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.”