"I need it, honey, need it now. Goddamn, I've really got the hots."
She had him unzipped again and pushed her hand inside his pants. "You're soft, Ben," she squealed, "I want you hard."
"Give it a little time, honey, it'll get hard again."
She wanted to tell him that Barney got hard twice, but she didn't.
"The young are so impatient," he said. "Just don't rush it, honey. I'll make it good for you, I promise. Let's get you undressed, that'll help stimulate me."
He undressed her slowly, his eyes feasting on each new area of her naked flesh. When he had her completely stripped he pushed her back on the couch and stepped back. "Exquisite," he gasped, "so smooth, so perfect." He fell to his knees beside the couch and started kissing her, her mouth first, then her chin and neck. He stopped at her nipples, sucking at each until they were hard and erect. He worked deliberately then, paying wet attention to both armpits, her sides, her belly, the top of the thick crown of hair at the bottom of her belly. Her legs opened easily when his mouth approached the fat lips nestled snugly between her thighs. She moaned softly, her hands lovingly caressing the back of his neck when his mouth closed over her wet pussy.
"Yes, yes," she sighed, feeling his coarse tongue push up into her cunt. She writhed under his sucking mouth, her hands holding his head in tight now. "Good, good . . . it's so good," she sobbed, "but I want you inside me. Please, Ben, fuck me, now, I need it so."
Ben's cock was only half hard, but he knew once it was in her cunt it would harden like a ball bat. He got to his feet, looking first at the door, wondering what the consequences would be if one of the people upstairs came down. Then he just didn't care anymore; he had to feel her body against his, skin against skin, it was absolutely necessary, such an opportunity might never come again. His clothing fell to the floor and he was on top of her.
"Ben, Ben, darling . . ." she gasped, her hand finding his cock, and pressing it between her open legs. "Fuck me, Ben,"
Her cunt was a soppy mess, soaked with his spit and her juices, and his fat knob spread open the lips. Leslie grunted with pleasure and lifted up, pushing hard against his thrusting cock. He went in deeper, first an inch, then two.
"Oh, goddamn, Ben, that feels good, You're so big, so fucking big. I feel . . . feel so full, so full of cock. Yeah . . . yeah . . . do it, honey, fuck me . . . awwwwww, shit, so good, good, good!"
Ben was in all the way now, he could feel her soft hair crushing against his own coarse mane. It was marvelous, absolutely marvelous. She was so tight, yet took him with such ease; her cunt was made to be fucked. His cock was swollen. It was not as hard as a young man's but it was long and exceedingly fat, like a huge sausage stuffed into a wet mass of unyielding dough. He could feel her tight cunt contracting on his tool, the entrance to her womb sucking at the wide open, leaking split that would all too quickly fill her hungry gut with its rich cream.
"Aw, shit, Ben, fuck me, fill me with your cock, you rough bastard! Yeah, make me feel like a woman, a real woman. This is what it's all about, the way it's supposed to be . . . a man and a woman hooked together, his prong all the way in, fucking, fucking hard . . . yeah, yeah, yeah, I like it, I love it, fuck me, Ben!"
She was sobbing, cursing wildly, her knees up high to form a perfect vee. She arched toward him each time he lunged in. She sobbed and pulled back each time he partially withdrew. Her cunt held him tight, pulling without mercy each time he tried to escape.
Ben couldn't remember his cock being this hard in a long, long time. She was the fuck he had been waiting for all his life. He was glad she had sucked him off earlier or he would have shot off long ago, and was surprisingly close now. Her pussy was unmatched by anything his cock had ever felt. "Jesus," he gasped, "marvelous, absolutely marvelous!"
Leslie's orgasm was closing in on her with a wild ferocity even she couldn't believe. She lifted her legs high and let them fall over his back, clamping tightly just above his ass. She held him just as tightly with her arms, her mouth searching for his, his coarse day's growth of beard harsh against her soft lips. She was going to come, come like she was sure she never had before. A big cock was better, lots better, and if it came in a forbidden fashion - well, made it even better yet.
"I . . . I'm going to come!" she shrieked, "don't stop, don't ever stop." She bucked wildly under him, the orgasm searing into her ready belly. "Shoot off now, Ben, come inside me, I want to know you're coming, know you're putting your stuff in there where it belongs."
Ben didn't need to be coaxed, his load was already on the way. He grunted, cursing her roughly, while his huge cock spilled charge after charge of hot milk into her belly. "You whore, you dirty little whore," he gasped, knowing that nothing would ever feel this good again.
"Yes, Ben, I could be a whore, your whore. I'm yours, honey, you can have me any time you want me for as long as you want me. Oh, Ben it was good, so good, perfect. I've never experienced anything so perfect before." She was still lifting herself against him, her cunt sucking hard on his huge cock.
"Yes, Leslie, perfect," he cried, gulping.
They lay together on the couch for over an hour before each retired upstairs to the proper bed.
Chapter Eight
Barney again awakened with a terrible hangover. He was sicker even than he had been the weekend before, if that was possible, but he had to go to school, so he forced himself from bed. He swore then and there that his drinking days were over.
He was sipping hot coffee when Leslie came into the kitchen. She was wearing a lacy little robe that clearly revealed that she wore nothing underneath. Her nipples stood out clearly and her thick patch of pubic bush was is dark relief against the sheer garment.
"You'd better get something on under that before Mom and Dad come down, Leslie," he snapped, then winced at the pain caused in his head. "They just wouldn't understand. Besides, it's lewd of you to come down like that, even if it's just me."
"Okay," Leslie said, and poured herself a cup of coffee. She didn't feel so fucking good herself.
It both aroused and annoyed him to see her display herself like this. She seemed so . . . so different lately. He thought about telling her of the horrible dream he'd had, a dream where she had sucked his father's cock, but decided against it. She would be too shocked, she wouldn't understand how he could even imagine such a gross thing. No, and he wouldn't tell her that it had aroused him so that he had actually had an orgasm, had a wet dream at his age. It was disgusting. He got up from the table and pressed down the bulge in his pants. Christ, he had a hard-on.
Thursday was a slow and torturous day. Leslie wanted another go with Ben and so did he, she could see it in his eyes even if he did avoid looking directly at her, but Grace wouldn't leave them alone for a minute. She was like Leslie's shadow, constantly suggesting, and criticizing. When she tired of that, she would start nagging at Ben. She was a typical mother-in-law. It helped when Barney got home; he took the old lady's heat off Leslie, but he was unusually morose, worrying about tomorrow's game. Leslie and Ben had a couple of cocktails and Grace had a small glass of wine, but Barney refused to drink anything and hustled them all into bed early.
The next day proved no better. Leslie called the Lancasters late in the afternoon to decline the party invitation, but Winnie insisted they come and bring Barney's people along. She accepted knowing Barney didn't really want to go.
They went to the stadium early and got good seats. The game went badly and Leslie could see Barney pacing in front of the bench pulling savagely at his chin like he always did when he was losing. Grace left at halftime to sit in the car; it was too cold and she had a splitting headache. Ben shrugged and let her leave by herself; it had obviously happened many times before.
"Thank God, she's gone," Ben said. He sat staring at the band prancing on the field for several minutes, then said, "I've wanted to be alone with you every second of the last two days."
"Me, too," Leslie said. She grinned. "We still haven't quite made it, Ben. There's almost eight thousand people around us."
"Yeah, I noticed," He grinned back and pressed his thick leg against hers. "I sure could use a drink," he said.
Leslie dug in her big shoulder bag and produced a silver flask. "Be my guest," she said, and handed it to him.
"Leslie, darling, you're priceless," he answered, and unscrewed the cap. He handed it back to her. "Ladies first."
Leslie tipped up the flask and took a big swallow. It was good whisky, but still burned hotly all the way down. It rolled like liquid fire in her belly and she had to suck in a mouthful of crisp, cold air. She took another swallow and handed it back to Ben. "Goddamn, that really hits the spot," she gasped.
Ben took a long, long pull, his eyes watering a wee bit at the sharp bite. "Yeah," he said, wiping his lips with his tongue.
The second half started and went as badly as the first. Leslie took the blanket they were sitting on and threw it over their laps. "It's getting cold," she explained. "Let's have another snort from that bottle."
She shook the flask to test its contents. It was over half gone. She tipped it up and let the amber liquid flood her mouth. She swallowed slowly, carefully gauging the contents. When she decided she'd had her share, she handed it to Ben. "That's fine goddamn stuff," she said.
With his head tipped back, Ben felt her hand on his cock. He emptied the bottle and by the time it hit his stomach she had his fly open. He grinned breathing through his mouth when her hand slipped inside. He was already hard.
"You get hard fast," Leslie whispered.
"I always do when a beautiful lady plays with my cock under a blanket at a football game," he replied.
Leslie smiled and pretended to be watching the game while she slowly stroked his pecker. She rolled the foreskin down, palming the big uncircumcised head, careful not to move her arm. People just wouldn't understand. "I wish we had some more whisky - I'm just beginning to feel good."
She played with his cock until she felt the salty ooze leaking in her hand. She quickly withdrew her hand and zipped him up.
"Why stop now?" Ben asked.
"I don't want you to come, not yet. Besides, I was just checking to see if it is as big as I remember."
"Is it?"
"Bigger. It's made me terribly excited, Ben."
"Can't we skip that goddamn party tonight?"
"No, it's the only chance we have of getting together."
"You mean we get Barney loaded again tonight?"
"I don't think he'll touch the stuff. He's sworn off, and after losing tonight he'll want to do nothing but sit around and sulk."
"He hasn't lost yet."
"No, but he's going to."
Center High lost. While Ben folded the blanket, she watched Barney trudge slowly down the sidelines toward the locker room. She felt sorry for him, to Barney the game was everything. They left the stadium surrounded by quiet, disappointed fans. When they reached the parking lot, Leslie slipped her hand into Ben's.
"Well, you can't win `em all," she said. "Let's go to the party and have fun."
Two cars from their own, they stopped and kissed, Leslie standing on her toes, her arms tight around Ben's neck. She tasted delicious, her soft, warm lips moist and slightly open, her breath thick with the smell of whiskey. Her slippery tongue descended deep into his mouth.
"God, Ben, I want you to fuck me again," she whispered almost inaudibly.
Grace was sitting in the back seat of the car feigning sleep. "Hi, love," Ben said, sliding in behind the wheel. Leslie got in beside him. She turned and looked at her pouting mother-in-law.
"How do you feel, Mother Thorn?" she said.
"I feel like hell," she snapped.
"Once we're out of this mash of cars, you'll have to give me directions," Ben said.
"I want to go home," Grace said.
"We should at least make an appearance, Grace. After Barney gets there we'll take you home."
Leslie smiled. She knew Ben wouldn't want to go home once he started having fun. He would have fun, too, at the Lancaster's. She suspected they were swingers, Mac had hinted at it at the store the other day. She wasn't sure she wanted to compete with Winnie Lancaster and her huge tits and big brown bedroom eyes, still, it might be fun, she knew she was younger and far prettier than Winnie.
The booze was flowing when they arrived. Winnie met them at the door, a glass in her hand. She wore a tight blouse and a skirt too short for her full hips and legs. Leslie noticed Ben wet his lips with his tongue when he saw her.
Inside, everyone was standing around talking; there was music, but no one was dancing. Mac came over and Leslie introduced him to Grace and Ben. "What's everyone drinking?" Mac asked.
"Whisky's fine," Ben said.
"Me too," Leslie said.
"I really don't feel well," Grace said. "Perhaps I'll have a small glass of sherry."
When Mac returned with the drinks, Leslie looked around and said, "Kind of a dead party, Mac."
"Yeah, big loss tonight, everybody is disappointed."
"You don't seem too put out."
"Aw, hell, Leslie, it's just a game. You can't win `em all."
"Don't let Barney hear you say that."
It was over an hour before Barney showed up. He quickly refused anything to drink and stated that he really wasn't in a party mood. "We really should be going on home. Mother isn't feeling well," be said.
"I'm just beginning to enjoy myself, Barney. I don't want to go home yet," Leslie said.
"I guess I could take Mom home and come back for you, or Dad . . ." He looked around the room. "Where is Dad?"
"He's in the rec room shooting pool."
"I should have guessed. He was always off shooting pool of pitching horseshoes or some such thing when mother wasn't well. I'll take Mom on home, Dad can bring you home. We're here in two cars, anyway." He remembered his dream and hesitated, then realized how foolish he would look if he wouldn't let his wife ride home with his own father. "Don't stay too late," he said.
Leslie watched Barney go to his mother before going across to the bar. Winnie was behind the bar washing some glasses. "I'll get my own," Leslie said, reaching for the bourbon. She noticed that Winnie had lost her brassiere somewhere. Her nipples were like hard little cherries against her blouse. "Where's Danny and Vera tonight?"
"Dan declined our invitation, said Vera was getting too close to her time," Winnie said.
"She looks like a watermelon about to pop," Leslie giggled. "Is Ben still shooting pool? I haven't seen him since we got here."
"He's beating Mac now. He's beaten everyone else that will play. Boy, he sure can hold a lot of booze. I'm going to play him next - maybe he's drunk enough to beat."
"Don't bet on it, Winnie. Send Mac up so I'll have someone to talk to, there's nobody left in here."
"There's a few in dancing, but most of them have gone and it's not even midnight. Not a good party night, I guess."
"I think I'll get drunk," Leslie said.
"Good idea. I'll send Mac up, he'd like to get drunk with you."
Ben was just racking up the balls when Winnie came in. "It's your turn," he said, "wanna break?"
"Sure," Winnie answered, and picked up a cue.
Ben watched her run four balls down before she missed. "You're pretty good," he said.
"I could do better if you didn't stare at me like that."
"Actually, I'm tired of playing pool. Why don't I just watch while you shoot."
"The question if what are you going to be watching?" She knew he was looking at her tits so she stood up straight and pushed out her boobs, the nipples hard as marbles.
"Aw, hell, lady, let's not beat around the bush, let's find a nice soft bed and crawl in." He was grinning in case she took offense.
"I thought you'd never ask," Winnie said, and put the cue down on the table. She came around and took his hand. "The nearest bed is right upstairs. Let's go."
Mac found Leslie sitting on the couch by herself. He sat down beside her. "What are you doing here all alone, Leslie?"
"Lousy party. I'm getting drunk." She was already pretty far along. "Ben an' Winnie shootin' pool?"
"They were when I left. I think Winnie would like to get your father-in-law in the sack."
Leslie looked away from Mac, surprised that he would be so blunt about it. She was a little jealous, too. They were probably already in bed, Winnie getting that big cock instead of her.
"I should have gone home with Barney," she said.
"Oh, did Barney leave?"
"Yeah, took his whining old lady home. I need another drink."
Mac stood up and lifted her to her feet. "Let's dance first, then you can have another drink."
"Don't want to dance," she said, turning to face him. "I want to fuck."
Mac swallowed hard. He couldn't believe what he'd heard.
"What did you say?" Mac said.
"I said, I want to fuck. I want to fuck you, Mac, fuck you right now, here on the couch."
"Let's go upstairs, there's still some people dancing in the next room."
"No! I want to do it right here, right now," Leslie said. She pushed down her slacks and panties in one motion and stepped free. The hair on her cunt was darker than the hair on her head, forming a perfect inverted triangle of soft, curly down. She quickly stretched out on the couch, her legs open. "Fuck me, Mac!"
Mac gasped, his cock thick and hard in his pants. Against his better judgment, he opened his pants and pushed them down to his knees. Maybe he would come quick, maybe no one would come in, maybe he didn't give a shit. He'd wanted to fuck Leslie Thorn since the first moment he laid eyes on her. He quickly straddled her and fitted his cock to her cunt.
Leslie had her eyes open and until his cock wedged into her pussy had no idea how large he was. She gasped her eyes popping open, and opened her legs wider to accommodate him. "Oh, Jesus, Mac, you're big!" she cried.
Mac was already halfway in, and pushed for bottom. She had a great pussy, snug as hell and still big enough to take him as fast as he pushed in. Her hungry snatch ate his cock until she had it all. "Aw, Leslie," he gasped, pumping recklessly into her.
"Fuck hard, Mac, feels so good, feels so fucking good," Leslie cried, her legs up off the couch, slowly locking across his broad back.
Mac would have bet that the slim, leggy, ash blond couldn't take it all, yet he was buried to the hilt, his fat cock stuffed all the way, and she was hunching for more. It was a marvelous feeling, too marvelous to last very long.
"Goddamn, Les, feels so good," he gasped. "Can't last long, not like this. Gonna come too goddamn quick."
"Don't stop, honey, keep fucking," Leslie hissed. "Is good, good, good! I'm close, too . . . keep fucking, wanna feel you come, wanna be good for you."
Leslie didn't know why, but she wanted him to come quick even if she didn't make it herself. It was suddenly important that she please him, stimulate him beyond his self control. She felt it was her role to make him feel good. "Are you almost there, Mac, is it good, do I feel good to you?"
"God, yes, it's marvelous. I'm . . . so close . . . I don't think I can hold out."
"Don't hold back, honey . . . go ahead and come, I want to feel you shiver and come inside me. I want to make you come, honey, my cunt loves you, I love you . . . ooooh, Mac, darling, Mac, fill my pussy!" Her legs had fallen off his back, her back was arched to keep his cock deep, she lurched under him. "Fuck me, Mac, darling, fuck me. Your cock is so good, so big, so much bigger than Barney's. It fills me so, feels so good. Awwww, Mac, Honeeeeee!"
"Shit, baby, I'm coming," Mac yelled.
Leslie felt his cock swell, and started to come herself. She squealed with pleasure, her feet flat on the couch lifting her crotch up against him. She grunted, a spasm of pleasure filling her cunt each time his cock spurted. It was good, so good, Barney had never made her feel like this. A little infidelity had to be good . . . good for her, good for Barney. She would be a better wife for it. She loved it, craved it, needed it. Her legs went back around him, holding him in tight. She wanted it to go on and on, but it didn't and as it cooled, she found the only fault with fucking; it didn't last long enough.
"Was it good, Mac? Did you enjoy me?" Leslie sighed.
"Yes," Mac said. "Yes, to both questions."
Upstairs, Ben was still on top of Winnie, his cock still buried in her pussy. She was breathing hard, her legs wide apart. The old man had been good, surprisingly good. He had a nice big cock and staying power. She had come three times, each time hard and fulfilling.
When they got to the bedroom and she found him only half hard, a bit nervous, and a lot drunk. She stripped off her clothes, then his, and proceeded to masturbate him to full erection. They lay naked on the bed and she took his cock between her big tits, masturbating him slowly, careful not to bring him off. She licked the end of his cock and then spread his pee hole and inserted first one hard nipple and then the other.
"God, I never had that done to me before," Ben groaned.
"Do you like it?" Winnie asked, probing her nipple hard into the gaping hole.
"I love it, I'd like to come like this."
"I've let a guy or two come like this," she said, stroking his prick with her hand while holding her nipple in his cock hole. She masturbated Mac like this almost daily during her period. It thrilled her to feel the come spurt out around her turgid nipple. "But I'm not going to finish you like this, lover, I want that big thing inside me."
She rolled away from him and then lay on her back with her full thighs open and inviting. "Kiss it, Big Ben, kiss it all over and then fuck me," she moaned.
Ben brought his face between her legs and closed his mouth over her cunt. It smelled strong and it was soaking wet. Her pussy leaked the good juices in large amounts and he drank them from her cunt. She held his face tightly, rolling her hips, gasps of pleasure escaping her lips. She had come once when he arched his body over her. She moaned softly, her head moving rapidly from side to side as his thick penis opened her up and moved in.
They fucked for a long time, his cock deep inside her cunt, her voluptuous body wrapped around him like a blanket. She came again shortly after he entered and then again while his cock was spewing its stuff in thick, hot wads.
"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.
That afternoon after they had gone, Barney sighed and said, "It was nice to have them, but it feels good to have the house to ourselves again."
"Yes," Leslie answered, "it gets tiresome having someone around the house all the time. I'm tired, let's go to bed early tonight."
Chapter Nine
After Bud and Grace left, the house seemed quiet and subdued. Ben was a big, boisterous, hard-drinking man, Barney just the opposite, and Leslie missed the excitement his presence generated. In the month that followed she met Mac Lancaster twice at a little motel at the edge of town. He was a masterful lover and never failed to excite her thoroughly. She spent one afternoon with Chet Putnam, the next door neighbor. He was completely perverted and brought all her whorish instincts to full flower. She even, against all her better instincts, let one of Barney's young footballers ball her. The boy came by one Saturday afternoon to see Barney, who was gone, and it just happened - or so Leslie told herself - actually she engineered the thing from start to finish. It was probably the most exciting thing she had ever experienced because it was so forbidden and dangerous. The boy was so nervous and inept, and his thick cock so excruciatingly hard. Leslie swore it must never happen again. The football season was over, though, and Barney was home more, and he was less tense; he was like any other husband again.
Preparations for the annual faculty Christmas party were in full swing. Leslie was on the committee as a teacher's wife and after an afternoon meeting met Winnie Lancaster on the school steps. It was cold and starting to snow.
"Hi, Leslie," Winnie said.
"Hi, Winnie. Geez, it's sure getting cold."
"I don't have any more classes today, why not stop at my place for a drink? Sort of a warm-up on the way."
Leslie hesitated, looking at her watch.
"It's early, Les, only three, and it's right on your way."
"Okay, why not?" Leslie said. She really didn't know this bouncy, sexy woman very well, maybe it was time to get better acquainted.
She pulled up in the driveway behind Winnie and got out of the car. It was damn cold, and the wind was starting to blow, a nice stiff drink would be welcome.
The drinks were strong, and both women finished them quickly. Winnie made two more. By the third, Leslie was feeling mellow and warm inside, even a little drunk. She found she enjoyed Winnie.
Winnie jumped to her feet and started unbuttoning her blouse. "I hope you don't mind, Leslie, but I have to get free of this goddamn brassiere. It's killing me." She got her blouse open and reached behind her back, sighing deeply when the garment came loose. "Ah, that's so fucking much better," she said. "I think I'll get it all the way off." She took off her blouse and then removed her bra. Her tits were huge, the nipples big and darkly circled. She put her blouse back on, but didn't bother to button it up. She sat down and picked up her drink. "I could get drunk if I don't watch out," she said.
"Yeah, me too," Leslie said, "I feel pretty loose already. I feel so good, I think I'll tell you something I haven't told a single soul. I think I'm pregnant."
"Really?" Winnie cried. With a harsh laugh she continued, "Who's is it?"
Leslie blushed, realizing that Winnie knew she was less than a faithful wife. That goddamn Mac was a blabber mouth, and apparently Winnie didn't care if her husband slept around.
"Why . . . Barney's, of course," Leslie said.
"Are you sure?" Winnie kind of giggled, her big boobs bouncing loose inside her open blouse.
"Damn right, I'm sure," Leslie snapped.
"Say, that father-in-law of yours is quite a stud," Winnie said, taking a sip from her drink.
Without thinking, Leslie answered, "Yes, he sure is."
Winnie laughed, her eyes twinkling. "He fucked you, too, huh?"
Leslie blushed again, felt foolish for blushing, then angry. "You undoubtedly knew it. He probably told you the night he screwed you."
"No, he didn't tell me, I just guessed. I didn't mean to make you angry."
"It's okay, I'm not mad. Mac probably told you, though; I foolishly confided in him."
"Yes, he told me; he tells me everything. When you're as deep into swapping as we are it's best to tell each other."
"I suppose so, but I don't think I care for swapping."
"What's the matter with it? Think it's wrong? Guilty conscience?"
"Not really, Winnie, but swapping to me is when both partners trade each other with other couples, and Barney just doesn't approve. We tried it once and it made him very unhappy. Besides, Barney inhibits me when he's present and I find it more exciting to cheat on him. It stimulates me."
"That's interesting to hear, because I find it more exciting when Mac doesn't know, even if I know I'll probably tell him later. Have you ever made love with another woman?"
"No, of course not. I'm not queer, Winnie."
"Neither am I, but it can be fun." Winnie pulled her blouse open. "Wouldn't you like to suck another woman's breasts, say mine?"
"No," Leslie said.
"I'd like to kiss and suck yours, make them come hard and alive. Doesn't the idea turn you on a little?"
"Well, I'm turned on a little, I'll admit, but it's from our conversation about men." Leslie was pink in the cheeks again.
Winnie got to her feet and went over to Leslie's chair. "We could have a little fun," she said, sitting on the arm of the chair and kissing Leslie on the lips.
"This is silly, Winnie, I'm not at all interested," Leslie said.
Winnie kissed her again, her tongue in play, and reached under Leslie's sweater. With little effort she pushed Leslie's tiny net bra up and felt her tits. Leslie sat stiffly, unmoving while her nipples rose to hard points under Winnie's fingers.
"Oh, God, Les, your tits are wonderful. Let me see them." She started unbuttoning Leslie's sweater, pulling it wide when she freed the last button.
"Winnie, Winnie, this is so silly. We shouldn't," Leslie said.
"Gorgeous, gorgeous," Winnie gasped. She slid from the arm to the floor in front of Leslie, her mouth quickly finding an already hard nipple. "They'll be so wonderful after they fill with milk," she blubbered.
Leslie was astonished, first at Winnie Lancaster, second at her own reaction. She felt terribly stimulated. Her legs were open and Winnie was on her knees between them. She thrust her tingling nipple harder into Winnie's sucking mouth. She felt Winnie's hands on her thighs under her skirt and was helpless, utterly helpless to stop the aggressive female. Winnie's hands had moved up and were tugging at the waist band of Leslie's panty hose. "This is crazy, Winnie," she gasped, yet she lifted her ass from the chair. Her panty hose slid down under her ass, and Winnie released her tit to move back and pull them down her legs, remove her shoes, and pull the hose off her feet.
"Open your beautiful thighs, Leslie, "I'm going to kiss your pussy," Winnie said.
Leslie dropped her head back and closed her eyes; if she couldn't see it, it wasn't so bad. Her legs came open. She felt Winnie's lips on the inside of her thigh and shivered. She knew when Winnie's mouth closed over her pussy that it didn't matter if it was a male or female, a mouth on her cunt was heaven.
"Suck it, you perverted bitch," Leslie moaned, and pulled Winnie's head in tight. "God, yes, Winnie, eat me, I love it!"
It was good, the best head Leslie had ever experienced. Winnie was an expert, and being a woman, she knew all the little places that felt nice. Her lips, her tongue, worked feverishly at Leslie's cunt. She felt the tiny point of Winnie's tongue enter her pussy and shuddered with instant orgasm. So good, so very good. With heavy lids, Leslie's eyes fluttered, the rolled upwards, a happy, pleasant feeling consuming her. She floated in the languor of orgasm. And then Winnie got up.
"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."
