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.