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.”