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.