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WARNING:
This story is fiction, and should be treated as such.
The following story is for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY,
and contains descriptions of explicit sex. If you are not an
adult, or reading sex stories upset you, do not read any further.
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The Wolf Wives
By Steve Forest
Chapter 1
Linda Wells lay on her back naked, her slim white legs spread
far apart, her eyes closed, and her lips in a pouting smile of
contentment. The waterbed moved slowly and tantalizingly, making
her naked body undulate in a super-erotic way. Her husband Henry,
also naked, sat at the edge of the bed and looked at his wife's
beautiful body.
Although Linda was twenty-nine years old, she could easily
have passed for twenty-three. Her smooth white skin was soft and
creamy and without blemish. Her blonde hair was cut short, in a
pixie-style haircut which made her face look even younger. Her
features were small, like the rest of her. Her full fleshy red
lips were a perpetual pout, which always seemed to become more
pronounced when she was sexually aroused; and now she was very
aroused. It always turned her on to have Henry look at her, and,
even though her pretty blue eyes were closed, she was aware of his
gaze devouring her every curve.
Then she felt the tips of his fingers trailing gently over
the soft skin of her abdomen. She felt his fingertips moving in
gently expanding circles as he moved them closer and closer to her
big round tits. Although Linda was only five feet tall, and
petite enough to wear little girls' clothes, her tits were big and
round and so firm that when she stood, they jutted straight out
from her chest. Now, as she lay on her back on the waterbed, her
big boobs pointed straight up in the air. Her nipples were hard
and erect. They were the size and color of fresh strawberries,
and she felt them stiffening still more as Henry leaned forward
and breathed his warm breath gently across the trembling buds.
By now his hands had moved higher up on her chest, and she
could feel him stroking the curving flesh of the bottoms of her
tits. Then suddenly he cupped one tit and held it up to his
mouth. With gentle firmness he took one ripe red nipple between
his teeth and drew the pointy tip of his tongue across its
swollen tip. Linda took a long, deep, sobbing breath as her
husband began to suck gently on her nipple, his hands continuing
to stroke her tits, first one, then the other.
She opened her eyes and looked at her husband. Although Henry
was eight years older than his wife, he had the sexual stamina of
an adolescent. They had been married for six years, and in that
time she had never once outlasted him sexually. He seemed to be
able to fuck incessantly, sometimes all night long-and part of the
next day. As soon as his big cock finished pumping a hot load
into her pussy, or her mouth, it seemed to harden again
immediately. In fact, Linda thought that she had never seen
Henry's cock when it wasn't at least partially erect.
As he sucked on her big-nippled tits, she reached down and
wrapped her fingers lovingly around his cock. It was hard and
throbbing, and the feel of it excited Linda even more. She began
slowly to massage the satiny skin of the underside of his prick
with a gentle motion of her fingertips. Henry's thin muscular body
began to move in rhythm to her strokes.
Henry Wells was tall and thin, his entire body covered with a
thick growth of black hair. Only on his head was the hair a
different color. There, streaks of silvery gray had begun to show
themselves, making him look distinguished and handsome without
adding years to his appearance. His thin mustache had also begun
to silver, but this, too, gave him a look of distinction.
Henry had always said that it was the streak of gray that got
him his promotion to full professor two years ago. He had always
felt that a university professor ought to have a little gray.
Henry and Linda both taught at Monte Bello University, just
outside of San Diego. When Henry had been promoted to full
professor, they had bought their house in La Jolla. Although they
had no children, they had bought a three-bedroom house. The room
in which they were now, was set aside as a pleasure dome. Henry
had outfitted it with a waterbed, colored lights, and stereo, and
almost nothing else. When they decorated the room, he said that it
was the culmination of a dream, to have a room in the house to be
used for nothing but fucking.
Now Henry's face was buried between his wife's fabulous tits.
He turned his face slowly from side to side, tickling the soft
skin of her round white boobies with his short, prickly mustache.
Linda began to giggle, as she always did when he tickled her tits
that way. She tightened her grip on his prick, and began to pull
it up and down, feeling it grow even harder and more erect.
Moving slowly, so as not to make waves in the waterbed, Henry
turned so that his face was poised just above the downy blonde
jungle of hair that covered his wife's softly raised pubic mound.
He breathed softly, ruffling the curling strands of wiry pubic
hair. He heard his wife draw her breath in sharply. Now Henry
had raised up onto his hands and knees, and he moved so that he
straddled his wife's face, one knee at either side of her head.
His wrinkled scrotum hung straight down from his hairy crotch, and
Linda could feel its softly furred skin brushing against her
pouting lips as the heavy sac of nuts swayed to and fro with the
motion of the waterbed.
She parted her lips and extended her pointy pink tongue just
a fraction of an inch. Henry could feel the tip of her tongue
grazing gently over the skin of his sac. He humped his hips so
that his balls swung back and forth. Linda held her tongue still,
pointing straight up so that the motion of Henry's swinging nuts
alone moved his wrinkled sac across her hot wet tongue.
Then Henry leaned forward and ran the tip of his tongue
slowly and tantalizingly across the lips of Linda's cunt, which
had begun to pout like her mouth. He drew the tip of his tongue
along the entire length of her cuntal slit, from top to bottom, at
the same time whipping his tongue back and forth from side to
side. He could feel the lips of her sweet young pussy parting as
he licked.
Linda responded to Henry's loving ministrations by opening
her mouth wide, and taking nearly his whole scrotum into her
mouth. She gently scraped at the wrinkled skin with her teeth, at
the same time running her tongue tip around in little circles,
exploring first one ball and then the other. She spread her
thighs even wider, feeling the moist lips of her cunt parting,
almost as though they were being pulled by strings.
As the soft fleshy lips of his wife's cunt opened, Henry
could see the deep-red color of the meat of her inner cuntal
walls. He breathed deeply, inhaling the spicy sweet aroma of her
cunt. There was no woman on earth who could please him as much as
his sexy young wife, he thought as he ran his tongue deep into the
moist warmth of her inner cunt. He began a rhythmic plunging in
and out motion with his tongue, driving it straight into her pussy
like a cock, and then drawing it completely out again. Then, once
more, he stroked gently with just the tip of his pointed tongue
along the moist red slash of her cuntal slit.
He started the stroke at the bottom of her slit, almost at
her asshole. Then he drew his tongue upwards, pressing its flat
surface against the dewy opening of her twat. When his tongue
reached the top of her slash, he continued moving upwards, probing
among her blonde ringlets of pubic hair for the pea-sized nubbin
of her erect clit. There it was, hard and quiveringly erect. He
nudged at it gently, tantalizingly, with the tip of his tongue.
Then he began to roll his tongue around and around the throbbing
pleasure button.
Linda gasped at the first contact of Henry's tongue with her
sensitive clit. Then, reaching up with her hand, she took his
hard-on and, pulling gently at the shaft, guided its tip to her
warm, moist lips. She kissed lightly at the swollen rubbery tip,
and then ran her tongue experimentally over the coronal ridge. A
dewy drop of lubricating fluid oozed out from the slit on the end
of his cock. She licked at it, slurping the sticky moisture into
her mouth, savoring its spicy flavor. Then she sucked the whole
head of his pulsating hard-on into her mouth. She sucked
vigorously on it, knowing, from years of experience, the way to
turn her husband on.
Henry felt his wife sucking at the swollen length of his
prick and quivered involuntarily, in a tremor which seemed to
begin at his ankles, and to possess his entire body until he was
trembling all over. He plunged his tongue deep into the warm wet
depths of Linda's syrupy cunt, licking and lapping hungrily at the
sweet juices of her desire. By now the waterbed was undulating
vigorously, and both Henry and Linda felt as though they were on a
raft, being buffeted about in a stormy sea.
Linda's cunt was gaping wide open, and Henry moved his face
from side to side as he licked deeper and deeper into the hot
juicy cavern of her pussy. He nudged with his nose at her
quivering clitoris as he continued to fuck her cunt with his
tongue. She had swallowed nearly half the length of his prick and
so she couldn't speak, but she was making muffled sounds of
pleasure as his tongue plundered the depths of her twat.
Spurred on by the passionate sounds that Linda was making and
the vibration of her palate as she groaned, his pecker was
titillated even more. Henry took whole mouthfuls of throbbing
cunt-flesh between his teeth and his gently grasping lips, and ran
his tongue up and down over the ridges of red flesh. Her groans
were becoming even more pronounced now, and began to take on a
rhythmic cadence that told Henry that she was only inches away
from her orgasm.
Moving his hips slightly, he pulled his cock out of reach of
her sucking mouth, and continued to plunge his own tongue deeper
and deeper, cock-like, into her pussy. The flavor of her juices
was beginning to take on the consistency of honey, and the
sweetness was giving way to a spicy pungency. Henry lapped
diligently, trying to suck the juices from her very core.
Now, her mouth freed of her husband's cock, Linda began to
moan and gurgle out the sounds of her pleasure.
"Oh, Henry," she moaned, "it feels so fucking good. Oh,
Henry, yes, suck me hard. Oh, yes, do it there. Oh suck me. Oh,
yes. Oh yes. Oh yes suck me. Suck my cunt. Oh Henry please don't
stop! Oh don't stop now! Oh. Oooooh! Oooooh I'm going to come
any minnnuuutttte!"
Suddenly, Henry pulled his tongue out of his wife's drooling
pussy. He knew that she loved to be tormented; that if he did it
right it even heightened the pleasure of her orgasm. And he knew
that the better it was for her, the better she would make it for
him.
"Oh, Henry," she sobbed. "Oh, please don't tease me."
"What is it you want?" he asked innocently.
"Oh, Henry, you know what I want!" she wailed.
"Tell me!" he commanded.
"Oh Henry, I want you to suck my cunt. Oh, I want you to
make me come. Oh, please, make me come! Fuck my cunt! Fuck my
cunt with your tongue!"
"You didn't say please," he taunted.
"Oh, yes, please," she sobbed. "I'll do anything you want.
Anything. Oh please. Oooooh!"
Her sob trailed off as Henry once more plunged his tongue
deep into the hot confines of her pussy. Almost immediately her
hips began to pump in a desperate sex-hungry rhythm. She wrapped
her legs about his neck, drawing his face deeper into her fragrant
cunt. As Henry lapped deeper into her twat he felt the river of
her orgasm beginning to flow. At first the changing flavor of her
cuntal secretions signaled the approach of her climax. Then her
moans provided further evidence.
And then, as Linda's orgasm exploded in bright flashes of
pink and orange and purple and yellow inside her head, she sobbed
uncontrollably. "Oh, yes!" she wailed. "I'm commiinngg nooowww!"
Henry felt triumphant pleasure at the sound of his wife's
almost irrational voice. He continued to lap and lick at her
flowing pussy as she heaved and rolled beneath him, the
undulations of the waterbed magnifying her movements. At last her
movements slowed until, finally, she lay still. Henry licked
gently at her cunt, swallowing every last drop of her sticky sweet
orgasmic fluids. By now his cock was so hard that the tip was
purple.
Henry rolled onto his back next to his panting wife. His cock
stood straight up in the air like a flagpole. Hardly taking a
moment to catch her breath, Linda rolled over onto her hands and
knees, her mouth poised just over Henry's dick. She lowered her
face until her lips were only inches away from her husband's
swollen, throbbing hard-on. Then she blew softly against the
rubbery bulb at the tip of his cock.
"I promised I'd do anything," she said. "Now what would you
like?"
"Suck it!" Henry said simply. "Suck it good!"
Without waiting for further instructions, Linda leaned
forward and took the entire head of her husband's prick in her
mouth. She just held it for a moment, letting her mouth fill with
saliva. Then she parted her lips slightly so that two thin
rivulets of saliva trickled out from between her lips and rolled
slowly down the shining length of his prick. Then, with a
serpentine movement of her tongue, she lashed out at the little
rivulets of saliva and stopped them with her tongue, just before
they had reached the matted jungle of his black pubic hair. She
rolled her tongue back and forth across the soft underside of the
shank of his prick as she moved upward toward the tip once more.
Then she pouted her lips and planted a wet, noisy kiss on the
purple head of Henry's big dick. Keeping her lips in her wide-open
pout, she trailed them wetly down the upper surface of the sturdy
fuckpole, nibbling and nipping gently at it as she worked her way
down to his wiry black curls. She inhaled deeply, savoring the
musty smell of his crotch, and playfully tugged at a curling tuft
of hair with her teeth. Then, her teeth bared, she nibbled her
way back up his throbbing cock.
Henry thought that he would go out of his mind with pleasure.
He wriggled his hips from side to side, pressing his feet deep
into the yielding softness of the water mattress. The waves
inside the waterbed made them sway back and forth in a slow,
steady, sensual rhythm. Henry let a long low moan escape his lips
as his wife ran the broad flat surface of her tongue over and
around the satiny smooth skin of the head of his cock. Then,
opening her mouth wide, she lowered her head swiftly, swallowing
his cock until he could feel the tip nosing at the back of her
throat.
For a moment, Linda thought that she would gag, but she
managed to control the impulse by moving her head slightly up
again. She held his cock in place with gentle pressure of her
teeth as she swept her tongue back and forth inside her mouth,
churning her saliva to a froth which played around his cock like
ocean waves.
Just as Linda took his hairy scrotum in her hands and began
to softly caress the sac with her fingertips, Henry dug his heels
into the water mattress beneath him and thrust his hips up into
the air, driving his cock all the way to Linda's tonsils. With a
slurping sound, she moved her head up and down in a steady rhythm,
sucking hard each time her lips came to the throbbing tip of her
husband's hard-on. With her long fingernails, she raked gently at
his sac of nuts. With her other hand, she reached around under
his ass.
Her index finger snaked its way between the contracting
cheeks of his ass. He could feel her fingernail probing deeper
and higher, in search of his asshole. Then her fingertip found its
mark. She continued scratching at the wrinkled down-covered skin
of his sac as the index finger of her other hand parted the
tightly clenched lips of his asshole and worked its way inside to
explore the rubbery softness. She lowered her head at the same
time, swallowing his prick. Then on the upstroke she bared her
teeth, scraping them on the smooth skin of Henry's cock.
As Linda lowered her head again, she pulled her teeth in and
stroked her husband's cock with the moist surfaces of her lips.
She gently kneaded his balls while wiggling a finger around inside
his asshole. Henry gasped in delight. Then she let go of his
balls, and began pinching the flesh of his thighs between her
thumb and the knuckle of her index finger.
Henry felt the hot juice in his balls begin to boil. His cock
began to pulsate violently, and he could feel short bursts of hot
come beginning to work their tortuous way up from his nuts through
the tight coils of tubing which led to the hole at the tip of his
prick. He reached for his wife's hair and tangled his fingers in
it. It was soft and fine, and because it was short, didn't afford
much of a grip. But the silky smoothness of her fine blonde hair,
as it stroked the palms of his hands, turned him on still more.
"Oh, baby," he murmured, "I'm going to come."
Suddenly Linda pulled her finger from his asshole and let go
of his balls. She straightened up quickly, letting his prick plop
from her mouth. "All right, motherfucker," she said playfully. "Do
you think I ought to let you hang for a while to get even for your
little game?"
"Oh, no!" he cried. "Please don't! I'm sorry. I promise I'll
never do it again. But please, please finish me off!"
Immediately, Linda took his cock in her mouth once more and
began to suck vigorously, moving her head up and down and
fluttering her tongue back and forth across his throbbing shaft.
Within seconds Henry felt his orgasm returning. The hot gobs of
gism worked their way further and further along the tight tubes of
his prick until at last, with a moan, he felt the first hot jet
spurting forth from the tight slit in the head of his cock.
Linda felt the hot burst of come juice strike the back of her
throat with the heat and fury of a flow of volcanic lava. She
gulped greedily at the thick hot fluid, trying to swallow it
before the next torrent began. She managed to gulp the gism down
a split second before it was followed by another hot blast of goo.
And then another. And another.
Linda's cheeks puffed and hollowed as she struggled to keep
up with the river of hot gism that pumped from the pulsating tip
of Henry's powerful cock. She knew that at any moment she would
lose the contest and that the hot torrent of gism would overflow
from her gulping mouth. She felt her mouth filling completely
with the white liquid, and still she continued to swallow as fast
and as much as she could, all the while continuing her sucking of
the firehose cock. At last it overcame her, and she could feel
thin hot trickles of semen oozing from the corners of her sucking
mouth.
The thin streams of white ooze trailed their way down the
length of the shank of Henry's cock and matted in his thick shock
of black pubic hair. Linda kept swallowing, trying to prevent any
more of the precious fluid from being lost. Finally, as Henry
neared the end of his orgasm, she began to catch up with the hot
flow. She swallowed with big noisy gulps as the pulsations of her
husband's big cock began to ease off. At last the pumping ceased
completely, and she felt her husband's big prick begin to soften
in her mouth. She sucked gently at it until it was shriveled and
clean. Then she let it plop from her mouth and, smiling, deposited
a wet, noisy kiss on Henry's hairy belly.
Henry shuddered once, and then stretched his long thin body.
"Hey," he said. "You suck pretty good for an English teacher. You
know?"
"Oh, shit," Linda answered. "That was nothing. I'm just
practicing up for a big football player that I have in one of my
classes. Boy, would I like to get my teeth into his cock! If its
anything like his shoulders, its gotta be big!"
"Big pricks aren't everything, you know," Henry said. "Don't
you remember that character that came to the party at Eddie and
Marie's last month. He had a cock a mile long, but when he finally
found out where to put it he was a real dud. I watched him hump
you for at least a half-hour without doing a thing for you. When
he finally climbed off, it only took me thirty seconds to get you
off."
Linda laughed. "I think that must have been the craziest
party we've ever been to," she said. "And we've been to some
pretty crazy ones. But I'll never forget that night. Everybody
was good and drunk, and everybody ended up fucking everybody else.
By the time the guy with the big dick got to me, I was so fucked
out that it would have taken a miracle to get me off."
"I got you off, didn't I?" Henry taunted.
"Well, a miracle or you. You're something special, I'll
admit. But I'd still like to get my hands on the football player.
And I'd love to have him get his hands on me."
"What's this hero's name?" Henry asked, only mildly curious.
He didn't really care who his wife had her affairs with so long as
there was always something left for him. And there always was.
Linda was a real hot handful.
"Burns," Linda pondered. "Jay Burns. Twenty years old, six
foot four, and absolutely beautiful.
"Wait a minute," Henry said. "I know that name. There's a
girl in my Zoology One class named Karen Burns. And a big lurker
with a ten-foot wing span meets her after class once in a while."
"That must be his wife," Linda said. "I know he's married to
a girl who also goes to Monte Bello. What does she look like?"
"Oh, she's really something," Henry said, a lustful gleam
coming to his eye. "She's got the biggest tits I ever saw. I've
had my eye on her since the first day of the semester."
"Big tits?" Linda asked, a trace of jealousy in her voice.
"Are they bigger than mine?" She cupped her own tits and held them
up, as though offering them for Henry's inspection. As Henry
watched, she stroked the smooth skin of her tits until the rosy
red nipples hardened to erection. She took one of the berry-sized
buds between her thumb and index finger and rolled it lovingly
back and forth, licking her lips as she did so. She looked
pointedly at Henry's cock, which was already beginning to stir.
Henry loved his wife's tits. The rest of her body was so
trim and petite that her tits appeared gigantic by comparison. He
loved to bury his face between them and to rub his hands all over
them. But there was nothing that excited him more than to see his
beautiful wife handling her own tits. More than once he had
watched her bring herself to orgasm by doing no more than lying on
her back and playing with her own titties. Now, as he watched her
rubbing her tits, his cock rose once more to full erection.
"Tell me about Karen Burns," Linda said.
Henry stared in undisguised fascination as his wife gently
and lovingly manipulated her big booby He slowly began to stroke
his own cock as he spoke.
"Well," he began, "she's pretty tall. About five-eight, I'd
say. And she's on the slim side, narrow waist, almost no ass at
all. But she's got these huge beautiful tits. Funny, she seems
pretty conservative. I've never seen her go without a bra like all
the other girls do. But it doesn't matter. Her titties are so big
that there's really no bra in the world that could hold them in."
Henry's words were exciting them both. As he spoke, Linda
continued to stroke and pet her tits with one hand. With her other
she reached down and began rubbing the patch of blonde pubic hair
at the base of her belly. Henry leaned forward for a better view,
setting the waterbed in motion again. He could see the deep-red
flesh of his wife's inner cunt as she spread her thighs wide open
again, this time to grant better access to her hand. With her
index and middle finger she gently pried the lips of her
moistening pussy apart. She swabbed the wet inner flesh with the
tip of her middle finger. Then, as Henry watched, she thrust it
all the way into the hot depths of her cunt. She moved her finger
around in a little circle, and then drew it slowly out.
She put the glistening wet finger to her lips and slowly,
seductively, pushed her tongue forward so that its tip protruded
from between her lips. Then, with an expansive and dramatic
gesture, she licked the dew of her cunt off her finger. Henry drew
his breath in sharply and began pulling more vigorously on his
prick as he watched his wife savoring the flavor of her own cuntal
secretions.
Linda returned her finger to her cunt. She thrust it deep
inside, and then slid it outwards until the tip was all that
remained inside. Then she swept her fingertip up and down the
length of her cuntal slit. At the top of the upstroke, she made a
little figure-eight around the erect little bud of her clitoris.
"Oh, Henry, it feels so good," she whispered. "I'm going to
play and play and play until I come again. Do you want to watch?"
Henry moved around so that his head was at the foot of the
bed. From there he had a perfect view of his wife's hot pussy,
and of the motions that she was making with her finger. Her other
hand was moving slowly from one tit to the other, stroking,
petting, tweaking, rolling, pinching and patting. Henry sighed,
and jerked off even more vigorously.
"Oh, baby," he murmured. "I think I'd like to see you make
that football player. A kid like that, still wet behind the ears,
could never keep up with you. After you fuck him you'll really
appreciate me. Want me to help you get him?"
"Awful nice of you," she said, her finger still plunging deep
into the warm wetness of her cunt. "As if I need help in getting
anyone. But, tell me, lover, what would you get out of all this?"
"Why, Mrs. Burns, of course," Henry said, still jerking off.
Now the conversation had aroused him still further, and, together
with the sight of his wife masturbating right there in front of
him, had brought him almost to the point of another orgasm. "I
don't mind telling you," he continued, "that I'd really enjoy
sliding my hot cock into her tight little pussy. That sweet young
thing can't be more than nineteen years old."
"Just as I thought," Linda said. "You're nothing but a dirty
old man. . . But her voice trailed off as her finger made little
spiraling circles around her hot throbbing clit. Her hips were
moving involuntarily in circular motions, in imitation of the
rhythm of fucking. "Oh, Henry," she began to chant. "Oh, Henry,
keep watching, because this is it. Oh, Henry, I'm going to come.
Oh, Henry, any second now! Oh, yes, here it comes!"
Henry's hand was whipping up and down the shaft of his cock.
A sparkling drop of moisture had formed at the tip of his
throbbing hard-on, and his hand moved softly across the rubbery
head, smearing the lubricating fluid around in a circle and
spreading it down the shank of his rock-hard pecker.
"Wait for me, baby," he said. "Just another moment and I'll
come with you."
"Oh, Henry!" she said, her voice shrill with tense sexual
excitement. "Come all over me! I want to feel your hot gism
splashing all over my tits!"
Henry moved to his knees and crawled closer to his hotly
masturbating wife. He stood on his knees, his hand still pumping
at his cock which stood straight out from his body, pointing
directly over his wife's mammoth boobs.
"All right, baby," he said. "Ready whenever you are."
"Oh, Henry!" Linda cried. "I'm ready right now! I'm . . .
I'm . . . I'm commmiiinnnggg!" Her moaning cry was muffled as
she turned her head from side to side, overcome by the sheer
ecstasy of her self-induced climax. At the same moment Henry began
to grunt out the first signs of his own building orgasm. He felt
the spasms of pleasure begin at his balls and work their way up
the length of his cock. Then, with a long low groan, his climax
began.
The first hot spurt of searing white semen arced in a long
graceful curve from the tip of his pulsating prick. The whirling
gob of come splashed against the smooth white skin of Linda's tit.
Henry moved his hips back slightly, and the next burst of joy-
juice landed squarely on her big red nipple. At the feel of the
hot liquid splashing against her sensitive nipple, Linda moaned
again. Her body was writhing wildly, making the waterbed roll
about like a stormy sea. Her fingers whipped madly in the
churning froth of her pussy as the juices of her own orgasm wet
her entire hand and made shiny wet streaks on the smooth flesh of
her inner thighs.
Henry continued to jerk his cock, pumping burst after burst
of hot come ail over his wife's pretty tits. Then, as the strength
of the jets began to diminish, his cock began to soften and the
line of fire changed. Now the oozing drops of semen dripped onto
Linda's flat white belly. With her free hand, she rubbed the
sticky goo across her skin, shampooing her blonde pubic hair with
it. Then with a sigh, and one last shudder, she lay still, her
motionless hand covering the wet slit of her cunt.
"Oh, Henry," she sighed. "You know just what I like,"
"You'd better believe it," he said smugly. "But I suppose you
won't be content until you've seduced that football player, so I
guess I'll just have to go along for the ride. And there might
even be a little unexpected surprise, too."
"Henry Wells!" Linda said, her tone mocking. "I think you
know something you're not telling me."
"Well," Henry began, "it's only an idea, but I have a feeling
that the Burnses might make a welcome addition to our little
circle of friends. You see, Karen Burns just happened to mention
to me after class one day that she has a pet timber wolf. A timber
wolf! Can you imagine what fun we could have with a timber wolf at
one of our little Saturday-night get-togethers?"
"Oh, Henry," his wife said, "you are a dirty old man!"
Henry winked and said, "Dirty old men need love too, you
know."
Chapter 2
Karen Burns stood naked in front of the full-length mirror in
her bathroom and appraised her figure as she dried herself with
the big thick bath towel that her mother had given her when she
and Jay were married. She watched her diet carefully to keep the
trim figure that she was so proud of, but it seemed that there was
nothing she could do to reduce the size of her tits. Her big round
tits had been a source of embarrassment to her ever since her
teens. When the other girls at high school had been stuffing socks
and tissues in their bras to make their titties appear bigger,
Karen's had already grown to be bigger and rounder and fuller than
the tits of most full-grown women.
And her tits didn't really stop growing until she was
eighteen years old. By that time she was wearing a size-forty bra
with a D cup. Men stared at her as she walked down the street,
even though she always tried to wear clothes that would hide the
hugeness of her tits. She was never able to go anywhere without
having strange men come up to her and make conversation on some
pretext or another. She was aware, of course, that all they ever
really wanted was to get a closer look at her boobs. And it made
her furious.
She often found herself wishing that there was some operation
she could get to reduce the size of her tits. Even Jay, who was
more of a gentleman than any other man she had ever known, could
never seem to think of anything but her tits. Whenever they were
alone and sometimes even when they were not, he tried to get his
hands on her boobs. And when Karen went into the bathroom to
undress at night, she knew that Jay sometimes peeked into the
keyhole to try to get a look at her.
Sometimes he made her feel so ashamed, carrying on that way,
just like a little boy. She had been taught that it was wrong to
let a man gaze lustfully upon her naked body. When she explained
to Jay that she simply couldn't let him watch her undress for this
reason, he got mad and argued that such a philosophy should not
apply to a woman's husband. But Karen knew better. And she knew
that it was important, right from the start, to see that their
marriage remained within the bounds of propriety.
She finished drying herself and snapped into her floor length
flannel nightgown. Her tits pushed against the soft material,
making even this conservative sleepwear seem sexy and provocative.
She tried to adjust the bodice of the nightgown so that her tits
wouldn't be so conspicuous, but, finally giving up, she hung the
towel back on the rack and opened the door which led into their
bedroom.
When she entered the bedroom Jay was lying naked on the bed
pretending to be reading a newspaper. But his long cock was rock
hard, and stood straight up from his body. Karen was sure he had
been peeking into the keyhole again. She was angry, but as she
looked at his long stiff cock she felt another emotion stirring
within her. She had been feeling this new emotion more and more
lately. It seemed to start as a tingling in the vicinity of her
pussy, and then spread gradually throughout her body. Suddenly she
realized that she was staring at her husband's big prick, and that
Jay was watching her. She looked quickly down at her feet in
embarrassment.
"Hey, that's all right, baby," Jay said, chuckling. "There's
nothing wrong with you looking at my cock." He stood up and walked
to where his wife stood. As he walked, his prick swayed from side
to side in front of him. "Go ahead, look at it. It'll do us both
some good."
"Oh, Jay," she chided, her pretty brown eyes flashing, "I
wish you wouldn't talk that way."
Although Karen was tall-five feet eight inches-her red hair
hung down to well below her waist. Now Jay began to stroke her
hair lightly and lovingly. "I didn't mean to upset you, baby," he
said as his hands moved softly over her hair. "But I really don't
think that you're being fair to either of us. You've got these
puritanical attitudes left over from the seventeenth century, but
they just don't go with your twentieth-century mind, or your
twentieth-century body."
He took her in his arms and kissed her warmly on the mouth.
As they kissed, Karen felt herself softening. She allowed her body
to go limp, and let herself be supported by the strength of her
muscular young husband's arms alone. He tightened his grip,
holding her closer to him. As he kissed her, he pushed his tongue
into her mouth, running its pointy tip along each of her even
white teeth. He felt her resistance melting.
He reached one arm around behind her, and, lifting her gently
into his arms, started toward the bed. He didn't break lip contact
with her for an instant, afraid to spoil the mood which seemed to
be building. They had been married for nearly six months now, and
he still didn't feel satisfied with their sex life. He was sure
that she would grow out of her puritanical upbringing eventually,
and had decided to be patient. But sometimes it was just too much
to bear. It was degrading for him to have to look through a
keyhole in order to watch his own wife undress. Maybe tonight
would be the night when some of the barriers would begin to
collapse. The way she had been looking at his cock a few minutes
earlier had given him hope.
He carried her, like a doll, to the double bed and set her
down gently. Usually, all he ever got to do was lift her nightgown
high enough so that he could stick his cock into her tight dry
pussy, but tonight he was going to be cool. As soon as she was on
the bed, he fell to his knees on the floor beside the bed. He
pressed his lips passionately to hers and kissed her again. This
time, when his tongue invaded her mouth, he sought her tongue. He
found it and jabbed gently at it with his own.
At first she did nothing, but then, tentatively, she began to
fence with his tongue. The points of their tongues played together
for a moment, and then Jay drew his tongue back into his own
mouth. A moment later, he pressed forward again and explored her
mouth with his tongue, seeking her little pink tongue. When he
found it, they fenced for a moment, and then once more Jay's
tongue retreated into his own mouth. This time Karen's tongue
followed his part of the way, stopping when she reached her own
lips.
Jay immediately drove his tongue forward again, this time
meeting Karen's at the parted entrance to her mouth. He ran the
point of his tongue around hers for a moment and then drew back
again. This time she followed.
When Jay felt his wife's tongue entering his mouth for the
first time, he was elated. This, he hoped, would be the beginning
of a sexual relationship that would improve steadily. He was sure
that his patience had paid off. He sucked gently, drawing her
tongue even further into his mouth. After dueling with it for a
moment, he pressed forward with his own tongue, driving back into
Karen's soft warm mouth.
All the while, Jay's hands were stroking softly at his wife's
long red hair. While he tongue-kissed her, he spread her hair
carefully out over her shoulders and down across her breasts. He
was careful to keep his hands from making contact with the swell
of her boobs because he was afraid to destroy the mood of
submissiveness that she was in.
He continued to kiss and nibble at his wife's mouth until her
breathing became slightly heavier. He was certain that she was
about to become aroused as she never had before. Gently, and ever
so softly, he let one hand rest lightly on the mountainous swell
of her big tit. Without moving his hand at all, he allowed the
pressure to become slightly heavier. He could feel her nipple
hardening through the soft material of her nightgown against the
palm of his hand. He began to move his hand in a tight little
circle over the hard point of her nipple. Karen sighed.
Taking her sigh as his cue to move ahead, Jay cupped one of
her tits in his hand, through the flannel. Although his hands,
like the rest of his body, were huge, the giant mound of flesh was
almost too much for one of his hands to hold. He squeezed her tit
with a firm but gentle pressure, feeling the nipple hardening
still more. He wanted to tear her nightgown from her and ravish
her right there and then, but he was sure that patience would be
the best tack. He had waited months for her to surrender
completely to him, and now that he was this close, what was a few
more minutes?
He continued to kiss her, but now moved his other hand so
that it cupped her other tit. His cock was so hard that it ached
and pained him. For a moment he was tempted to forget the whole
thing, and just pull up her gown and stick his cock in, like he
had been doing every few nights until now. But her big soft tits
felt so good in his hand that he just couldn't bring himself to
stop. He continued moving his hands around in gentle little
circles across the soft swell of her big booby. As he did so,
Karen moaned softly. It was a sound which Jay had never heard
before, and it set his cock to throbbing. Oh, how he wanted her to
turn on.
He moved his hand downwards and began stroking the swell of
her tits through the soft flannel material of her nightgown. As he
did so, he continued to move his hands around and around the
swollen mounds. At last his lips found the pebble-hard point of
one of her erect nipples and he began to suck it right through the
material. The flannel quickly became wet and stuck to her tit,
outlining the erect bud of her big nipple. He bit gently at it
through the wet cloth.
Now he moved his hands slowly down across the flannel-clad
contour of her flat abdomen, moving his fingertips back and forth
as he went. Then, at the point where her thighs met her torso, he
felt the thick fur of her pubic hair beneath the gown. That was
his goal. He began to move his hand back and forth across her
pubic mound, petting her hair and her cunt. Although she was still
covered by her nightdress, he could feel the lips of her pussy
flowering open at his gently caressing touch.
He nibbled at the hard point of her nipple while he continued
to rub his hand back and forth across the flannel-clad mound of
her furry cunt, feeling the lips parting even wider beneath the
soft flannel. Karen's eyes were closed tightly and she was turning
her head from side to side, overcome by the sheer pleasure which
she was experiencing for the first time. For the moment, all
thought of morality was lost to the wonderful warm waves of
sensuous delight. Somewhere in the depths of her subconscious
mind she was sure that what she was doing, and that what she was
feeling, was wrong, and that she shouldn't allow it to continue.
But it felt so good.
The tingling, which had begun earlier in her tight little
cunt, had become a fire which was beginning to consume her entire
body.
"Oh, Jay," she moaned.
Jay held his breath, afraid that the spell had been broken,
and that she was going to make him stop, but, instead, she moaned
again.
"Oh, Jay." Then, in a voice which trembled with uncertainty,
she added softly, "That feels so good."
Needing no further encouragement, Jay prepared to take the
next step. He moved his head downward and kissed his way across
her belly, moving closer and closer to her pussy. Meanwhile. he
stroked her thighs with his hands, bringing them closer to the hem
of her nightgown. His fingertips touched the hem of her nightgown
at the same time that his lips came in contact with the material
which covered her pussy. He began kissing softly through the
material and at the same time moving his hands up under her
nightdress. His fingers stroked gently at the soft white skin of
her calves, and then worked their way up to her thighs.
Jay moved his hands in little circles around the silky-smooth
skin just above her knees. As he petted and stroked her, he slowly
raised her nightgown, exposing first her legs and finally her
thighs. He moved his head down further, and taking the hem in his
teeth, he pulled the gown all the way up, exposing her red patch
of pubic hair, her flat white belly, and finally the huge round
mounds of her tits. Moving quickly, he dropped the flannel from
his teeth and dropped his head to her boobs. He took one hard pink
nipple in his mouth and began to suck on it.
"Oh, Jay," Karen moaned. "Please. You shouldn't." But Jay
continued to suck on her nipple, and she didn't say anything more.
As he did so, he rubbed his hand over her furry cunt, stroking her
outer cuntlips briefly, and then pressing the flat of his hand
against the swollen mound of her clit.
Now Karen was moaning continuously and her soft tender body
was writhing uncontrollably about on the bed. She was experiencing
feelings which she had never imagined possible. The physical
pleasure was so intense that all thought of guilt was banished. If
her mother had ever known anything this wonderful, Karen thought,
she never would have said that sex was evil.
Just then, Jay's finger penetrated Karen's cunt. Although his
cock had been inside her, she had never allowed him to do any of
the things that were necessary to warm her up. The dryness of her
pussy, and the immense size of his prick, had always made sex a
rather uncomfortable, if not painful, experience. But now her cunt
was juicy and moist, and Jay's finger was worming around inside it
and moving in all directions at once. And it didn't hurt at all.
Instead, it felt wonderful-exquisite. She didn't want it to ever
stop.
The feeling of Jay's lips on her nipples was driving her
wild. Tentatively, unsure of herself, she reached to the side of
the bed for Jay's cock. It was huge and hard and, as Karen wrapped
her fingers around it, it began to throb. She had never really
touched Jay's cock before. The touch of it thrilled her. It was
like a living thing, pulsating and throbbing in her hand.
Instinctively, she began stroking up and down on the shank of her
husband's tremendous prick.
As she pulled on Jay's hard-on, Jay bit gently at her
nipples. The thumb and middle finger of his right hand separated
the lips of her cunt, while his index finger moved exploringly
between the slickly smooth walls of her inner channel. She felt
his fingertip making contact with every hidden fold of her tight
young pussy. The new sensations which she was experiencing were
almost more than she could stand. She wanted to make Jay feel the
same delightful pleasures that he was giving her. Lovingly, she
caressed his swollen cock. She let her fingers trail softly from
the base of the shank to the bulbous tip.
As Jay felt his wife caressing his prick, for the first time
in their marriage, he sighed deeply. He had always known that if
he was patient, his prudish wife would turn out to be a hellcat.
He gave her big erect nipple one last tweak with his teeth, and
began moving his lips downward, toward her flat white abdomen. He
kissed her softly, letting his tongue protrude slightly from
between his lips and licking spiraling little circles across her
cunt. Then, before she could object, he was kissing the flaming
red fur of her pubic mound.
Linda drew her breath in sharply. "Oh, Jay," she moaned. But
then she seemed to realize suddenly what was happening to her. Her
voice became frightened and stern. "No, Jay!" she commanded.
"Please, you mustn't. Why don't you just put your . . . your .
. . your thing inside me?"
Jay, feeling that he had made enough progress for one night,
decided to do as she asked. Anyway, his balls were on fire, and he
knew that only the juices of his pretty young wife's pussy could
quench the flames. But first he would try one more step.
"Put my what inside you?" he asked innocently.
"Oh, you know what I mean. Your . . . thing," Karen
responded kittenishly.
Jay kissed her pussy hair noisily. "Nope," he said. "I don't
have any idea. If you don't tell me, I guess I'll have no way of
knowing what you want."
"Oh, Jay," she said. "I just can't say it. Your, your, your
penis. There, is that better?"
"Nope," Jay said, kissing her cunt again. "That ain't what
the guys on the football team call it. Come on, now, let me hear
you say it. Say 'cock'!"
"Oooh," Karen said in mock anger. "Cock! There, are you
satisfied now?"
"Nope!" Jay said. This time he moved his lips lower, and
deposited a kiss right on the moist lips of Karen's tight young
cunt. "Now that you've said it, I want you to tell me what you
want. Tell me what you want me to put where." He continued
stroking and petting Karen's cunt and her tits, hoping that he
could keep her in a state of excitement long enough to make her
say what he wanted to hear.
Karen reddened-a blush which began at the roots of her
beautiful long red hair, and seemed to spread until her whole body
had turned a bright shade of pink. "Don't make me say it, Jay,"
she pleaded.
"All right," Jay said. "You don't have to say it." With that
he began nuzzling and nibbling at her juicy cuntlips. He could
feel them getting wetter and juicier, and he knew that, in spite
of herself, Karen was becoming even more aroused by his little
game. "You don't have to say anything you don't want to. I don't
mind doing this at all."
"Oh, Jay, don't!" Karen said, her voice little more than a
whisper. "I'll say anything you want. Anything." At this point
Karen realized that what Jay was doing to her was exciting her,
and, motivated by a combination of fear and guilt, she felt she
must make him stop, no matter what.
"Then say it!" her husband commanded.
"All right. I'll say it." She spoke in a whisper, as though
trying not to hear the sound of her own voice. "I want you to put
your . . . cock . . . in my pussy."
"I can't hear you," Jay said tauntingly. "And I want you to
say 'cunt'!"
"Cunt! Cunt!" Karen shouted. "I want you to put your cock in
my cunt!" Now that she had said it, it no longer seemed so evil.
In fact, the sound of the words, coming from her own lips, seemed
to excite her even more. She felt a new feeling-a strange one of
freedom. For the first time in her life she had admitted, to her
husband and to herself, that she wanted to be fucked. It felt
good. "Fuck me!" she added. "Fuck me with your cock. But hurry. I
don't think I can wait any longer. Please! Put your cock in my
cunt!"
Triumphantly, Jay rose from his knees. "Take that nightgown
off," he ordered. "I want to see all of you."
For Karen, the whole thing had gotten out of hand. But Jay's
kisses, and the words which she had spoken, had excited her to the
point of no return. She felt she had no choice but to do as Jay
commanded, even though she was sure she would hate herself for it
later. Without hesitating for more than a moment, she slipped out
of her nightgown, and then lay back, totally naked, on the bed.
Jay just stood over her for a moment, staring down at her and
stroking his cock. She had never let him look at her like this
before. The only time that he had seen her completely nude had
been when he managed to get a peek through the keyhole. Now her
beauty was almost more than he could stand.
Her skin was a pale white, which gave her a virginal
appearance. Her shoulders were soft and smooth and perfectly
unblemished. The curve of her mammoth tits seemed to begin at the
shoulder. From there they swelled outward like twin mountains. At
the peaks were perfectly formed nipples, bright rosy red, and
quiveringly erect. The aureoles were the size of silver dollars.
Her belly was flat and sloped gently toward the tiny crater of her
navel. Just below it was the thick patch of curling hair which
covered her pubic mound.
Inside the jungle of her pussy fur nestled her throbbing
clit, in its keyhole-shaped tent. Just below it, her pussy lay,
the lips parted and glistening with the moist secretions of her
desire. Her perfectly formed thighs were long and white and
tapered gracefully toward her knees. Her calves were exquisite.
Jay licked his lips, which had become dry, and took a step
closer to the bed. Then, with a gurgling sound which started deep
in his throat, he fell upon her, throwing his body full length
across hers. Instinctively, she spread her legs as he neared her;
opening her cunt still more.
Jay's rock-hard prick jabbed at the tender flesh of her
pussy, trying m vain to find the hole. He continued humping his
hips forward in an attempt to get his cock in. Finally, because
he was beginning to hurt her, Karen reached between them and took
hold of his cock. Slowly, gently, she rubbed it up and down
against the wet flesh of her cunt. She brought the rubbery head
of his cock into contact with her quivering little clit. Enchanted
with her new freedom, she rubbed the bulbous cockhead against her
hot pleasure-button. Then she moved it lower, rubbing it gently
against the moist inner surfaces of her parted cuntlips. As soon
as Jay felt the silky smoothness of her outer lips, he humped his
hips forward, driving his cock part of the way into her pussy.
It was tight, and fit his huge prick like a glove. But it was
also well lubricated, and he slipped in easily. When about three
inches of his cock had penetrated her hot slash, he stopped the
forward motion, and began to move outward again.
"Oh, no," Karen whispered. "Don't go. I like it in there."
Jay couldn't resist teasing her. "You like what in where?"
he asked, moving his cock outward ever so slowly.
"Your cock," she said, closing her eyes in embarrassment. "I
like your cock in my cunt." It was becoming easier and easier for
her to say the words which she had always been taught to think of
as obscene. "I love your cock in my cunt."
Jay moved forward again, this time treating her to a little
more of his cock. When about half its length had penetrated her
pussy he stopped. Slowly he began grinding his hips in a tight
little circle. The head of his cock scoured at the inner walls of
her cunt as he ground his hips around. Then, continuing the
circular motion with his hips, he began, slowly, to withdraw.
When nothing but the swollen head of his prick remained inside
her, he reversed direction. But this time, he rammed his hips
forward with one powerful thrust, driving his swollen cock to the
hilt inside her hot tight twat.
"Oooohh," she sighed. "Oh, Jay, that feels so good!"
Instinctively, she raised her legs high in the air, pointing her
feet at the ceiling. This pulled the lips of her pussy even
further apart. Jay swayed from side to side, rubbing her clit
with the hair-covered mound of his pubic bone, and causing her to
moan again.
Then, unable to prolong it any further, he began to pump his
hips in and out in the age-old rhythm of fucking. Karen wrapped
her legs around his waist as though trying to drive him even
deeper inside her. As he humped, her ass raised off the mattress
and then pushed against it again. He drove relentlessly on,
pumping in and out, up and down, all the while grinding his hips
around and around and back and forth, using movements that he
learned on the football field.
Suddenly Karen began to sob. "Oh, Jay!" she cried. "I never
felt anything like this before! Oh, I think I'm going to explode!
Oh, yes, oh, yesss! Oh, it's terrible! Oh, it's wonderful!
Oooohhh . . ." Her voice trailed off as her orgasm began to
overtake her. In truth, it was the first orgasm of her life, and
she wasn't at all sure that she would live through it.
Jay could feel the hot torrent of cunt-juice washing over his
driving ramrod cock, and he knew that at last he had succeeded.
His pretty young wife was about to come for the first time. He
knew that their sex life would have to change. And any change at
all would have to be for the better.
Then he felt his own orgasm beginning. "Get ready, baby,
here I come," he muttered. And with that, the first hot blast of
gism shot from the end of his prick, splattering against the back
wall of her writhing cunt. Karen could feel the jets of juice
pumping from his cock and filling her cunt to overflowing. She
felt her own juices flowing in rhythmic waves to mingle with her
husband's. She felt as though she was being transported to
another plane of existence. A buzzing sound filled her head as
she climbed the velvet ladder of fulfillment. She could feel
Jay's prick expanding and contracting as it spewed its hot load
inside her.
Then, after what seemed like an eternity, the pulsations
began to diminish. She felt her own orgasm coming to a descending
conclusion just as Jay's burst of gism began to get smaller and
less powerful.
She felt as though she was coming to the bottom of a long
chute. At the same time she felt physically drained. Jay's cock
was beginning to soften inside her pussy. Then, as he was
concluding an out-stroke, it slipped from the grasp of her
pussylips with an obscene plop. They both sighed at the loss.
Then Jay rolled over onto his back next to her, puffing and
panting. Even football practice had never taken this much out of
him. He felt as though his strength had been completely sapped.
"Karen," he said softly, "that was wonderful. I hope that
this will be the beginning of something beautiful."
But Karen found her old guilt returning. She had allowed
herself to be completely overcome by lust, and now that it was
over, she regretted it. The physical pleasure had made her forget
everything she had ever been taught about right and wrong, but now
that the physical sensations had stopped, she realized her error.
Not only had she allowed Jay to look at her completely naked body,
but she had done things and she had said things that were
completely inexcusable. "Oh, God," she said. "I hope it wasn't
the end of something beautiful."
"Now what the hell do you mean by that?" Jay said, perplexed
and angry. "What was that crack supposed to mean?"
"Just this," Karen began. "We had a nice relationship until
now, and I hope that neither of us will let what happened tonight
come between us. I feel so ashamed."
"Ashamed of what?" Jay asked, his face reddening with fury.
"For goodness sake, you're my wife. Why the hell should you be
ashamed of anything that we do together?"
"Because it was wrong, and you know it," Karen retorted.
"Because sex is for having babies not for having fun. And because
the words that you made me use are for the gutter, not for decent
people's bedrooms."
"Holy shit!" Jay shouted.
At the sound of Jay's raised voice, Pagan, who had been
sleeping in a corner of the room, lifted his head and barked.
Pagan was a full-grown, full-blooded timber wolf. Jay's father,
who worked as a ranger in a park in Montana, had given Pagan to
Jay when he was just a cub, three years ago. Pagan's mother had
been shot by a poacher, and Jay had raised him from a pup, bottle
feeding him for the first month. Now, with the disposition of a
Saint Bernard, Pagan was a completely devoted pet. He weighed
about one hundred seventy-five pounds and was black and silver in
color. His eyes were steel gray and as deep as the sea. When Jay
was home, Pagan was hardly ever away from his side.
Now he pricked up his ears and barked again.
"Oh, look," Karen said, happy for an opportunity to change
the subject. "You've gotten Pagan all upset. Why don't we just
drop it for now. We can talk about it another time. Did I tell you
that I told my zoology professor all about Pagan?"
Jay, still fatigued from fucking, was equally grateful for a
chance to get off on another subject. "No, you didn't," he said.
"What did you tell him?"
"Well," Karen began, "we were talking about the natural
instincts of wild animals and whether or not they can change with
a change in environment. I told Professor Wells about how you
raised Pagan since he was a pup and about how gentle he is. He
really couldn't believe it."
"What do you mean he didn't believe it?" Jay asked, angry
that anyone should doubt either his wife's word or his friend
Pagan's good manners.
"He said," Karen continued, "that a predatory animal like a
wolf will always retain his killer instincts, no matter how early
his training begins."
"What, Pagan a killer?" Jay sputtered. "I've got half a mind
to bring Pagan around to meet this doubting dude-"
"He asked me to," Karen cut in. "Saturday afternoon. Gave me
his address and all. Do you think we could drop in on him. Just
for a few minutes, to let him see Pagan."
"Sure," said Jay, barely managing to stifle a yawn. "Why not.
We'll drive over there and let him meet Pagan himself. Then maybe
he'll change his tune. And I have his wife for English One. It
would be interesting to meet one of my teachers at home." Then,
remembering what they had been talking about just moments before,
he added, "And that other matter, we can discuss tomorrow."
"Maybe it's better if we don't discuss it at all," Karen said
with a yawn. "I'd just as soon forget the whole thing. Just as
long as we both know that it will never happen again."
"Well, I don't know about that," Jay began. Then, his eyelids
becoming heavy, he rolled over onto his side. "I love you, baby,"
he murmured. "Things will work out. You'll see."
"Let's just forget about it," Karen said again. "I'm just
going to think about Saturday. It'll be fun to bring Pagan to meet
Professor Wells and his wife. Good night, Jay."
But Jay had already gone to sleep.
Chapter 3
Jay felt a little bit nervous as he rang the bell. He wasn't
exactly sure of how he should act in Professor Wells' house. He
had never had social contact with one of his professors before,
and really didn't know what to expect. He was surprised when Mrs.
Wells opened the door. She was wearing the tightest pair of hot
pants he had ever seen. They were bright yellow, and so tight
that they crept right up into the crack of her cunt. And they were
so short that a few curling strands of wiry blonde pubic hair
protruded from the crotch. She was also wearing a pale-blue see-
through blouse, with no bra underneath.
Jay tried hard not to stare at the pointy pink nipples which
peeked through the thin material. Mrs. Wells' lips were puckered
in a sexy pout that took Jay's breath away.
"Well, hello, Jay," she said. "It's very nice of you to
come. And this must be Mrs. Burns. Please, come in."
"Thank you, Mrs. Wells," Karen said politely. "Pagan's in the
car. Shall we bring him in?"
Just then Henry Wells stepped up behind his wife, giving her
a playful pat on the ass. "By all means," he said. "I'm anxious
to meet this domesticated wolf."
Jay ran back to the car to get Pagan, while Karen stepped
inside with Professor Wells. Linda Wells remained at the door
waiting for Jay. As Jay and Pagan came up the walk, Linda smiled
and feigned fear.
"Oh, don't be afraid of Pagan, Mrs. Wells," Jay said. "He's
a sheep in wolf's clothing."
"As long as you're here, I won't be afraid," she answered.
"And please, call me Linda." She took Jay's arm and clung to him,
as though she was still afraid of Pagan. Jay could feel the
softness of her tit pressing against his bicep. At the feel of
it, his cock began to rise to erection.
He looked at his English teacher to see if she noticed. She
seemed to be looking directly at his rising cock. When she saw
him looking at her, she smiled and gave him a little wink. Then
she pressed her tits even harder against his arm. "Let's go
inside and sit down," she said.
When they got to the living room, Karen and Professor Wells
were already sitting on the couch. They were discussing the
natural instincts of wild animals.
"No wild animal cam be completely domesticated," Professor
Wells insisted. "And I assure you that Pagan is no exception."
At the sound of his name, Pagan perked up his ears. "Come
here, Pagan," Professor Wells called. Pagan trotted obediently
over to where he sat. Henry Wells began to scratch the wolf behind
the ears.
"I will admit," Professor Wells began, "that this particular
wild animal acts like a big overgrown puppy. But still, I'm
certain that some of his forest instincts remain. Why even man is
no exception. Although we think of ourselves as civilized beings,
far above the animals, it took a zoologist named Alfred Kinsey to
prove that, sexually, man retains the polygamous instincts of his
sub-human forebears."
"I don't exactly understand what you mean, Professor," Karen
said.
Professor Wells smiled. "I mean simply that although man has
supposedly risen above the level of the apes, there isn't a man
alive, or a woman either, for that matter, who can be satisfied
all his or her life having sexual relations with only one mate."
At the professor's words, Jay found himself reddening with
embarrassment. He looked up quickly at Linda Wells and saw that
her eyes were on him. When he looked at her, she quickly looked
down at his crotch and licked her lips. Jay quickly looked away.
Surely, it couldn't be happening that his English teacher was
flirting with him right in the presence of her own husband.
Karen was quick to take issue with the professor's words.
"Well, Professor," she began, "what you say may be true for some
humans, perhaps even for most humans, but I'm sure that many of us
have risen above the level of the base carnality of the apes."
"You assume that carnality is base, my dear," Professor Wells
responded. "I would take issue with that assumption, but this
isn't a classroom. This is a social call. May I offer either of
you a drink?"
"Why thank you very much," Karen said. "Anything will be
fine."
Professor Wells mixed four drinks at a portable bar in the
corner of the room and carried them to where the others sat.
"Thank you very much," Jay said, taking the drink that
Professor Wells offered him. "After this we'll have to go.
Karen's folks are expecting us for dinner, and we don't want to be
late."
"We're expecting guests also," Linda said, "but I'm so glad
that you were both able to drop by, and to give us a chance to
meet Pagan. I think he's a delightful wolf."
"Yes," Professor Wells added. "I must agree that Pagan is
certainly far tamer and far more gentle than I expected him to
be."
A few minutes later, Henry and Linda Wells were escorting Jay
and Karen to the door and waving goodbye as they got into their
car with Pagan and drove off. When they had gone, Henry put his
arm around his wife's waist and drew her to him.
"What do you think?" he asked, reaching up to cup one of his
wife's ample tits in his hand.
"Oh, he'll be easy," Linda said with a laugh. "But I don't
think you're going to have such an easy time with her. She really
seems like a prude. What a shame to hide those lovely boobies
under that tight constricting bra. That poor Jay looks like he's
sex starved. He just brushed his elbow up against my tit, and his
cock sprang up to erection. I can't wait to suck on it!"
"You're going to have to help me with the girl," Henry said.
"And I think she'll be worth all the work that it's going to
take."
"Oh, I'll help you all right," his wife answered. "I wouldn't
mind a piece of that stuff myself!"
About an hour later, when Jan and Artie Nelson knocked on the
door of the Wells house, Linda was still dressed in the same sexy
outfit she had been wearing when Jay and Karen had been there.
Henry had changed into a loose-fitting dashiki, a long gown of
African design. As soon as Linda opened the door, Jan and Artie
bounded into the room.
"Well, here we are," Artie said, "ready for action!"
Henry stepped over to where Jan stood and took her in his
arms without giving her an opportunity to think it over. Jan
Nelson was a little on the plump side, a welcome change from his
petite wife. Of all the couples that Henry and Linda had swapped
with, Henry liked Jan and Artie most of all. As he hugged Jan,
she moved her shoulders back and forth, rubbing her soft, round
tits against his chest. She was wearing faded jeans and a tight-
fitting T-shirt with a peace symbol design on it. Her big round
tits strained at the material, and Henry could feel her nipples,
like two hot coals raking at his chest. He reached down behind
her and cupped the cheeks of her ass in his hands. He kneaded
them vigorously.
Artie smiled at the sight of Henry caressing his wife, and
turned to Linda. "That leech of a husband of yours loses no time,
does he?" he said.
"That's what I like most about Henry," Linda responded. "And
I don't know what you're waiting for. You're letting him and Jan
get ahead of us." She stepped forward and made a playful swipe at
Artie's groin. She could see his cock beginning to harden inside
his pants. The light cotton material of his trousers began to
rise like a circus tent as his cock stiffened.
"For a gym teacher," Linda kidded, "you're awful slow to get
physical."
Artie was a physical education teacher at Monte Bello. His
wife, Jan was an artist, who taught a few art courses, just to
keep busy. Unlike his plump wife, Artie was tall and thin. His
body was well muscled, but wiry, sometimes making him appear
skinny. But all of the boys in his classes knew otherwise, for
Artie Nelson could outrun, out throw, and out jump the best of
them.
Picking up Linda's taunt, Artie stepped forward and lifted
her petite body in his arms, carrying her like a doll. "Which way
to the pleasure palace?" he asked. Then, because he already knew
the way, he began walking toward the room with the waterbed. Jan
looked up from Henry's embrace, and saw her husband carrying Linda
off.
"Hey, Henry," Jam murmured, "you're letting Artie and Linda
get ahead of us. Let's go join them. I love to see that hot
little wife of yours in action."
"Why don't you trot on ahead," Henry said. "I'm going to pick
out some good records to play, and I'll join you in a minute. Go
on. I'll be right along."
Jan walked off toward the pleasure room, unbuttoning her
jeans as she went. Henry went to the record cabinet and began to
shuffle through the albums. When he had selected four records, he
walked toward the pleasure room. But instead of going all the
way, he turned into his bedroom, which adjoined it. There he went
to the wall mirror on the wall which separated the two rooms. He
moved it carefully aside. Behind the wall mirror was a window.
On the other side of the wall was a one-way mirror. By looking
through the window Henry could see clearly into the other room.
Even though he could walk into the other room and watch everything
that was going on, it somehow seemed more exciting to peek through
the one-way mirror, with no one, except perhaps for Linda, knowing
that he was watching.
Henry watched as Linda, Artie, and Jan tussled on the
waterbed. By now all three of them were naked. Artie was lying
on his back, swaying gently with the motion of the waterbed. His
cock stood straight up in the air like a flagpole. The two women
were lying on either side of him, their faces close to his cock.
Henry felt his own cock rising to full erection as he watched his
wife and Jan Nelson move in closer to Artie's prick.
Linda stuck her tongue out as far as it would go, and then
move forward so that its pointy tip made slight contact with the
throbbing shaft of Artie's hard-on. Jan, watching her friend
licking her husband's cock, did the same on the other side. Both
women began licking up and down on the pulsating prick, their
tongues just barely touching the silky-smooth skin. Linda reached
down with one hand and took Artie's balls. She began massaging
them slowly as she and Jan licked his cock. Then Jan moved her
head higher and took the whole head of Artie's cock in her mouth.
She swirled her tongue around the huge rubbery head, whipping her
saliva to a froth which bathed his cock. Some of the warm liquid
trickled down the length of his cock. Linda lapped it up with the
broad surface of her tongue. Continuing to cup his hairy scrotum
with one hand, she reached out with the other and began to stroke
one of Jan's firm round tits.
At the sight of his own wife licking another man's cock while
at the same time stroking another woman's tit, Henry's cock began
to throb. His wife was the sexiest woman in the world, and when
he saw her in action with other people, it drove him wild. He was
torn between the desire to continue watching and the desire to run
inside and plunge his cock into the first warm pussy he could
find. But he just couldn't tear himself away from the window.
Now Linda turned and straddled Artie's face, bringing her hot
pussy within inches of his mouth. Jan moved away from her
husband's cock, making room for Linda. Linda leaned forward and
took Artie's entire cock into her mouth. As she did so, she
lowered her cunt until she could feel Artie's hot breath against
her moistening pussylips. Henry could see Artie raise his head so
he would be in better position to lick Linda's cunt. Jan was
moving slowly around in a position behind Linda. Just as Artie's
tongue made contact with the wet opening of Linda's twat, Jan
leaned forward and placed her lips against the tight opening of
her asshole.
Linda began to writhe as she felt both mouths touching her at
the same time. The exquisite sensation was almost more than she
could handle. The two tongues were like living things with minds
of their own. She felt Artie's tongue licking up and down the
length of her dripping-wet cuntal slit. At the same time, Artie's
wife's tongue began to jab teasingly at her asshole. Only the tip
had worked its way between the tightly puckered brown lips of her
anus, but Jan was waggling the pointy pink muscle from side to
side, while driving it deeper.
Henry's cock was achingly erect. He watched as Artie
Nelson's tongue skewered its way into Linda's pussy. Linda seemed
to be lowering her body, bringing her hairy pussy mound into
contact with Artie's face. Artie was making some kind of motion
with his tongue that was making Linda hump her hips high in the
air, but each time she did so, Jan's tongue drove deeper into her
tight brown asshole, causing her to push her cunt down onto
Artie's tongue again.
At last Henry could stand it no longer. Stripping his
dashiki from him as he went, he fairly ran into the other room.
"Hey," he called, "make room for me!" Nude, he threw himself
onto the oversized waterbed, crawling around behind Jan. Jan was
on her hands and knees, busily licking Linda's asshole. Her own
ass waved in the air like a flag. Henry held her hips like
handles, and raised her ass still higher in the air. Then, still
holding on to his fleshy handholds, he leaned forward and brought
his lips against Jan's chubby ass.
Henry began kissing and nibbling at Jan Nelson's fleshy
asscheeks. With each kiss, he brought his lips closer to her
tightly puckered asshole. It seemed to writhe with a life of its
own, as though Jan knew that Henry's tongue would soon be doing to
her exactly as her tongue was doing to Henry's wife.
And then his tongue found the mark. He began to lick Jan's
asshole as if it was a lollipop. Jan moaned and began slaving
even harder at Linda's ass. Linda pushed her ass back hard
against Jan's lapping tongue, at the same time sucking even harder
and more lovingly on Artie's dick. Artie responded by pursing his
lips around Linda's clit. He puffed a gentle blast of hot air
against it. Then he began sucking on the throbbing pleasure
button.
Linda moaned and made a circular motion with her hips. By
now Henry's tongue had worked its way deep into Jam's asshole.
Jan worked her ass back at him, trying to get even more of his
tongue inside her. But Henry suddenly pulled his tongue out. For
a moment, Jan's asshole remained slightly open, the sphincter
muscle reluctant to close the passage which Henry had just opened
with his tongue. Before the taut brown lips had a chance to
close, Henry got to his knees behind Jan.
Jan, sensing what Henry was about to do, became even more
excited than she had been up to this point. She started to drive
her tongue, cock-like, in and out of Linda's asshole with a steady
rhythm. Then Jam felt the hard swollen tip of Henry's cock
pressing urgently at the lips of her own asshole. Although the
tight slit still hadn't closed up completely, Henry's cock was
much too big for the puckered opening. He pushed forward with the
full force of his hips, the head of his prick pressing against the
surface of the lips. Then, the edges of the hot hole began to
turn inward, yielding to the steady pressure of Henry's cock.
Henry worked his hips from side to side as he drove his cock
forward. Slowly, millimeter by millimeter, he worked it into
Jan's tight dry asshole. The unlubricated inner walls puckered
and tugged at the smooth skin of the plunging cock. But onward it
drove. Now almost half of the throbbing tool was buried in the
hot channel of Jam's asshole. And then, with a heavy hump of his
hips, Henry heaved his hard-on home, to the hilt. Jan moaned in a
combination of pain and pleasure as the fat prick parted the walls
of her asshole. For a moment she broke the rhythm with which she
had been mouthing Linda's ass. Now Artie had his arms wrapped
around Linda's thighs, and was using them to hold his head high
off the mattress. His mouth was glued to the sweet, hairy slash
of Henry's wife's pussy. He was lapping furiously, his mouth
filling with the spicy aromatic juices of the petite blonde's
cunt. As he drove his tongue deeper, Linda swallowed more of his
cock. Their bodies heaved and writhed in the traditional sixty-
nine position, while, on the same bed, Linda's husband was fucking
Artie's wife in the ass.
By now, Jan had broken away from Linda's asshole. Instead,
her face was pressed flat against the mattress. This pointed her
ass upward at a sharper angle, and spread the cheeks even wider.
Henry's pubic hair was tickling her smooth asscheeks as he drove
his rock-hard prick in and out of her asshole. Jan was throwing
her ass back at him to meet each of his forward thrusts. With one
hand she reached down and began rubbing her own pussy. Then,
shoving her hand between her thighs, she took Henry's balls in her
hand and caressed them lightly. After a moment of this, she again
returned the hand to her own pussy.
Henry moaned when he felt the touch of Jan's tender fingers
on his hairy scrotum. He opened his eyes wide to watch his wife
sucking Artie Nelson's cock while Artie tongue-fucked her to a
state of near-insanity. He felt his own cock swelling even more
at the sight.
"Linda," he called softly. "Can you see us? I've got my
cock all the way up Jan's ass. And it feels so fine. Jan's got a
nice round plump soft ass, and I can feel her cheeks pressing
against me. And Jan's stroking my balls."
As he spoke, he reached around under Jan and took her big
soft tits into his hands. They were hanging down, and were big
enough to practically touch the mattress. He tweaked her nipples,
rolled them between his thumbs and index fingers. As he rolled
them, they hardened to erection. He felt her tight asshole
closing around his cock as he drove in and out like a piston. Now
Jan was holding his balls in one hand and her own cunt in the
other.
Linda had her mouth wrapped completely around Artie's stiff
prick while she held it in one fist. She moved her hand in the
same direction as her mouth, keeping her knuckles just a fraction
of an inch away from her lips. As she moved her head upwards,
dragging her warm soft lips along the length of the shank of
Artie's cock, she pulled upwards with her hand. Then she moved
her hand downward, at the same time swallowing as much of the
throbbing cock as her mouth could hold.
She felt Artie's tongue swabbing spiraling circles around the
pea-sized button of her clit. Then it dipped lower once more, to
plunge the depths of her pussy. She felt as though he had climbed
inside of her and was using his whole body to bring her pleasure.
His tongue seemed to touch every part of her inner cunt at once.
The feeling was exquisite. She could feel the suspense of a
building climax. Wanting to be sure that Artie came at the same
time as she did, she redoubled her efforts on his prick. As her
bobbing head fucked him, she swirled her tongue from side to side,
bathing his entire cock in her hot saliva. Then as her head moved
up, her hand smeared the liquid all over his shank. When her head
reached the top of the upstroke, she held only the bulbous head of
his prick in her hot mouth.
She moved her tongue around and around the thickly swollen
head, sucking at the drops of lubricating fluid which oozed from
the hole at the tip. Each pearly drop was like nectar which she
swallowed greedily. Then, with a swift downward motion of her
head, she once again swallowed the entire length of his pecker.
She could hear Artie groaning into her cunt as she sucked him off.
And she heard other sounds of pleasure also. She was sure that
Henry and Jan were also nearing their orgasms. It would be
beautiful if they all came together.
She rotated her hips, bringing her cunt into contact with
Artie's nose and chin as he continued to tongue-fuck her pussy.
The wetness of her pussy was engulfing his whole face. He could
taste the sweetness of her juices changing. They were becoming
more piquant. The consistency was like honeyed syrup. He lapped
greedily at it. Knowing that his wife was getting fucked in the
ass by Linda's husband, at the same time and on the same bed that
he was eating Linda's cunt and she was sucking his cock, was
making the whole scene surrealistically super-erotic. He almost
felt as though he wouldn't be able to live through the orgasm that
was building. He sucked even harder at Linda's hair-covered cunt.
Jan could see her husband slaving at Linda's cunt. The
exciting sight affected her like no fuck-movie ever could. She
knew exactly what her friend Linda was experiencing, because Artie
had eaten her the same way, many times. She watched as Artie
whipped his head from side to side, while his tongue lapped at the
flowing juices of Linda's pussy. And, at the same time, she saw
her husband's beautiful prick buried, almost to its hairy base in
the sweet sucking mouth of her friend. She could hear the sounds
of pleasure gurgling deep in her husband's throat. She hoped that
Linda was sucking him good. And she was sure that she was,
because she and Linda had sucked Artie's cock together many times,
and she had seen Linda's technique. And Artie had told her that
he liked Linda as a sex partner better than anyone except Jam
herself.
She found herself hoping that Linda was doing some special
exotic things to Artie's cock. She knew that as soon as she and
Artie were in bed at home alone, he would tell her about
everything that Linda had done to his prick. Sometimes they would
play a game which involved Artie telling Jan about another woman's
technique, and Jan trying to imitate it. She was also looking
forward to telling Artie about how it had felt to have Henry's
throbbing cock shoved deep into her tightly clutching asshole.
She felt the stiff cock driving deeper and deeper as Henry
moved toward his climax. She whipped her own fingers around
quickly inside her pussy, churning her flowing juices to a thick
froth. Her other hand kneaded and stroked Henry's hairy scrotum,
encouraging his load to begin the long trek toward his cockhead,
and from there into her asshole. She felt as though she would be
popping her rocks any second now, and she hoped that they would
all get off at the same time.
"Oh, Henry!" she said, loud enough for Artie and Linda to
hear her. "Your cock feels so beautiful up my ass! Keep humping!
Don't stop! I feel it coming! Ah, Henry, fuck my ass! It feels
so good!"
Although Henry needed no further encouragement, Jan's words
had a powerful effect on him. He knew that Linda and Artie could
not help but hear her pleas, and the thought of his own wife
listening to the sounds that he and Jan were making as he fucked
her in the ass was driving him up a wall. As he humped forward,
driving his cock to the hilt once more in Jan's tightly clasping
asshole, he looked over at his wife. She was on her hands and
knees, her pussy glued to Artie Nelson's mouth. Her head was bent
forward, and Henry could see Artie's cock sliding in and out of
her mouth as if it was a cunt. He saw the entire length of
Artie's shaft as Linda's head moved up, and then he watched as she
swallowed it again. Inch by inch, Artie's big cock disappeared
into Linda's avidly sucking mouth.
The sight of his wife doing a sixty-nine with another man,
while he himself was fucking the other man's wife in the ass, gave
Henry a perverse kind of excitement. He and Linda would also
discuss their experiences later when they were alone, but for
Henry, the best part of swapping was watching Linda perform with
other people.
Henry felt his cock swelling to even greater size. He looked
down to see the tight lips of Jan's puckered brown asshole
stretching even more tautly around his prick. He rammed forward
with all his might, feeling his jungle of curly black hair flatten
against the soft fleshy cheeks of Jan's plump round ass. Then he
pulled back, watching the lips of her asshole turn inside out as
the inner walls of her rear channel followed his prick out on the
backstroke.
Henry started to shove forward again, until about an inch of
his throbbing cock was swallowed by Jan's asshole. Then he pulled
back again, until no more than the mushroom-shaped cockhead
remained inside the hot cavern. He heard Jan gasp in
disappointment since his motion had prepared her to be skewered.
Then, before she had a chance to recover from the shock which his
feint had caused, he did ram forward.
Jan grunted in surprised satisfaction, and the grunt opened
the floodgates. The sound of her grunt triggered Henry's orgasm.
The first hot jet of come spurted uncontrollably from the tip
of his driving cock. Then another followed. And another. A
tension was building inside his balls from which it seemed there
could be no relief. His cock contracted and spawned violently as
it pumped burst after burst of white-hot gism into Jan's waiting
asshole.
Henry began to moan. "Oh, Linda, I'm coming! I'm pumping my
hot load of come into Jan's ass! Oh, Linda you should see it!
Jan's asshole is filling with my come! It's oozing out around my
cock and running all over her ass. Now I'm rubbing it in with my
hands. I'm smearing my come all over her cheeks and her back.
And Jan is going crazy! Her hand is squeezing my balls and
forcing me to shoot more gism into her ass! Oh, yes, Jan, do it!"
Jan had felt Henry's swelling cock getting ready to shoot its
load. She fingered her clit with urgency. At the feel of the
first hot burst, her own orgasm began. Her clit was like a
volcano, getting hotter, and swelling even bigger, until at last
the eruption started, deep inside the chasm of her hotly churning
pussy. Her juices flowed like lava as a thin trail of Henry's
cock-juice trickled from her asshole, wetting the lips of her
pussy. Her own juices began to flow copiously, mixing with
Henry's and running out over her cuntlips and in streams and
rivers down her straining legs, wetting as the sheet in two stains
that spread rapidly from her knees.
Jan's moans mingled with Henry's words and reached Linda's
ears as a symphony of sexuality. She could see nothing but Artie's
cock and the hair of his balls, but in her mind, she saw Henry
fucking Jan's ass like a rutting animal. Linda well knew the
tightness of her friend's back passage, since she had put her
tongue in there and licked and sucked it on more than one
occasion. She could envision the tight lips turning pale as they
strained to stretch around the girth of Henry's prick. She could
see the soft round cheeks opening and closing as Jan moved her
body forward and back like a bitch in heat.
She felt Artie's tongue lapping furiously at her cunt,
sucking on the inner flesh, the outer lips, and her clit,
seemingly all at once. She sucked harder on Artie's prick, as her
own orgasm began to wash over her like a tidal wave. Her mouth
was filled with Artie's meaty cock and so all she could do was
grunt unintelligibly as she felt wave after wave of pleasure
following in the wake of the gigantic burst of orgasmic
fulfillment set in motion by Artie's tongue, combined with the
sounds that her husband and Artie's wife were making. She let
Artie's cock pop from her mouth just long enough for her to
announce, primarily for the benefit of her husband, "I'm coming!"
Then she began sucking on Artie's prick again.
Artie felt the cool air of the room wash over his cock and
heard Linda's desperate exclamation. Now all three of the others
on the bed were coming. He had been right at the brink when Linda
had let go of his cock. Then, when he felt her take it into her
mouth again, he could no longer contain his orgasm. As soon as
her lips made contact with the tip of his prick, the first spurt
of come sprayed the inside of her mouth. Linda began swallowing
almost immediately, savoring the flavor of Artie Nelson's orgasmic
fluids.
Artie continued sucking at her sweet, flowing pussy, but all
his attention was riveted on his prick. He could feel the action
of Linda's throat muscles as she sucked on his cock, and as she
worked furiously to swallow every drop of hot juice which he could
pump into her. The air of the room was filled with sobs and moans
as all four of the orgiasts came together, the mutual orgasm
building to a crescendo of sexual sounds, and then slowly dying
down as each reached the end of his/her climax. Together they
slid down the chute, until, satisfied, all four lay puffing and
panting, side by side on the fiercely undulating waterbed.
When all had calmed down again, Artie broke the silence.
"Whew!" he said. "That had to be the best yet!"
"Terrific!" his wife responded. "Terrific."
"Now, I'd admit it was pretty good," Henry said smugly, "but
I have a feeling that the next time we get together it is going to
be even better."
Linda just smiled a knowing smile, but Jan could not contain
her curiosity. "Why do you say that?" she demanded. "What has
Henry got up his sleeve?"
"Well, I don't want to spoil the surprise by saying too much,
but Linda and I met some folks today that you're simply going to
love. It's going to take some work, but I think Linda and I will
be able to get all three of them for our next little get-
together."
"Three of them?" Artie said.
"Well," Henry said, smiling slyly. "One of them has four
legs. But I think I'd better save the rest for a surprise.
Chapter 4
After Jay and Karen had finished eating lunch together in the
school cafeteria on Tuesday afternoon, they went off in separate
directions. Karen had a class at one end of the campus, and Jay
had to report to Mrs. Wells' office for a work conference at the
other end. Before they parted, Karen told Jay which pots to warm
up for supper, since she had a late class and wouldn't be home
until after seven.
Jay went straight to Mrs. Wells' office and knocked on the
door. The work conferences were informal discussions between the
teacher and one student at a time concerning that student's work.
Jay was a little uncertain about how to act with Mrs. Wells, since
he had been at her home just the other night.
"Come in," she called from inside.
Jay opened the door and went in. Linda Wells was sitting on
the edge of her desk. Her legs were crossed, and she had pulled
her short skirt up to her crotch. She calmly adjusted one of the
silver clasps on the black and red garter belt that held up her
stockings. Jay's eyes bulged at the sight of her shapely legs,
and the dark patch of black satin that showed at her crotch.
"I hope you don't mind," she said, without looking up. "I'll
be with you in a minute. These garter belts are a bother
sometimes. I guess that's why no one wears them anymore. No one
but me, that is. But I love the way they feel. And I love the
way they look." She stood up quickly, and, taking the hem of her
skirt in her hand, lifted it clear to her waist. Then, as Jay
watched, open-mouthed, she turned slowly so that Jay could get a
good view of her entire body from the waist down, clad only in a
black and red lace garter belt, black satin panties, and black
stockings. Then she dropped the hem again.
"Don't you?" she continued.
"Huh?" Jay said involuntarily.
"Don't you love the way they look?" Linda said patiently.
"Garter belts, you mean?" Jay mumbled, confused and a little
unnerved.
"All right, garter belts, if you like," Linda said in the
kind of voice one usually reserves for an uncooperative child.
"Yeah," Jay said with uncertainty. "I guess I do like the
way garter belts look."
"But I wasn't really asking what you thought about garter
belts, silly," Linda chided. "I meant my legs."
Now Jay laughed, some of his confidence returning. Mrs.
Wells was just being friendly, trying to keep up the mood of the
other night, he thought. And, she being such a sexy woman, it was
only natural that she would kid around in a sexy way. "I think
your legs look beautiful, Mrs. Wells," he said.
"I told you to call me Linda," she said, moving closer to
him. "And what about the rest of me?"
"I think the rest of you looks pretty good, too," he
answered. Then, almost as an afterthought, he added, "Linda."
"Then why don't you hold me in your arms?" Linda asked,
suddenly pushing her body against Jay's and putting her arms
around his waist. Linda Wells' petiteness was perfect contrast for
Jay's size. Her head reached only to his mid-chest. When Jay felt
her nuzzling against him, he put his arms around her. Then,
almost without realizing what he was doing, he lifted her up so
that they were face to face. Linda wrapped her arms around his
neck and pressed her lips against his. As soon as Jay felt the
soft warm lips of his English teacher pressing insistently against
his own, he felt his cock rising in his pants. He just didn't
know what to make of this. He had reported to Mrs. Wells for a
work conference and here she was in his arms. And they were
kissing each other.
Linda turned her head so that her lips came close to Jay's
ear. She blew gently against it and then began nibbling at the
lobe. "Oh, Jay," she murmured, "I haven't been able to think
about anything but you since Saturday afternoon."
Jay just listened in silent disbelief, trying to unscramble
the thoughts which were racing crazily through his head.
"You're so big and strong and so handsome. Oh, Jay, hold me
tight. Please." Jay held her tighter in his arms, his mind
spinning.
"Have you been thinking about me?" she asked.
Not knowing what else to do, Jay answered, "Yes. I haven't
been able to get a picture of you in those hot pants out of my
mind. At school, I never see you wearing anything but a skirt, or
a dress."
"Oh, Jay," she whispered. "You could see me wearing nothing,
if you like. I'd do anything you wanted. Oh, Jay, hold me. Put
your hand inside my blouse."
Jay half carried her to the leather couch which stood by her
desk and together they fell into it.
Jay continued kissing her while the fingers of both his hands
began to fumble at the buttons of the tight-fitting blue jersey
blouse which she was wearing. When he had opened the top two
buttons, he slipped one hand inside.
She wore no bra so when Jay put his hand inside her blouse,
his fingers came into immediate contact with her soft round tit.
It seemed to roll around inside her blouse as though, on its own,
it was seeking his hand. Linda's entire body was squirming with
the excitement of Jay's caress. Her nipple hardened as the rough
skin of the palm of Jay's hand brushed across its tip. She
reached for his crotch and stroked his pulsating hard-on right
through the thick material of his pants.
"Quick, Jay," she murmured. "Help me get this off." She
started opening the other buttons of her blouse. Jay tried to
help her, but kept tangling his fingers in the material in his
excitement. At last the buttons had all been undone, and Linda
began to shrug out of the blouse. Now she was nude from the waist
up.
Jay took one of her soft round boobs in each of his hands.
His hands were big and her tits filled them both. Even though
they were smaller than his wife's, they had a certain mature
roundness to them which made them even more exciting. Linda sat
on the couch while Jay kneeled on the floor. At first he just
held and rubbed her tits with his hands.
Then Linda put her hands on either side of Jay's face and
drew him toward her. She guided his head to one of her soft white
tits. For a moment Jay just looked at the silky white skin as he
stroked and petted the tender globe. Then, moving slowly, he
placed his lips against the soft surface. Softly, like the
flutter of a butterfly's wing, he kissed her boob, working his
lips in a circle that brought them around the entire globe of her
tit. Then he began to kiss his way closer to her nipple, which
was bright red and swollen with excitement to near bursting.
Then, he sucked the pink button into his mouth. At the touch of
his tongue, Linda sighed a long deep sigh of pleasure.
"Oh, Jay," she whispered. "I knew you'd be dynamite. Oh,
keep on doing that."
Jay sucked on her nipple like a child at his mother's tit,
doing all the things with his mouth that he had always wanted to
do to Karen. Each time he put his tongue in a new place, or
wiggled it in a different way, Linda sobbed or gasped or sighed to
let him know that he was pleasing her. Karen always lay like a
dead fish, never responding except for the other night and the
sounds that Linda Wells was making were arousing Jay beyond his
wildest dreams.
He moved his head from side to side, first sucking on one of
her big red nipples, and then on the other. He felt his cock
straining painfully at his pants, as though, at any minute, it
would rip through the material. He wanted her to hold it again,
as she had been doing before. He reached for one of her hands and
placed it on the swollen mound of his cock. For a minute Linda
stroked it up and down. Then suddenly she jumped back.
"My God!" she said. "What if someone comes in? Oh, Jay,
this is insane. We've got to go somewhere where we can be safe."
She picked up her blouse and began to put it on. "That door isn't
even locked. And I've got to teach a class in a couple of
minutes. Oh, I'm a mess!" When she had buttoned her blouse again,
she began combing her hair.
Jay was flabbergasted. He just stood and stammered and
stuttered. "Er, ah, um, Linda . . ." "Jay," Linda began,
ignoring his consternation, "Where can we go to be alone later? I
want more of you."
Jay remembered that he was supposed to cook dinner. "Karen
has a late class," he said. "She won't be home until seven
o'clock." "Quick," Linda said. "Write down your address. Can I
meet you there in an hour?"
"Sure," Jay said. "I'll cut the rest of my classes."
"Good," Linda said breathlessly. "And I'll try to dismiss my
class early so that I can get there even sooner. My panties are
getting wetter by the minute, and I don't know how much longer I
can hold out." Then, turning out the light in her office and
opening the door, she said, "Come, why don't you walk me to my
next class?" After Jay had dropped Linda off at the English
Building for her class, he hurried over to the parking lot for his
motorcycle. On his way home, he went through three red lights in
his hurry to get there and get things ready. Three blocks from
his house, he stopped at the store for a bottle of vodka and some
orange juice, just in case he needed to get things going, although
it looked like Linda wouldn't be needing any artificial
stimulation.
He parked the bike and ran into his apartment. This was the
most exciting thing that had ever happened to him. His own
English teacher-she had to be at least ten years older than him-
was seducing him. And most exciting of all, he would have her in
the same bed where he and Karen slept. And then, at least, if
Karen went back to being a cold fish, he could dream about Linda
Wells while he stuck his prick into his wife's cold cunt for a
quick one.
Pagan, who had been sleeping in the middle of the living room
rug jumped up with a start when Jay bounded into the room.
"Hi, Pagan," Jay said as he went directly into the kitchen.
He was in a hurry to mix some drinks and to get them into the
refrigerator to cool. But Pagan would not be brushed off so
lightly. He stood by Jay's side and whimpered, until, at last,
Jay stopped what he was doing long enough to pet the wolf, and
scratch his ears. Then, Pagan lay in a corner of the kitchen
floor to watch Jay putting vodka and orange juice into a pitcher
and mixing them together. Jay went to the living room and turned
on the stereo. He picked out enough records to play on the
automatic changer for three hours. He tried to make the music
sexy and hot. He bustled about the living room, picking up things
that had been left lying around, and then ran into the bedroom to
do the same.
As he put away Linda's bras and stockings, which had been
tossed carelessly onto a chair, or the bed, he felt his heart
pounding like a bass drum. His cock was at full erection,
straining at his pants. Just as he was thinking about changing
into something else, the doorbell rang. Out of breath with
excitement, Jay fairly ran to the front door. He tried to compose
himself, but his heart was still pounding wildly when he opened
the door.
Linda stood in the doorway, holding a brown paper bag, and
wearing a smile. She stepped inside quickly, and Jay closed and
locked the door behind her.
"I picked up some supplies," she said, opening the bag. She
took a bottle of vodka and another of orange juice out of the bag
and asked, "Where do I put these?"
Jay led her to the refrigerator, laughing. He opened the
door and took out the pitcher of drinks that he had already made.
"I've already taken care of that," he said. "Now I guess we'll
have to drink twice as fast." They both laughed as Jay poured two
drinks from the pitcher. He handed one to Linda and carried the
other into the living room. Pagan trotted dutifully after him.
"Would you like to sit on the couch and sip our drinks?" he
asked. "To tell you the truth," Linda said, "I'd rather go
straight to bed." With that she began, once more, to unbutton her
blouse. As she did so she looked straight at Jay and licked her
lips seductively.
Jay watched as her buttons opened one by one, revealing first
the cleavage between her big round tits, and then the gentle curve
of the luscious globes. He drained his drink in one gulp. Then
he took a step toward Linda. "Wait," she said. "Which way is the
bedroom."
Jay took her by the hand and led her toward the bedroom. As
they walked, he unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his shirt. In
the bedroom, he shrugged out of his shirt and let his pants slide
to the floor. Then, taking her by the hand again, he moved toward
the bed, dressed only in his shorts. Linda gently shook his hand
free and stood at the foot of the bed while Jay lay down in it.
As Jay watched her, his cock raising the fabric of his
undershorts, she began slowly to strip off her clothes.
First she let the blouse drop to the floor beside her. Then
she began to work at the catch at the side of her skirt. She
opened the top and slowly undid the zipper, all the while looking
at Jay and smiling. Jay was out of his mind with excitement. Then
Linda dropped the skirt and stepped quickly out of it. She stood
for a moment clad only in her black and red garter belt, her black
satin panties, and black stockings. She spread her feet slightly
and shook her shoulders. Her big round tits swayed from side to
side with the motion. When she stood still, her titties continued
to swing from side to side. Jay followed the motion of her
nipples with his eyes.
She put her hands at her hips and tugged at the garter belt,
pulling it away from her body, and then letting it snap against
her. Her skin reddened slightly at the point where the elastic
material slapped at her. Then she leaned forward, her hard pink
nipples pointing at the ground, and undid the clasps which held up
her stockings. She sat pertly on the edge of the bed and lifted
one leg at a time high into the air, rolling the black hose down
her leg. Then she unsnapped the garter belt and pulled it from
her. She stood once more, this time clad only in her brief bikini
panties. She moved toward the bed where Jay lay, his stiff cock
pointing up at the ceiling.
"I left these on for you to take off" she said.
Jay sat up quickly and reached for her panties. The black
material was soft and sensuous. He ran his hands over the satin,
first stroking Linda's hips, then her ass, and then working his
way around to the front. He stroked softly across the cushion of
her satin-clad pussy mound. Then he stroked lower, his fingers
finding the crack of her cunt, where the tight satin material
worked its way inside. The material was damp and warm Jay knew
that Linda must be as excited as he was. He hooked his fingers
into the waistband of her panties and began to pull them slowly
down. When the elastic waistband had been lowered less than an
inch, her soft but dense jungle of blonde pussy fur began to show.
As Jay tugged further on the panties, he leaned forward and kissed
the curly hair. As he tugged the waistband lower, he moved his
head lower, and followed the descending panties with his lips,
kissing his way down to the crack of her pussy.
As his lips moved across her pubic mound, he felt the softly
swelling button of her clitoris, quivering under his
ministrations. He lingered for a moment, licking a gently
expanding circle around the pinpoint of desire. Then he swooped
lower and tasted the sweetness of her cunt. He pulled the black
wisp of material from her ankles and eased her onto the bed.
As Linda lay back on the mattress, she spread her legs wide,
to give Jay full access to her gaping pussy. All of this
seduction had worked her up to a fever pitch, and she hoped that
the lad would be imaginative. She could see, from the bulge in
his drawers that he had a stupendous prick. She hoped that he
wouldn't withhold it for too long.
Jay began licking up and down on Linda's cunt, the thought of
eating this mature woman's pussy right in Karen's bed was doing
fantastic things to his head. His cock throbbed with desire. He
was afraid that he would come even before he got to put it into
his English teacher's cunt, so he continued to lick and lap and
suck at her pussy, hoping to bring her as close as possible to her
own climax.
But at last Linda could stand it no more. She half sat up,
reaching for Jay's cock through the material of his shorts. Then
she began to pull at the waistband of his shorts in am urgent
effort to free his cock. Jay sat up and let her pull his shorts
from him. His cock sprang out to tremendous length, once freed of
the constriction of his drawers.
Linda gasped at the sight of his monstrous cock. "Oh, Jay,"
she said, "you have the biggest and the most beautiful cock I've
ever seen! Oh, hurry and put it inside me! I hope I'm big enough
to take all of it. I've never seen such a big cock!"
She reached for Jay's prick and, using it like a handle,
pulled him toward her. As she did so, she lay once more on her
back and spread her legs wide, trying to open the lips of her cunt
as far as they would go. She pulled Jay on top of her and
inserted the tip of his cockhead between the dewy lips of her
twat.
Jay scrambled to support his weight on his knees and elbows
as he lowered his body down on top of Linda. He felt the soft
lips of her cunt spreading to accept him as he pushed gently
forward with his hips. Then it slipped inside of her. The
feeling was indescribable. He felt the entire head of his cock
engulfed in a wet warmth which seemed to start at the center of
the beautiful blonde's body and to work its way out toward the
surface. The deeper his cock plowed, the hotter it got. When he
had sunk one-third of his prick into her fabulous cunt, he felt as
though he would melt from the delicious warmth. He began to draw
his cock out slowly, until only the head remained within the grasp
of her softly clasping lips.
Then he pushed forward again, this time sinking half the
length of his cock in her warm wonderful pussy. Her cunt seemed
to squirm around him, the walls opening and closing in a series of
rhythmic contractions which tried to suck him in even deeper. He
yielded to the gentle persuasion and lowered his body down until
he felt her nipples raking at his muscular young chest. Then, he
dropped onto her completely, feeling his cock penetrate to her
very core.
When Jay's big cock struck bottom, Linda gasped with
pleasure. This was even better than she had hoped. This twenty-
year-old kid with the big cock was like an amateur violinist
playing on a Stradivarius. Whatever he did felt fine, but she
knew how much better he would be with a little more practice, a
little more training. She resolved to give him all the training
he would need. As he moved in and out with a sawing motion of his
giant prick, Linda rotated her hips first in one direction and
then in the other, bringing the rubbery head of his cock in
contact with every part of her inner pussy. It felt wonderful.
She only hoped he would last long enough for her to get hers. It
felt as though the poor sex-starved kid was going to pop his nuts
at any moment.
When Jay felt Linda screwing her body around in circles
underneath him, he put all his strength into holding back the huge
orgasm which was building in his groin. Then, as she threw her
body up at him with even more vigor, he knew that it was a losing
battle. He tightened all the muscles of his body in a superhuman
effort to delay his climax, but then it was on him. The first
shot trickled past the muscles which had united to stifle it. When
Linda felt the hot trickle of come dribbling into her cunt, she
knew that she had driven Jay beyond the limit of his youthful
endurance. Fortunately, however, youth has its advantages as well
as its disadvantages, and she was sure that the husky football
player would be up for another round before long. She went all
out to make his orgasm a satisfying one, even though she knew that
she'd have to wait for her own. With a sob, Linda reached down
and grabbed Jay's balls. She put her other hand on his ass and
began to work one finger into his asshole. While she kneaded and
milked his balls, she fucked his asshole with her finger. All the
time she was sighing and sobbing and conveying her pleasure to Jay
in every possible way.
"Come, baby, come," she said soothingly. "Don't stop it.
There's plenty of time for another. And it feels soooo gooood!"
She continued crooning in his ear while Jay pumped spurt after hot
spurt of searing gism into the waiting cavern of her pussy. She
felt his cock expanding and contracting as it shot its precious
load of fluid into her cunt. Then, the spurts began to taper off
and she felt his cock beginning to relax. The river of semen
trailed off to a gentle ooze and she felt the giant sledgehammer
cock shrinking and shriveling inside her.
Jay's breathing slowed to normal again, and at last,
completely sated, he rolled off Linda and lay next to her on the
bed. "How was it?" she asked him. "Oh, Linda," he said, "you were
wonderful. I'm sorry I came so fast, but I promise I'll make it
up to you."
"Oh, I know you will. In fact I'm flattered that I was able
to excite you that much. I think you're wonderful too." She
picked her drink up from the nightstand where she had placed it,
just a few moments before, and drained it. "Could you get me
another drink?" she asked. "No sooner said than done," said Jay,
springing from the bed. He nearly tripped over Pagan who had been
lying next to the bed all the while. Jay snatched up the glasses
and headed for the kitchen. "You stay here, Pagan, and keep Linda
company," he called as he left the room.
Jay hurried to the kitchen and got the pitcher out of the
refrigerator. He poured some more vodka into it, and then, after
tasting the mixture, added just a dash more orange juice. He
stirred it up some more and poured both glasses full. Then,
because the pitcher was almost half empty, he refilled it,
increasing the strength of the mixture. He felt as though he was
walking on air. He just couldn't believe that this was happening
to him. His beautiful sexy English teacher in his bed, begging him
to fuck her. It just seemed so unreal.
For a moment he thought about Karen and felt a pang of guilt.
But then he remembered her words of the other night: "Sex is for
having babies, not for having fun."
Well, fuck it then. He'd have babies with Karen, but when it
came to having fun, he'd just have to turn to other women. And
what a fantastic start. Linda Wells. What a conquest. Aside from
being one of the most beautiful women he had ever seen, she was
pure sex. He was sure that sex for her was not for having babies.
She was all fun. Everything she did, everything she said was
devoted to getting the most fun out of sex. There was probably
nothing that she wouldn't do.
Jay felt his cock getting hard again as he thought about the
beautiful petite blonde who waited for him, naked, in the next
room. He picked up the glasses and walked toward the bedroom.
When he got to the doorway, he heard the sound of heavy breathing.
He wondered what she could be doing all by herself. Quietly, he
leaned into the doorway so he could see, without letting her know
that he was there.
The sight that greeted his eyes made his breathing stop.
Holding his breath, he stared in disbelief. It just couldn't be.
He had thought that Linda Wells was capable of anything, but this
he had never dreamed of.
Linda was lying on her back on the edge of the bed with just
her upper body, from her ass up, on the bed. Both her feet were on
the floor and her knees were bent at right angles. Her thighs were
spread wide apart. Between her legs was Pagan. His nose was at her
crotch and Jay could see the cool black membrane making contact
with her pussylips as Pagan sniffed. Then, as Jay watched in
disbelief, Pagan stuck out his long pink tongue and began licking
at the already wet flesh of Linda's cuntlips.
At the contact, Jay heard Linda draw her breath in sharply.
"Oh, yes, Pagan," she whispered, "lick my pussy. Lick it like
the wolf you ready are."
As though encouraged by her words, Pagan shoved his nose
deeper into the soft wet membranes of her cunt and began licking
harder. He seemed to like the flavor of her hot, drooling cunt,
still dripping the thick gism which Jay had pumped into her a
short while ago. As Pagan licked and lapped at Linda's soft pink
slash, he moved his hind legs around as though looking for a
foothold on the bedroom floor. The taste of human pussy was
exciting the giant canine, and Jay could see Pagan's prick
beginning to lengthen.
As the wolf licked at the English teacher's cunt, his long
scarlet cock began to protrude from its furry black sheath. The
red cock grew longer and stiffer until it hung like a lance from
the wolf's hairy belly. As he licked he humped his hips forward
and back in the motion of fucking.
Jay walked quietly into the room. He went to the bed and sat
down next to Linda. "You have to be the sexiest woman in the
world," he murmured.
"I hope you don't mind my using Pagan while you were gone,"
she said.
"Mind?" said Jay. "Hell no, I don't mind. I've never seen a
sexier sight in my life." His cock was at full erection and
quivered as he watched his pet wolf licking Linda's blonde, hairy
pussy. Linda reached over and took hold of Jay's cock, at the
same time wrapping her soft, smooth thighs around Pagan's massive
head in an effort to put even more of his long pink tongue into
her slash. "I don't want to leave you out, Jay," she whispered.
"Want to try something groovy?"
"I'll do anything you say," Jay said. "I think you're the
greatest."
"Wonderful!" she exclaimed. "Lie down on the floor on your
back."
Jay quickly did as she instructed. His cock stuck straight
into the air like a telephone pole, quivering in his excitement.
Linda quickly released her grip on Pagan's head and slipped out
from under him. She got to her hands and knees on the floor, her
face just above Jay's cock. Her ass waved like a flag at Pagan.
Already aroused by the smell and taste of the woman's cunt
juices, Pagan walked around behind her. He saw her cunt, wide open
and steaming hot, and instinct took over. The wolf's cock was
extended fully from its protective sheath and waved from side to
side as he moved. Carefully, as though he didn't want to hurt her,
Pagan put his front paws on either side of Linda's back. He lifted
the front part of his body off the ground and mounted her as if
she was a she-wolf in the spring. His swaying prick brushed
against the backs of her soft, white thighs as he moved up higher.
Then she could feel it nosing gently at her pussy.
As soon as Linda felt the pointy tip of the animal's gigantic
cock prying at the lips of her cunt, she groaned and threw her ass
back at him. The pointy cock slipped easily inside her warm, wet
twat. Since the long scarlet rod was tapered down to a fine point,
the wolf had no trouble working it into the small woman's cunt. As
he pushed it forward, the thicker shank forced the lips of her
cunt mercilessly apart, making her wince with pain. But the pain
soon faded as the wolf began a rhythmic back-and-forth fucking
motion.
"Oh, Jay," she moaned, "your wolf is fucking me." Then she
lowered her head and kissed the tip of Jay's prick. She stuck out
her tongue and licked the entire head before opening her mouth and
taking the giant prick inside. She matched the wolf's desperate
rhythm as she bobbed her head up and down, sucking the thick meat
of Jay's muscular prick as though her life depended on it.
Jay felt her teeth scraping gently at the silky-soft skin of
his prick. Her tongue was moving back and forth, washing the full
girth of his cock as she moved her head up and down. Jay had never
imagined that anything could feel so good. He watched as Pagan
fucked his long red prick deep into the cunt of the woman who
threw her ass back at him like a crazed bitch, all the while
sucking harder and harder on Jay's cock. Jay reached for her
swinging boobs which bobbed up and down with the motions of her
body.
Jay caressed her titties as Pagan filled the air with his
pants and gasps. The entire room smelled of the musty odor of
Pagan's sweat, and his sexual secretions. From the way he was
moving it looked as though he would pump a hot load of thick
animal come into Linda's pussy at any minute. Jay just couldn't
believe that this was really happening. Here he was getting sucked
off by his English teacher while Pagan, his pet wolf, fucked her
right before his eyes.
Linda was beginning to sob in ecstasy, as a signal that her
orgasm was fast approaching. Pagan cried and whimpered as he drove
his slippery cock deeper into the soft wet pink pussy of the
beautiful blonde woman. As Linda sobbed, she sucked harder and
more rhythmically on Jay's prick. Jay felt another orgasm
beginning, deep in the heart of his balls. Then Linda began a
steady rhythmic panting and groaning, and Jay knew she was coming.
At the same time, Pagan humped harder and faster, and whipped his
cock in and out of Linda's body as he began to pump a hot river of
torrid animal gism into the waiting pussy of Jay's English
teacher.
At that moment, Jay's cock erupted like a fountain, pouring a
hot load of joy-juice down Linda's waiting throat. Linda shuddered
and trembled, overcome by the sensation of the two massive cocks
pumping come into her at once, from two different ends. The air
was filled with sobs and groans, whimpers and barks, as the three
rutting creatures of sex covered each other's bodies with sexual
secretions. At last all was quiet, as the three of them lay
panting on the floor, trying to catch their breath.
Chapter 5
When Linda Wells had left Tuesday evening, she had made Jay
promise that they would get together again Thursday night.
Wednesday seemed to take months to go by. All day Thursday, Jay
was nervous and jumpy. When Karen asked him, over dinner, why he
was so touchy, he mumbled something about being nervous about the
football meeting. He had told her that he had to attend a meeting
of the football team on Thursday evening, and that some of the
members of the team were going to be dropped. Karen believed his
explanation for his nervousness, because she knew that staying on
the team meant a lot to him.
After the dinner dishes had been washed, Jay put on his team
sweater and headed for the door. Then, as though as an
afterthought, he returned to the kitchen and kissed Karen briefly
on the lips. It felt strange to kiss his wife goodbye when he was
on the way out of the house to fuck another woman. His knees were
trembling at the thought of fucking Linda Wells right in her own
house while her husband was out teaching evening classes.
When he arrived at the Wells' house, he drove on, and parked
his motorcycle two and a half blocks away, as Linda had told him
to do. He walked quickly back toward the house and knocked
nervously on the door. Karen took her time about cleaning up the
kitchen. She hated to be alone, but as long as she had something
to do it wouldn't be so bad. Pagan wasn't very good company. All
he wanted to do was sleep.
Karen washed the table carefully and then dried it. She
finished drying the dishes and put them away. Then she decided to
see what was on television. There was nothing on but an old
movie. She watched it for about fifteen minutes and then turned
off the set. It was a dull picture. About a young girl who falls
in love with her tutor, an older, gray-haired man. Silly story.
Karen just stared at the blank TV screen as she sat on the
couch daydreaming. She found herself thinking about Professor
Wells. She giggled as she placed him and herself in the movie
which she had just been watching. Actually it wasn't so
ridiculous. He was rather handsome and distinguished. He had a
certain polish and charm which made him a very interesting man.
Karen leaned back on the couch and closed her eyes. She
pictured her zoology professor as she had seen him at home, the
other night; casual, relaxed. He was rather sexy. She shuddered
momentarily at the word. She had found it creeping into her
thoughts more and more lately. She had been thinking that maybe
her upbringing had been wrong. She had been taught to be afraid
of sex, even to be ashamed of it. Up until the other night, there
had been nothing to change those beliefs. With Jay it had always
been push a little, grab a little. Never, until the other night,
had he tried to be tender or gentle with her. The results had
been astounding. She had experienced sensations and feelings
which she had never thought possible.
She felt herself breaking into a sweat as she thought about
the episode the other night. Jay had kissed her all over her
body, and he had put his tongue in places where he had never even
touched her before. And she had held it-his . . . cock. It
had felt so strong and hard. She found her pussy moistening at
the thought of Jay's prick. She wondered if lots of women liked
to hold and pet their husband's cocks. Did Mrs. Wells ever stroke
the professor's cock that way. She wondered what the professor's
prick looked like. Was it as strong and as thick as Jay's?
She tried to picture Professor Wells without any of his
clothes on. The picture was exciting her strangely. At first she
imagined him in a brief red bathing suit. He looked lean and
handsome in a quite respectable way. When she tried to erase the
bathing suit from the picture, she had a difficult time. At first
there was nothing where the red cloth had been in her fantasy
image. Then she began filling in curly black hair. She thought
hard about what Jay's cock looked like and put it on Professor
Wells' body.
She found herself sweating with a heat which seemed to be
coming directly from the inside of her body. Her light cotton
dress was sticking to her, and a moisture that seemed to be coming
from her pussy was wetting her panties. She was a little
frightened, and reached down with her hand to see what it was that
was making her so wet. When her fingertips touched the damp
crotchband of her panties, she jumped as though she had received
an electric shock. The tender lips of her young twat were so
sensitive, that even the light exploratory touch of her fingers
set them ablaze with desire.
She quickly got up off the couch and headed for the bathroom.
The trouble was that it was too hot m here. She needed a nice
cool shower to cool her off and make her comfortable again. On
the way to the bathroom, she unbuttoned the front of her dress.
When she got to the bathroom, she saw her image in the full-length
mirror inside. Her skin was flushed a rosy pink. She could see
the front of her dress gaping open, revealing the pale-blue lacy
material of her bra and her panties. She wore the kind that came
up to her waist, finding the bikini type uncomfortable. Her bra
was conservative, but pretty. The cups were large enough to
contain her beautiful round boobies, but for some reason, her
nipples had hardened, and were outlined against the blue lace.
Thank goodness there was no one to see her in this condition. No
one except Pagan who had followed her from the living room.
She decided to leave the bathroom door open so that it would
be cooler when she stepped out of the shower. She just couldn't
understand why she felt so hot and uncomfortable. She stepped
quickly out of her dress, trying hard not to look at her
reflection in the mirror. But no matter how hard she tried to
stifle her instincts, Karen was a woman. She was drawn
inexplicably to the full-length mirror.
The dampness at her crotch drew her attention to that area of
her body. She looked at herself, feeling satisfied about the way
her body tapered to a small waist and then flared out again at her
hips. Through the pale-blue material of her panties she could see
the dark shadow of her thick patch of flaming-red pubic hair. It
formed a perfect triangle. The moist spot on the material formed
a circle which started at the apex of the furry triangle.
Tentatively, she touched her finger to the wet spot. It felt
a little sticky. She quickly rolled her panties down over her
thighs. Stepping out of them quickly, she picked them up and held
them in front of her eyes. She still couldn't understand why they
were so damp. The wet spot covered the entire bottom part of her
panties. She sniffed them hesitantly. There was something spicy
and sweet about the fragrance. It smelled somehow familiar,
although she couldn't place it. But at any rate, it didn't smell
like there was anything wrong down there. She sniffed again.
Strangely, she felt the nipples at the ends of her soft tits
hardening, and even the soft fabric of her brassiere felt coarse
and rough against the sensitive tissue of her hardening nips.
She reached behind her and unsnapped the clasp at the back of
her bra strap. Her tits, which had been tightly imprisoned in the
cups of the bra sprang forward, carrying the lacy bra away from
her body. But because the cups were full, the bra stayed in
place, covering her tits. She reached for the garment and whisked
it away from her, exposing her tits to the cool air of the
bathroom. Involuntarily, she let the bra drop from her hand Then,
without thinking about what she was doing, she cupped her massive
tits, one in each hand.
They felt so soft and smooth in her hands. She could
understand why Jay was always trying to get his hands on them.
She stroked them softly and gently like Jay had done the other
night. Her eyes were tightly closed. Then, with a start, she
remembered what was happening and opened her eyes. The sight of
her tits being stroked and petted by her own hands embarrassed
her, but she couldn't take her eyes off the mirror.
Then, ashamed of her momentary loss of propriety, she turned
quickly away from the mirror, dropping her hands to her sides.
She stepped quickly into the shower, pulling the sliding glass
door shut behind her. She turned the water on, full force, first
turning the cold on all the way, and then adding only so much hot
water as was necessary to keep the temperature bearable.
For a few moments she stood, allowing the water to rinse the
perspiration from her body. Then she turned the hot water tap to
make a mixture just a bit warmer. She reached for the soap and a
soft washcloth which hung on a hook in the shower stall. Slowly,
while the warm water caressed her skin, she soaped the washcloth,
working up a thick rich lather. Then she began to wash herself,
rubbing the washcloth gently over her neck and shoulders. She
soaped her arms with a slow languid motion. Then she allowed the
warm shower to rinse the soap off.
Then she moved the soapy washcloth toward her swelling tits.
She began to soap the soft white globes, carefully avoiding the
large pink nipples which were hardening again. She soaped first
one tit, and then the other, moving the washcloth in a circular
motion, with the nipple at the center of the circle. She moved
the cloth closer to the nipple with each stroke, but still avoided
touching it.
She moved the soapy cloth slowly up and down in the valley
between her two soft tits, rubbing both boobs at the same time.
Her nipples had become as hard as pebbles, and had begun to ache.
Wanting to do nothing more than relieve the ache in her nipples,
she began to swab the warm lathered washcloth around them one at a
time. But instead of relieving the ache, as she had intended to
do, she found that her action was increasing it. Tentatively, she
took one nipple between her thumb and forefinger and rolled it
back and forth. It felt good. Somehow, as she rolled and tweaked
the big pink bud, she felt a tingling sensation in the lower part
of her body. It seemed to be coming from the slit between her
legs.
She continued to roll her nipple between her fingers, while,
with the other hand she began rubbing the washcloth up and down
the length of her cuntal slit. At first, she tried to devote
herself only to washing herself thoroughly and efficiently. She
brought the soapy cloth down the length of her slit and then back
around under her to wash her asscrack. Then she brought it
forward again to swab at her sensitive slit.
But as she brought the cloth up again, the lips of her cunt
seemed to be opening up to receive it. She felt them spreading
slowly apart, and worked the warm cloth between the lips to wash
the hotly sensitive flesh of her inner cunt. It felt wonderful,
and so she continued to work the soapy cloth up and down inside
the slit. By now she had dropped her other hand from her nipples
and was running it through the wet jungle of red hair which
surrounded her cunt. She picked up the soap and began soaping the
dense patch of fur. With the corner of the soap she nudged gently
at her quivering little clit, which had hardened and was demanding
attention.
Her eyes were tightly closed, and as she rubbed her pussy,
she found herself returning her mind to her earlier vision of
Henry Wells. She pictured him standing on a beach in the brief
red bathing suit which she had imagined for him. Then, as she
watched him in her imagination, he bent over and started to remove
the suit. As he pulled it down, she saw his thick black pubic
hair revealed a little at a time. Then there it was-his prick.
Now her imagination altered it a bit. It was longer than Jay's
and thinner. And it seemed to be covered with a thick coat of
black hair.
As she watched, his cock began to harden, and its tip, pink
and wet, began to extend from the furry sheath. She realized
briefly that she was mixing Pagan's cock up with Professor Wells',
but it didn't matter. She had rolled the washcloth into a tight
little cylinder, and was trying to ram it up inside her pussy.
She squatted slightly, pulling the lips of her pussy even further
apart.
She began to grind her hips forward and back as she worked
the rolled washcloth deeper into her slit. She could feel the lips
parting to accept it, but still it wouldn't go all the way in.
With her left hand she rubbed her pubic mound around in little
circles. Then, using the fingers of her left hand, she parted the
lips of her cunt even more, making room for the roll of soapy
cloth to penetrate. She worked about an inch and a half of it
into her pussy, twisting and turning it as she did so.
Then she began to push it in and out with her right hand,
while with her left she began, once again, to stroke her big tits.
She was lost in the sheer pleasure of the sensations she was
giving herself. Gone was all thought about shame, or about right
and wrong. She could think of nothing except finding new places
to touch, new things to stroke. She continued to flash on the
vision of a nude Professor Wells. Now, he held his swollen prick
in his hand. He was jerking it up and down in the same rhythm
that Karen was using to fuck herself with the washcloth.
She felt a tension building up inside of her. She was sure
that she was about to experience that same orgasmic release which
she had felt the other night when Jay had fucked her so tenderly.
She wasn't sure if she wanted it to happen. She realized with a
return of the shame that she had experienced earlier, that she was
masturbating. She had always been taught to think of masturbation
as "self-abuse", a sinful and disgusting practice. But this
didn't seem disgusting in the least. Then she felt the first wave
about to begin. With a moan, she pulled the cloth from her cunt.
"No!" she said aloud. She quickly rinsed the soap from her
body and turned off the water. Even though she felt a kind of
depressed frustration, she was glad that she had been able to stop
herself before going through with her sinful act. She stepped
from the shower and dried herself quickly with a thick towel,
trying not to linger at the sensitive skin of her tits, or the
still-tingling pleasure center at her crotch.
She gathered up her dress and her underwear from the floor
where she had dropped them earlier, and padded, barefoot, into the
bedroom. Pagan trotted alongside her. When she stretched out
naked on her bed, Pagan lay on the floor at the foot of the bed.
Karen still felt uncomfortably warm, so she didn't cover herself.
For a moment she just lay still, staring at the ceiling, her mind
a blank. Then she found her attention turning once more to her
handsome and dignified zoology professor.
This time he appeared to her as he appeared in his classes
each day. He was dressed in a suit and tie, with a brightly
striped shirt. But in her fantasy, she was the only student in
the class. The professor was writing on the blackboard, and then
he suddenly turned to Karen. Grinning lewdly, he shrugged off his
jacket. Karen's eyes were shut as she imagined him pulling off
his tie and unbuttoning his shirt. Then he unbuckled his belt and
let his pants drop to the floor, stepping out of them. He stood
in nothing more than a brief pair of red undershorts. Then he
peeled these too from his body.
Karen tried to shake off the fantasy, knowing that it could
not help but lead her to more self-abuse, but found that she
couldn't. Instead of her controlling the fantasy, she found that
it was controlling her. She tried to think of Jay, but found the
mental image of her professor, standing totally nude before her,
impossible to lose. His cock was stiff and hard and pointed
straight at her. It looked strong and mighty. But, as before,
there was something bestial about the vision in her daydream, her
professor's prick was furry. A red tip showed from inside the
black furred sheath. As she reached up, almost involuntarily to
stroke her tits again, the red prick began to thrust forward,
coming out of the sheath.
Karen felt her breathing becoming labored. She moaned
softly, and one of her hands crept slowly across her silky-smooth
skin, making its way toward her hairy cunt. She let her
fingertips trail gently over the curly red hair covering the
raised mound above the moistening slit. Her middle finger found
the moist slash of her pussy, and began to swab up and down
between the lips, picking up the thick moisture which was
collecting there and spreading it around her crotch.
She spread her thighs wide, opening her cunt even wider, so
that she could insert two fingers. She scissored them back and
forth as they plunged in and out of her cunt, which was becoming
wetter by the minute. Curious, she took her wet fingers out of
her pussy and brought them to her nose. She sniffed tentatively at
them. The sweet spicy smell had returned. Without even thinking,
she held the fingers a little lower, bringing them near her mouth.
She stuck out the tip of her tongue and licked gingerly at the
glistening beads of moisture which her fingers had carried from
her cunt.
The sweet pungent flavor of her cuntal secretions excited her
even more. She squeezed the lids of her eyes even more tightly
shut, as though trying to hide, even from herself, the shame which
she felt. Her nipples ached with swollen desire as the mental
image of a nude Professor Wells returned to her feverish mind. He
was licking his lips lewdly as he held his bestial cock in his
hand and jerked it up and down.
To ease the ache in her nipples, Karen stroked them gingerly
with the tips of her wet fingers. Then she returned her fingers to
her pussy and plunged them in and out again. She returned the wet
fingers to her tits and rubbed the thick moisture of her cuntal
secretions around and around the erect points of her nipples. The
thick wetness felt soothing and good, and she returned her fingers
for another supply of the ooze. As she plunged them in and out,
she felt the sexual tingling which had begun, spreading throughout
her young body.
Now, without even trying to block it, she was concentrating
on her vision of Professor Wells jerking off. She drove her own
fingers rhythmically in and out of her pussy as she, too, jerked
herself off. It was almost as though her fantasy of the dignified
and handsome professor masturbating had been conjured up to
justify, in her own troubled mind, her desire to finger herself to
pleasure.
As she fucked herself with her scissoring index and middle
fingers, she moaned softly. Every now and then, she brought her
fingers to her mouth and licked off the sweet-tasting secretions
of her pussy. Or she rubbed it in gentle little circles around her
nipples. Her moans were becoming louder and more rhythmic.
Pagan, who had been lying at the foot of the bed, looked up
when he heard Karen's moans. He sniffed the air thoughtfully,
trying to identify the familiar aroma which he detected. It
reminded him of something he had smelled the other day, but he
couldn't remember what it had been. Domestication had, perhaps,
dulled his senses a bit. He rose and trotted over to the side of
the bed to investigate. Karen, her eyes still tightly shut and
still lost in a reverie of her masturbating professor, was unaware
of Pagan's presence. Pagan sniffed his way toward Karen, trying to
locate the source of the aroma. He sniffed at her tits, where she
had been rubbing the juices from her pussy. There it was. Pagan
sniffed closer, and then extended his tongue for a sample taste.
It was just like the smell he had smelled the other day, right
here in this same place. His long cock began to stiffen within
its furry sheath.
Pagan began to lap with his rough pink tongue at the swollen
buds of Karen's nipples, which by now had been thoroughly smeared
with cunt-juice. At the first searing contact, Karen shuddered
with pleasure, not opening her eyes for a second. In her reverie,
it was Professor Wells who licked on her nipples. She rubbed her
pussy more vehemently, while with her other hand she reached for
the professor's furry cock.
As Pagan felt Karen's hand running along his belly in search
of his cock, he moved in closer to the bed. He continued to lick
first one nipple, then the other. Under his hot licking tongue,
both nipples hardened even more, to hot little points of desire.
He licked his way around them until each of her two big white
swollen mounds of tit-flesh had been thoroughly soaked by the
action of his tongue. Karen had somehow become a mindless sex-
kitten, all consciousness lost to the ecstatic sensations which
she was feeling for perhaps the first time in her life. Although
some part of her knew that it was Pagan, the wolf, and not Wells,
the man, who was with her, she managed to block it completely from
the part of her mind which continued to function. As she ran her
searching hand along the underside of Pagan's muscular belly in
search of his cock, her mind focused only on a vision of her
handsome professor, making tender love to her on the desk in the
classroom.
The aroma was strongest just below the wiry patch of fur at
her crotch. Pagan sniffed his way down to the hair-lined slit of
her cunt. There it was. He stuck out his tongue and licked up
and down the length of the glistening slit.
"Oh, yes," Karen moaned. "Oh, Professor!"
Pagan licked hungrily, pressing the broad flat surface of his
rough pink tongue against the sensitive inner flesh of Karen's
reddening cunt. She gripped his prick tightly in her fist and
jerked it up and down with a jerky rhythmic motion. Both the girl
and the wolf were panting uncontrollably, as both experienced
unfamiliar sensations.
Karen placed her feet flat on the mattress, pointing her
knees at the ceiling. She spread her knees apart, opening the hot
wet lips of her pussy. Pagan, his cock swollen with sexual need,
stiffened his tongue and began to plunge it straight into the
tender young pussy which lay open before him. He moved his head
forward and back, fucking the sweet cunt with his tongue,
animalistically. No she-wolf could ever respond to him the way
this tender young human woman was. Her fingertips on his cock
were gentle and at the same time firm. She pulled him off with a
relentless rhythm that bespoke the primitive origins of the human
race. Like a wolf-bitch in heat she sobbed and moaned as his
tongue skewered her tightly drawn cunt, parting the lips and
spreading the deep red walls.
By now the sensations had possessed her completely. Her
fantasy had so merged with reality that she was totally incapable
of functioning on any level other than that of her sexual
daydream. Professor Wells was fervently licking at her pussy while
she stroked his naked cock up and down, bringing him ever closer
to the explosive orgasm which must inevitably follow.
She wanted to feel his hot fluids pumping out onto her hand.
She wanted to rub and spread it all over her skin, as she had with
the warm fluids of her own pussy.
The incessant licking of her cunt was beginning to take its
toll. Her body was rolling about on the bed as though she was
possessed by a demon. She wrapped her thighs around the massive
animal's head and pulled him even deeper into her cunt. Her hand
jerked quickly, up and down, forward and back.
She felt an orgasm building inside her body. She knew that
when the wave broke, it would shatter her like nothing ever had
before. She humped her hips high into the air, pushing her cunt
against the lapping mouth of the feverish timber wolf, smearing
her secretions over his nose and mouth. His tongue probed deeper,
with a kind of dumb intelligence. He licked as though he was
trying to find the very core of her body.
Her hand on his cock was bringing him to the brink of an
abyss which threatened to swallow him. He licked faster and more
furiously. Now her thickly flowing juices had filled her pussy to
overflowing. He lapped them into his mouth, swallowing noisily as
he licked, but her flow was too much for even Pagan's slavering
mouth. Streams of hot sweet cunt-juice oozed from the corners of
her pussy and trickled down her legs, puddling on the mattress
below her ass. She sobbed in uncontrolled ecstasy as the beast's
rough tongue licked the outer surface of her cuntlips, and then
her inner thighs, trying to get every drop of the precious fluid.
Then, when he quickly returned his tongue to her mouth, she moaned
a series of totally unintelligible sounds.
She could feel his cock swelling even more, and she tightened
her grip and quickened her rhythm. Then it began. The thick red
wolf-cock reared back like a bucking bronco trying to throw its
rider. Then the first long hot spurt of thick white gism arced
through the air and landed on Karen's smooth white thigh. She
felt the hot splash of fluid, and jerked even harder on the
animal's spurting prick. Each time she pulled forward on the
throbbing organ, another hot spurt of joyjuice pumped out onto her
smooth white skin. The feeling of his cock flexing each time she
jerked on it was all it took to drive her over the brink.
Her own hot fluids began to gush from the mouth of her pussy,
as though she had been storing them up for this monumental orgasm
for her entire adult fife. As the spicy sweet gism flowed,
wetting her cuntlips with her secretions, the wolf lapped even
faster in an attempt to keep up with the flow of come. He
whimpered as his cock pumped spurt after spurt of thick hot fluid,
and she moaned as his tongue lapped up the sexual secretions of
her body. Their bodies were as one, woman and beast united in
search of pleasure, both acting more out of instinct than out of
conscious decision.
But then, as the orgasmic paroxysms began to subside, Karen
became increasingly aware of her surroundings. The waves of
pleasure continued to pass over her body, but little by little her
consciousness was returning. She was not on the desk m Professor
Wells' classroom, and the handsome zoology professor had not been
licking at her cunt. Instead she was lying naked on the bed in
her own bedroom. She had been masturbating! And it was worse than
that. Pagan! Oh, God, not Pagan! Oh, what had she done?
Her mind was spinning as she opened her eyes and saw Pagan
panting beside her. His nose was wet and slimy from the
secretions of her cunt, and she still held his glistening red
prick in her hand. Her hands were covered with the sticky slime
of his gism, and she realized that she had jerked the beast off
while he licked her pussy. She knew that she should hate herself,
but was surprised to find that she did not. She felt filthy and
dirty, but at the same time, she felt a weird sense of
fulfillment, as though the glory of her orgasm had, in some way,
justified the horror of the act which she had just performed.
Karen moaned again, letting Pagan's shrinking cock slip from
her fingers. If she could only get into the shower, she thought,
she could wash away the traces of her bestial act, and then she
could forget the whole thing. She hadn't been in her right mind.
The things that Jay had done to her the other day had somehow
changed her. She had become somehow more sexual. Her attitudes
had changed. Tonight, all alone, she had abandoned herself to
fantasy and self-gratification. The fact that Pagan had gotten
into the act was really not her fault, and she couldn't blame
herself for it. And it had felt so good, that she was sure it
couldn't be all bad.
Karen got quickly out of bed and headed for the shower. She
let the hot water run all over her for a while and then soaped
herself quickly. She rinsed off the soap and got out of the
shower. She felt strangely relieved and rested. The horror which
she had felt at discovering that her sex partner had been Pagan
had faded. Instead she felt the warm glow of sexual satisfaction.
She couldn't wait for Jay to come home. Naturally she couldn't
tell him about what had happened, but she would show him how
changed she had become and maybe they would have another night
like that night last week.
Just then the telephone rang. Hoping that it was Jay,
calling to say that he was on the way home, she ran to the phone.
"Hello," she said sweetly into the mouthpiece
"Hello, Karen, is that you?" It was a familiar masculine
voice, but for the moment, she just couldn't place it.
"Yes," she said, "who's this?"
"It's Henry Wells," the voice said.
"Why hello, Professor," Karen said brightly. "How are you?"
"I'm fine Karen. But there's something I have to talk to you
about. It's rather important, and I don't think I can discuss it
on the phone. Is there any chance you could drop by at my house
this evening? I won't take up too much of your time."
"Well, I don't know," Karen began. "Jay's at a football
meeting, and I want to be here when he gets back."
"Oh, you'll be home before Jay, I promise you that,"
Professor Wells said. Something about the urgency of his tone
made Karen feel that she should do as he asked
"All right, Professor," she said. "If you think its that
important, I'll come right over. Jay took his motorcycle, so
fortunately I have the car. I guess I can be there within three-
quarters of an hour."
"That will be fine," Henry Wells replied. "See you then."
Chapter 6
Jay's knock was answered almost instantly by Linda Wells.
When she came to the door, she was dressed in a floor-length
hostess gown. It was practically transparent, and Jay could see
that she wore nothing at all underneath it. Her big tits were
dearly visible through the thin material, and Jay could see her
nipples, big and erect, pressing against the ruffled bodice of the
diaphanous gown. He couldn't stop his gaze from traveling to her
crotch, where he could see the shadowy outline of her furry pubic
mound.
Linda took his hand and pulled him quickly inside. "I
thought you'd never get here," she whispered breathlessly,
stepping into his arms. Jay could smell the lightly perfumed
fragrance of her hair as she pressed her body to his. He felt his
cock stiffening in his pants.
"I'm sorry," he murmured, "but it wasn't too easy for me to
get out of the house. Finally I told Karen that I had to go to a
football meeting. I won't be able to stay out too late, or she'll
know I was lying to her."
"Then there's no time to waste," Linda said softly. She
moved her body from side to side, rubbing her hard-pointed tits
against Jay's chest. Jay could feel his cock, stiff and hard,
jabbing at her soft thigh, and it was exciting her. She loved to
be able to excite a man, and this young football player was
something special. He was so naive, and so eager. They had
barely made contact and already his cock was hard and ready for
action. And there was the added fillip of knowing that three days
a week he would sit in her classroom, surrounded by other young
eager students, listening to her lecture on English composition,
and only the two of them would know how intimate they were.
She stepped back quickly, holding both of Jay's hands in her
own. "How do you like my outfit?" she asked.
"I love it," he responded, again unable to tear his eyes from
her hairy twat. "Or, what I mean is, I love you in it."
"And will you love me out of it?" she asked, with a seductive
huskiness creeping into her voice.
"First chance I get," Jay answered.
"Well, what are we waiting for?" Linda said. She led Jay
toward the room with the waterbed. "There's so little time and so
much to do." She opened the door to the pleasure-room and invited
Jay inside with a sweeping gesture of her hand. She flipped a
switch on the wall, bathing the room in a soft blue light. "I'm
sorry, sir," she said jokingly. "The air-conditioner isn't
working. But if you slip out of your clothes, I'll try to find a
way to make it up to you."
Jay began to tremble all over at her words. He simply
couldn't believe that it was about to happen again. She was one
of the sexiest and most beautiful women he had ever seen, and here
she was falling into his arms with no effort at all on his part.
"I think I'll need some help getting out of my clothes," he
said. "Do you think you can oblige me? I'm a big tipper."
Linda could see that Jay was trying to cover his nervousness
by joking with her, and that excited her all the more. This young
man was obviously so inexperienced that he just wasn't sure of
what to do or say. But his strong young cock made up for his lack
of experience. She felt her pussy growing moist as she looked at
the rising bulge at the crotch of his pants. Without a word, she
stepped forward and reached for the zipper of his fly. Linda
quickly unzipped it.
His pants gaped open, pulled by the pressure of his long
stiff hard-on. Linda deftly reached inside and pulled out his
cock. It was thick and muscular. She could see one long blue vein
which ran the length of the massive prick, originating in the
curling jungle of his pubic hair and winding its way along the
shank to the swollen bulbous head. The blue vein pulsated
rhythmically, its rhythm matching the rapid beating of his heart.
Jay stood fully dressed, but with his cock sticking out of
his open fly like a flagpole. He felt slightly embarrassed, and
thought for a moment that Linda Wells was, in some way, making fun
of him. But then she stroked the length of his cock softly with
just the sharp points of her fingernails. At the contact, the head
of his prick swelled still more, and its color began changing from
red to a deep purple.
Then Linda unbuckled his belt and unsnapped his waistband.
His pants fell around his ankles. She dropped to her knees in
front of him and leaned forward. She pursed her lips in an
exaggerated kissing gesture and kissed lightly at the throbbing
purple cockhead. Then, taking his ankles in her hand, she lifted
his feet, one by one, out of the pants. With one quick motion she
pulled his undershorts down the length of his hairy muscular
thighs and kissed his prick once more as she pulled the shorts
from his feet. Then she rose to her feet once again. She stood
on her tiptoes and kissed Jay's lips while her hands began to play
with and caress his prick.
"Am I pleasing you?" she asked, her voice trembling with
humility.
"More than I can say," he answered.
"Lie down on the waterbed and I'll please you still more,"
she said. "But first take off the rest of your clothes."
Jay quickly pulled his sweater and his shirt off over his
head. Then, kicking off his shoes, he went to the waterbed and
lay down, completely naked, on his back. His prick stood straight
up in the air. A moment later Linda, still wearing her transparent
hostess gown, knelt at the side of the waterbed. In her hand was
a bottle of body oil. "I think you're going to like this," she
said. "Have you ever had a massage?"
"I've been to steam rooms, and Turkish baths," Jay answered.
"But I have a feeling that this is going to be a little
different."
"I think so," Linda said. She uncapped the bottle of oil and
poured a little of it onto Jay's hairy belly. The oil was warm,
almost body temperature, and Jay hardly felt it touch his skin.
But then Linda's hands were on him, slowly and gently spreading
the oil over his belly and upwards onto his chest. He felt her
hands, strong but gentle, as they rubbed the warm scented oil over
his body. She moved her hands in sensuous little circles, taking
care to cover every inch of his skin with the oil. She began in
the region of his navel, working the oil outward in gradually
expanding circles, until she had oiled his belly, hips, and the
lower part of his chest.
As her hands began to gently knead the area of his pectoral
muscles, he felt his nipples hardening.
This was something he had never experienced before, and at
first he felt embarrassed by it. It seemed like a purely feminine
response, and he didn't want Linda to think of him as anything but
masculine. He looked at her face to see if she had noticed. She
was looking directly at the hardening nipples and smiling.
"So you like my massage?" she asked rhetorically. Her
attitude was so natural that Jay's embarrassment left him
immediately. She continued to rub his chest, making oily circles
around the hard points of his nipples. Then she leaned forward
and, using just the pointed tip of her tongue, licked each of the
hard pink points.
Again Jay was surprised, as he saw and felt her licking his
nipples. He had never thought of such a thing being sexual when
done to a man. Tits were feminine, and he had always thought the
same of nipples. But as her tongue made tingling circles around
and across his hardening nipples he felt his body being suffused
by a sensuous, sexual warmth which he could not, nor did he want
to, ignore. It felt wonderful! His cock was throbbing mightily
as she kept up the titillation of his nipples. He closed his eyes
and moaned softly.
As if in response to Jay's moan, Linda bit gently at each
nipple and then pulled her mouth away. She continued to rub the
oil around and around on his chest. She placed her lips next to
his ear and blew gently as her hands massaged her body. "Do you
like it?" she asked softly. Then, before he could answer, she
thrust her tongue into his ear and licked softly, following the
convolutions of his ear with her tongue, working it slowly inside.
"Oh . . ." Jay moaned. "It feels wonderful."
"That is only the beginning," Linda said. "I'm just getting
started. Wait 'til I get to your cock. You're going to love it."
Jay found himself becoming even more aroused by her use of
the word "cock". Now Linda's hands were working at his belly
again, and his cock was pulsating madly with anticipation. She
poured some more oil onto his belly, filling the indentation of
his navel as if it was a cup. Then she dipped two fingers of each
hand into the puddle of oil and stroked two long streaks that
began at his belly and traveled down the length of his thighs to
his knees.
Then, working with both hands on one thigh, she began to rub
the oil gently into his skin. She moved her hands from side to
side, working her way up from the knee. As she came closer to his
balls, she gently pulled his legs further apart. Jay was wild
with anticipation. He watched as Linda took the bottle of oil and
uncapped it, holding it over his balls. She tipped the bottle
slowly, letting just a few drops of the warm scented oil trickle
out and drip onto his wrinkled scrotum. But then she returned to
his thigh again, letting the oil soak slowly into the skin of his
sac of nuts.
She quickly moved her hands to the other thigh and repeated
the trip from knee to crotch. When she reached his balls, she
again stopped and let a few drops trickle from the bottle onto his
scrotum. Then, as Jay watched, she poured oil onto her hands and
cupped them. She moved toward his nuts, and Jay felt his cock
expanding still more. It felt as though it was about to explode.
She moved her hands to within an inch of his scrotum, and stopped.
Then with a giggle, she moved lower and began to rub the oil onto
the soles of his feet. Her teasing was driving him mad.
Linda could feel the tension building in Jay's muscles. She
didn't want him to pop his nuts too soon, like he had done last
time, but she didn't want to give him a case of blue balls either.
She knew that she would have to stop her teasing soon or the poor
boy would go out of his mind. But watching him squirm with desire
was arousing her in a perverse kind of sadistic way, and she
wanted to prolong it just a little more. While she rubbed his
feet, she began kissing him on the inside of his left leg. She
moved her face along the length of his leg, kissing higher and
higher until she was only millimeters away from his balls. She
hovered over them for a moment, breathing her hot breath on the
sensitive skin of his scrotum. Then she moved her mouth to his
right leg and kissed her way back down to his foot.
But she had decided to torment him no longer. Linda again
poured oil onto her hands. This time, however, she held his
scrotum softly in both her cupped oily hands. At the touch, Jay
let out a long low moan of relieved pleasure.
"Ooooh, I thought I would go mad before you got to it," he
sighed. "But it was worth waiting for."
"Don't worry," Linda said. "I'll give you your chance to get
even. Later."
Linda moved her fingers rapidly, one after the other,
spreading the warm oil over the whole of his wrinkled scrotum.
The sensation was exquisite. Jay was conscious of his whole body
writhing and squirming in uncontrollable pleasure as she stroked
his aching balls. This woman was sensational, he thought. He
watched her as she licked her lips seductively. He had never even
imagined that a woman could take so much pleasure in pleasing a
man. Linda Wells was so different from his own wife that they
were like two different species of animal.
He felt her fingers slipping around his balls as she spread
the warm oil over his sac. His cock was pulsating madly, and
Linda let the tips of two of her oily fingers stray upwards
stroking the base of the throbbing hard-on. Jay could see her
huge round tits moving around inside her diaphanous gown. Her
nipples were hard and pointy and rubbed against the soft material.
"Why don't you take off your gown and let me see all of you?"
he asked, his voice hardly more than a croak.
"I'll have to let go of your balls to do it," she said
teasingly. "Are you sure you can stand it?" Then, with one quick
motion, she stood and pulled the gown over her head, revealing her
naked loveliness to Jay's hungry gaze. As her arms moved upwards,
pulling at the gown, her tits were uplifted, until the nipples
pointed up toward the ceiling. Then, she tossed the gown away
from her and dropped her arms to her sides. Her tits bobbed and
rolled around as they dropped back into place. Jay followed the
movement with his eyes, fascinated by the way the huge globes were
animated with a life of their own.
Linda rubbed her oily hands quickly over her tits, caressing
the pebble-hard nipples with her palms. When she took her hands
away from them, they were shiny with oil. Then she rubbed her
hands quickly, one after the other, across her furry pubic mound.
She fell to her knees once more at the side of the waterbed and
went back to rubbing Jay's balls with her oily hands. She bent
forward, bringing her mouth close to his swollen cock. Jay knew
what she was about to do, and the thought of her blowing him made
him feel as if he would come within seconds. But he resolved to
give a better showing than he had last time. In the bedroom, Henry
Wells hung up the phone and rubbed his hands with glee. It
wouldn't be long now. Things were going exactly according to
plan. Karen Burns would be on her way over to see him and to hear
what he had to tell her. He knew that, even in her wildest
imagination, she could not have any idea of what she would be
hearing and seeing. And, he hoped, what she would be doing. By
now, he was sure, Linda and the Burns boy would be hot at it. Jay
Burns would be oblivious to everything else that was going on in
the house. Henry was dying to peep in through the one-way glass to
see what Linda and Jay were up to, but he had one piece of
business to attend to first. Just a little insurance to guarantee
that Karen would be in the proper frame of mind. He got up off
the bed and headed for the living room. He went to the portable
bar and took out a bottle of vodka. From his pocket he removed a
vial of white powder: Sure-breed, as it was known to zoologists.
Sure-breed was a chemical given to laboratory animals when their
keepers wanted to be sure that they would reproduce. As its name
suggested, the white powder acted like an aphrodisiac to insure
that the female would be receptive to any sexual advance made by
the male. Henry's friends in the biology department had told him
that they could see no reason why Sure-breed wouldn't be as
effective on humans as it was on white mice. In any event, it
couldn't harm the recipient. Henry smiled as he emptied the
contents of the vial into the bottle of vodka. At first the
liquid clouded, but then, as the powder dissolved, the vodka
became clear again. No way to tell what had been added. Henry
smiled lewdly as he put the bottle back into the cabinet. He
couldn't wait to get his hands on those big beautiful round tits
of his naive young student. He returned, quietly, to his bedroom.
Once inside the bedroom, Henry shut the door. He removed all
his clothes and tossed them idly on a chair. Then, thinking
better of it, he rolled them up and threw them onto the floor of
his closet. He didn't want to spoil his dignified image. With
any luck at all, the young Mrs. Burns would be seeing the inside
of this room tonight. Couldn't have her thinking that he was a
slob. He took a pair of white pants from the closet and laid them
on the bed. Next to it he put a purple smoking jacket and a purple
silk scarf. Perfect.
Before dressing, however, he couldn't resist the urge to peek
in on his wife and her young lover. He went to the mirror which
hung on the wall and moved it carefully aside. By looking through
the little window in the wall, he could see right into the
pleasure room. Linda had, of course, left the light on as they
had planned. He could see everything.
Jay Burns was stretched out flat on his back on the waterbed,
his eyes tightly shut. Linda, nude and beautiful, was kneeling
next to the mattress. Her tits were big and round and glistened in
the blue light. It looked as though she had been rubbing them
with oil. Jay's entire body shone with the same oily sheen. When
Henry and Linda had planned the evening's events, they had not
discussed the techniques that Linda would employ in her lovemaking
with Jay. Henry had enough confidence in his wife's abilities as
a lover that such a discussion was unnecessary.
Now it looked like she had been doing some tricks with body
oil. Henry knew well her techniques with oil. He almost envied
the Burns lad. His entire body glistened, and it was obvious that
she had done a thorough job of rubbing him with oil. Now she held
his balls in her hands and was rubbing them softly and sensuously,
while she licked his cock up and down with her tongue. At the
sight of it, Henry's own prick sprang to full erection.
He continued to watch as Linda took the young football
player's prick m her mouth and held it there without moving her
head. She kept up the steady movement of her hands on his balls
while she allowed her mouth to fill with warm saliva, bathing the
young student's cock. At the erotic sight, Henry felt his cock
beginning to throb achingly.
As he watched his wife blowing the Burns lad, Henry reached
down and casually took his own cock in his hand. He liked the
feel of the rock-hard prick, throbbing as he stroked his fingers
up and down its length. While he watched, Linda began to move her
head slowly from side to side. Henry knew that she was rolling
the stiff young prick around in her mouth with her tongue. He
knew well how good it felt to have her sucking and licking every
part of a prick at once, and for the moment, wished that it was he
on the waterbed instead of Jay Burns. But then he thought about
where it would all lead, and lost his envy.
Henry held his own stiff prick in his clenched fist and
squeezed it lightly. He began to jerk his hand up and down. At
first he moved ever so slightly, his hand traveling less than an
inch with each stroke. But then, as Linda's head began to move up
and down, dragging her warm soft moist lips along the entire
length of the shank of Jay's cock, Henry matched her strokes with
those of his hand.
Actually, he liked jerking off. He liked to feel his cock
swelling to meet the strokes of his hand. He liked to feel the
ridges and veins of his own prick as he pulled it up and down,
driving himself to orgasm.
Now as he watched Linda sucking voraciously at Jay Burns'
stiff young prick, he couldn't stop himself from pulling joyously
at his own pecker. While he jerked off, he reached down with his
left hand and cupped his scrotum, which was swinging gently to and
fro. He watched Linda playing with Jay's balls as she sucked
him off. She cupped his hairy sac in one hand and squeezed it
gently, while with the other hand she stroked the base of his
telephone-pole prick. Henry tried to match her motions with his
own hands on his own nuts and cock.
He cupped his balls, feeling both stones clearly outlined
against the thin skin of his sac. He rolled them around in his
fingers while, with his other hand, he continued to pull slowly up
and down on his cock. The thick collar of skin just below the
cockhead moved up and down with the motion of his jerking hand.
He took his hand away from his prick for a moment and held it to
his mouth. He allowed a trickle of drool to ooze from his lips,
wetting the palm of his hand. Then he returned his lubricated
hand to his swollen cock.
As he jerked slowly up and down, he rubbed the warm saliva
into the silky skin of his prick. It felt good and warm, like the
inside of Linda's cunt. He watched her filling her mouth with
another man's prick and imagined that it was her mouth on his cock
instead of his hand. With his other hand he continued rubbing his
balls.
Now he moved his cupping hand lower. As he rolled his balls
around in his hand he moved the tip of his middle finger up along
the back of his scrotum. It snaked between the muscular cheeks of
his ass, seeking his warm, tightly closed asshole. He could see
that Linda was doing the same to the young excited Jay Burns. Her
head moved rhythmically up and down as she fucked his cock with
her mouth. One of her hands stroked his cock in unison with her
sucking mouth while the other was probing for his asshole.
Jay had placed his feet flat against the mattress and raised
his knees into the air so that his asscheeks separated to make
Linda's search easier. Her finger found the crack and slowly, inch
by inch, she was penetrating it. Henry did the same to his own
asshole. The feeling was fantastic. He was watching his wife
making love to one of her students while he was jerking himself
off. He knew that Linda knew that he was watching her. He knew
that Linda was genuinely excited by Jay Burns, but he also knew
that her excitement, to a great extent, stemmed from the fact that
she knew her husband was watching her at play. And both of them
were aware that Henry would soon, if all went well, be sliding his
own anxious prick into the tight little cunt of Jay Burns' big-
tittied wife.
Henry pulled harder and more insistently on his own pulsating
prick. He only wished that there was some way to let Linda know
that he was jerking off as he watched her. He knew that that
would increase her pleasure, thus making her work even harder at
Jay's prick. He had thrust his middle finger into his own tight
asshole as far as the first knuckle. While he pulled his prick,
he rotated his fingertip in tight little circles inside his ass.
It felt wonderful.
Linda had let Jay's cock slip from her mouth, and was holding
it in one hand. The throbbing organ glistened with a mixture of
her saliva and Jay's lubricating fluids. Her head was buried
between his thighs, and Henry could see that she had taken his
scrotum into her mouth. She was sucking gently on it as she
jerked his prick up and down. The sight of it made Henry's cock
pulsate with envy and desire. Henry drove his finger deeper into
his asshole and tightened his grip on his cock. He felt as though
he would come soon, but wanted to hold out at least as long as the
kid in the next room.
Now Linda dipped her head lower. Jay was digging his toes
into the water mattress and lifting his ass high off the surface
of the bed. Linda had brought her head down below his balls. She
reached out with her tongue and licked the wrinkled skin of his
sac. Then, still jerking his cock with her hand, she extended her
tongue as far as it would go and ran its tip along the tight crack
of Jay's ass. Jay shuddered with delight at the erotic contact.
Although Henry couldn't hear him through the wall, he could see
that he was moaning and groaning in pleasure.
An involuntary moan escaped Henry's lips, and he was glad
that the walls of the room were more or less soundproofed. His
finger was buried in his own asshole, the palm of his hand pressed
flat against the hairy cheeks of his ass. As he finger-fucked his
ass, he tickled his balls with his other hand. Then he returned
it to his cock and pulled up and down in long masturbating
strokes. He knew that he would pop his load any minute. To delay
his orgasm, he paused at the top of each stroke, tightening his
grip on his cock and squeezing the shank just below the swollen
purple head. Then he pressed his finger against the tight hole at
the tip of his prick, as if to staunch the impending flow of hot
gism.
In the other room, Jay was writhing and squirming in the
exquisite agony of sexual pleasure as he felt Linda Wells' tongue
driving deep into his asshole. Her hand pulled up and down on his
wet and slimy prick and he felt that he would not be able to hold
out any longer. He was sure that he would not know how to return
to Linda the pleasure that she was giving him. He knew that when
she had finished doing him, it would be his turn to do her and he
was sure that his lack of experience would show. He felt nervous,
but the sheer pleasure that he felt was drowning out the
nervousness. Now he could think of nothing but the circular waves
of delight that were emanating from his groin and spreading to his
entire body. Oh, it felt so good.
Gone was all thought of Karen waiting for him alone at home.
Gone was all feeling of guilt or shame at what he was doing or at
what was being done to him. In his mind there was room for no
thought whatsoever. There was room for nothing but the sheer
feeling of sexual pleasure that he was experiencing. He felt that
he had become nothing more than an animal in heat. He compared
himself to Pagan, rutting mindlessly in the sensuous delight of
the blonde seductress who had performed her obscene acts on the
body of the wolf, and now on his own body.
He wanted to scream in joy as he felt Linda Wells burying her
tongue to the hilt in his tightly clasping asshole. He wished
that there was a mirror on the ceiling so that he could actually
watch what she was doing to him. But he contented himself instead
with closing his eyes tightly and letting his imagination have
free rein. He could see her in his mind, her blonde head between
his spread thighs, his hairy scrotum brushing at her cheek. Her
mouth was suggestively open and her tongue thrust all the way out.
He could see the tight brown lips of his asshole parting to make
way for her probing tongue as she drove it relentlessly in and out
of the crack.
The air seemed to be filled with the sensuous smells of sex.
He could hear the sounds of his breathing, and of Linda's. As
their bodies melted into one. His entire body felt wet and
slippery with a combination of oil, his own hot perspiration, and
Linda's saliva. He could feel her fine blonde hair tickling his
balls and inner thighs as she drove her tongue deeper in and out
of his ass. He knew that his climax was fast approaching, and
that when it came there would be nothing he could do to stop the
hot flow of his fluids. His breath was coming in short gasps, and
he felt as though he had just finished ten hours of football
practice.
"Oh, Linda!" he sobbed. "You're fantastic!"
At the sound of his trembling voice, Linda knew that she had
brought him to the brink of a quivering orgasm. She was sure that
Henry was watching through the one-way glass, and the knowledge
was arousing her even more than the gasps of her young student.
She was performing as much for her husband's edification as for
Jay's. If she knew Henry, he was jerking off right at this
moment. And that she would be to watching him fuck the young
Burns woman. But she knew that Henry would tell her all about it
later, when they were alone. And she was also sure that,
inexperienced as Jay Burns was, he would find ways to please her
when his turn came. And, of course, her secret knowledge would
help to bring her to the height of orgasm anyway.
As she tongue-fucked Jay's asshole, she could feel him
writhing beneath her. She knew that he would be coming any
minute. She jerked more steadily up and down on his throbbing
prick as she drove her tongue even deeper into his tight brown
asshole. The taste and the smell of his ass were exciting her,
and she wanted him to come quickly so that he could get to her.
Then she heard him sobbing rhythmically.
"Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, Linda! Oh, Linda! Oh, I can't hold out
any longer! Oh, Linda, I'm going to come! Oh, Linda, here it
comes! I'm going to come any second! Oh, yes, here it comes
nooowww!"
Henry watched as the first spurts of hot white come pumped
from the tip of Jay's prick and arced through the air, landing on
Linda's soft white back. Gob after gob of hot gism sailed through
the air to splash on Henry's wife, wetting her back and even her
soft blonde hair. At the sight of his pretty young wife being
soaked with the young football player's come, Henry could contain
his orgasm no longer. His hands moved even faster, jerking up and
down on his prick until he, too, began to pump his load of hot
juice. It shot from his cock, hitting the wall and running
thickly down onto the floor. The gism shot forth in a torrent
that seemed as though it would never end.
Then, as Jay's cock began to deflate and shrivel Henry felt
his own orgasm coming to an end. He continued pulling on his
prick until the last drop of hot joy-juice had squeezed out of the
tip, and his cock began to shrink. Then, taking a handkerchief
from a bureau drawer, Henry wiped the thick scum off the wall and
floor. He carefully put the mirror back in place, hiding the one-
way glass.
Smiling a contented smile, Henry Wells began to dress.
Although he had just finished his orgasm, only moments before, he
was already thinking about how fine it would be to slide his prick
into Karen Burns' waiting pussy. He felt his cock hardening
again.
Chapter 7
Karen pulled up in front of the Wells house and shut off the
ignition and lights. She patted her hair into place as she opened
the door and stepped out of the car. She couldn't imagine what it
was that Professor Wells wanted to speak to her about, unless it
had something to do with Pagan. He had said that it was important
and that he couldn't discuss it on the phone. Well, she'd be
finding out in a minute.
The phone call from Professor Wells had disconcerted her,
particularly since it had come right on the heels of her
masturbation. A mental image of Professor Wells had dominated her
thoughts as she had masturbated, and to hear his voice on the
phone right afterwards had been a shock. Somehow, the professor,
and Pagan were closely tied in her thoughts, and this made her
sure that Pagan had something to do with whatever it was that he
wanted to talk to her about. Perhaps he wanted to do some kind of
a study on the domestication of wolves. For some reason, people
in the academic world liked to keep their work hush-hush until
they were ready for publication, and maybe that was why he didn't
want to discuss it on the phone.
As Karen went up the walk toward the door, she took a look
down at herself to make sure that everything was in place. She
had chosen her clothes carefully when she dressed. She wanted to
look her best for Professor Wells. She had chosen a black skirt
that fit her perhaps a bit too tightly. She could feel it
caressing her snugly around her hips and ass. She had put on a
tight-fitting red sweater that buttoned down the front. And for
the first time in her adult life, she had gone out without a bra.
She felt a little self-conscious as she looked down at her mammoth
tits suggestively outlined against the material of her sweater.
She couldn't figure out why she had done it. But somehow,
Professor Wells was inexorably tied to thoughts of sex in her
mind. The very idea that she was going to his house alone to see
him after dark was making her feel sexy, and she supposed that
this was what had impelled her to go braless. Anyway, everyone
was doing it these days, and there really wasn't anything wrong
with it.
Satisfied with the way she looked, Karen knocked on the door.
She heard Professor Wells' voice from inside. "I'll be right
there," he called. A moment later he opened the door. He was
dressed in white pants with a crisp crease down the front, and a
purple smoking jacket. There was a purple silk scarf around his
neck. He looked very handsome and distinguished. Even more so
than he had looked in Karen's reverie earlier that evening.
"Oh, hello, Karen," he said. "I'm so glad you could come.
Thank you so much. Come in, please." He stepped to one side,
taking her arm and ushering her into his house. "Come into the
living room and sit down," he said hospitably. "Would you like a
drink?" He was already walking toward the bar.
"Thank you, Professor We-" Karen began.
"No, please," Henry interrupted. "When we meet socially, you
must call me Henry. Will you do that?"
"I'll try, Profe-I mean, Henry." Karen giggled in her
nervousness. She felt unsure of herself, and Professor Wells'
attempt to make her feel comfortable was unsettling her still
more. Henry Wells poured some vodka into a glass and added about
an equal quantity of orange juice. "Ice?" he asked. "Or would you
like it undiluted, like me?"
Karen, still unsure of what was proper, just smiled and said,
"I'll take it any way you do."
Henry carried her drink to the couch and handed it to her.
Then he returned to the bar to pour himself one. Karen lifted the
glass to her lips and sipped it. It was good. Tasted like
straight orange juice. She took another swallow, and then
another. The glass was empty. She looked at her empty glass and
giggled. "Guess I was thirsty," she said.
Henry stepped up to where Karen was sitting on the couch and
took her empty glass from her hand. He quickly returned to the bar
and refilled it. When he handed it to Karen, she just held the
glass in her hand, not wanting to drink another so soon. But Henry
raised his own glass in a salute and said, "To life!" He drained
his glass, and looked over the rim of it at Karen, the expression
in his eyes telling her that he expected her to do the same.
Karen tilted her head back and drained her glass as she had just
seen Professor Wells do. He immediately took it from her and
returned to the bar to refill it.
"Oh, no," Karen called. "I think I've had enough. I'd
rather not have another."
"Oh, that's all right," Henry said. "I'll make this one
mostly orange juice." But he poured even more vodka into the glass
than he had the first two times. He was sure that she had already
drunk enough of the drugged mixture to have the desired effect,
but there was no harm in making sure. When he handed the glass to
Karen she took it from him and set it down on the arm of the
couch. But Henry Wells, wanting to be sure that she drank it, sat
down on the arm of the couch, putting his arm on the back, so that
it just brushed lightly at her shoulders. When Karen saw that the
drink was in danger of being knocked to the floor, she picked it
up. As soon as the glass was in her hand, Henry raised his own.
"To knowledge!" he said. He held his glass out for Karen to
clink hers against it. She did so, still trying to do the right
thing, and then put it to her lips. She guzzled the drink
quickly, and set the empty glass down on the floor next to the
couch.
She was feeling slightly dizzy, and leaned her head back.
She felt it rest on Henry's arm and thought perhaps that she
should lift her head again. But Henry didn't seem to mind, so she
just leaned back, allowing him to cradle her head in the inside of
his elbow. It felt comfortable and secure.
The vodka was having a strange effect on her. Her head felt
light and seemed to be spinning. And there was something else.
An unfamiliar kind of warmth seemed to suffuse her entire body.
It felt something like what she had been feeling before she
stepped into the shower earlier that evening. She felt as though
she were bathed in perspiration, but when she put her hand to her
forehead, it felt dry. But the room seemed extremely warm.
Without thinking about what she was doing, she reached for
the top button of her sweater. She opened it, to let some air in,
but she still felt warm. She moved her hand downward slightly, and
undid the second button. Maybe that would be a little better.
She felt weak and dizzy. She leaned against Henry for support.
She felt as though she might slide off the couch at any minute.
When Henry saw her opening the buttons of her sweater he knew that
the Sure-breed was beginning to take effect. When she had first
come into the house he had noticed that she was braless. He had
never seen her that way before. Her tits were even bigger than he
had thought. And he could see the outline of her erect young
nipples against the red material of the sweater. This looked like
it was going to be even easier than he thought.
When she leaned against him, he put his arm around her and
drew her to him tightly. She was soft and pliant in his arm. He
allowed one hand to dangle in front of her, just a fraction of an
inch away from the swell of her huge titty. She was already
breathing heavily, and the rhythmic rise and fall of her boobs as
she breathed was bringing his hand closer to the soft curves. He
readjusted his position on the arm of the couch so that his
fingers dangled even closer to her big tits. He wanted to warm
her up a little more before he led her into the bedroom for the
big shock, but at the same time he had to be careful not to scare
her away.
Karen was trying hard to regain her presence of mind. She
didn't want Professor Wells to think that she was a complete fool,
but the room was still spinning, and she still felt possessed by
this unearthly warmth.
"Tell me, Henry," she began, her voice slightly slurred by
the vodka, "what it was you wanted to talk to me about."
As she spoke she tried to sit up again. The movement brought
her soft tit into contact with Henry's fingertips. He made no
attempt to get out of the way. She was vaguely aware of his
fingers touching her tits through the light material of her
sweater, but the contact seemed so casual and unconscious that she
did nothing to stop it.
As she breathed, her tits rose and fell rhythmically, and she
felt Henry's fingers making and breaking the contact. She felt
her nipples hardening against the sweater material, and she could
feel Henry moving his hand slightly so that his fingers stroked
lightly at the erect bud of her nipple. The sensation of his
fingertips brushing lightly against her erect nipple was making
her whole body tingle. She wondered whether he was aware of the
contact. She looked up at him out of the corner of her eye, but
he seemed to be looking in the other direction. She moved her
body, trying to wiggle away from his fingertips, but she only
succeeded in rubbing her nipple against him more. And she wasn't
really sure that she wanted to break the contact.
She could feel her panties getting damp as they had done
earlier that evening. It felt so nice and warm and comfortable,
leaning back on Henry's couch, her head cradled in his arm, his
hand stroking lightly at her tit. She didn't want this moment
ever to end.
Suddenly, Henry's hand was cupping her entire boob, squeezing
it gently, and rolling it around in his fingers. Then, almost
before she realized what was happening, he moved his hand away
again, letting only his fingertips brush lightly at her stiff
nipple. She sighed involuntarily as he let go of her massive
globe. Then, quickly and lightly, his hand moved to her other
boob and cupped it as he had done the first. It felt good, and
the way he was stroking and petting her boobs made it somehow seem
right. She was sure that he was touching her more out of
friendship than out of sexual desire, but she couldn't control the
flood of desire which was inundating her body.
It seemed to begin in a wave which started at the pointy tips
of her hardened nipples and spread from there to the rest of her
body. She felt a warm sticky moisture oozing from the tightly
puckered slit of her pussy. She was afraid that Professor Wells
would lose respect for her if she didn't regain control, but she
simply couldn't remember how to act. Then, in desperation, she
blurted, "Tell me, Henry; what was it you wanted to discuss with
me?"
"This isn't going to be pleasant, my dear," Henry said, his
voice becoming somber. He pulled his arm from around Karen's
shoulders and sat straight up. "In fact, I think it might be a
good idea if you had another drink." Without waiting for her to
respond, he rose and picked her glass up from the floor. He
refilled it and handed it to her again. Karen took the drink from
him and dumbly put it to her lips. She drained it in one swig.
"I think I can take it," she said, trying to put a joking
tone into her voice. "Tell me."
"Well," Henry began, "I think it might be easier if I showed
you. Come with me." He took Karen by the hand and helped her to
stand, tottering on her feet. When she rose, the effects of the
drinks seemed to become even stronger. The whole room was
spinning. For a moment she thought that she would fall down. But
Henry, taking her by the hand, began to lead her toward the other
end of the room.
"Now you'll have to be strong," he said. "I'm afraid this
may come as a bit of a shock. But the main thing is to try to
keep a clear head and come to a sensible decision. Follow me." He
led her, staggeringly down the hall toward his bedroom. He hoped
that the realization that he was bringing her into a bedroom
wouldn't scare her away. This was the most delicate part of the
operation. But he was relatively certain that she had had enough
to drink so that she would be more or less oblivious to her
surroundings.
He opened the bedroom door and led her inside. When she had
stepped in he closed the door behind her. He left the light off
so that it would take her a little longer to be aware of where she
was. There was enough light in the room for him to lead her to
the wall mirror. As he moved it aside, he spoke softly.
"Now it may seem cruel, at first, for me to show you this
without any warning or preparation, but I think you'll agree in
the long run that what I'm doing is best all around. Please be as
quiet as you can. We mustn't let them know we are watching." With
that he removed the mirror from its place. The window in the wall
was illuminated with the blue light which came from the other
room. It made the entire bedroom light up in a pale ghostly way.
For the first time, Karen realized she was in a bedroom.
"Professor," she said, then she giggled. "I mean, Henry,
this is your bedroom, isn't it?"
"Yes, my dear," he said. "But it's the only place where I
could show you what you have to see. Come over here." He gestured
toward the window, the source of the eerie blue light. Karen
stepped forward and looked through it.
What she saw on the other side of the glass startled her,
even in her dazed condition. At first she wasn't sure of what she
was seeing. It took her eyes a moment to focus. She blinked
hard, trying to clear up the haze which clouded her vision. Then
everything came into focus. In the other room was a waterbed. It
was low, close to the floor. And there were two people in there.
One of them was a woman. She was stark naked. My God! It looked
like Mrs. Wells. She was on her hands and knees on the waterbed.
Her bare ass was facing the window through which Karen was
looking. She could see Linda wells' beautiful round ass in the
pale-blue light. Her cheeks were firm and round and slightly
spread apart, revealing the mysterious- looking dark crack between
them.
There was also a man. And he, too, appeared to be naked, but
Linda Wells' body was directly in Karen's line of vision and she
couldn't get a good look at him. While Karen watched, Linda
lowered the top half of her body so that her face was flat against
the waterbed. The movement spread her asscheeks even further, and
Karen was sure that she could actually see the dark-brown spot of
the blonde woman's asshole. For some strange reason the sight of
the other woman's asshole was having a stimulating effect on
Karen. She felt her own pussy growing moist again, and her entire
body was suffused with am all-pervading warmth.
As Linda bent forward, her ass pointed toward the ceiling,
and Karen could even see the tuft of blonde hair which framed her
wet pussy. And now Karen had a better view of the man who was
with her. All she could see was the lower part of his body, since
his top half was still obscured by Linda's naked form. His cock
was long and hard and hairy. Karen could see it swaying to and
fro as he moved on the waterbed. Then he moved around toward
Linda's ass, and Karen could see his whole naked body, all but his
face. He was beautifully built. Karen found that the sight of
him was turning her on tremendously.
For the moment she forgot where she was and that her zoology
professor had brought her in there to show her something special.
She lost herself in voyeurism, allowing herself to be totally
stimulated by the sight of this naked man. The fact that she was
peeking through a window, and that neither Linda Wells nor the man
knew that she was watching made it all the more exciting. Karen's
head was spinning as she drank his nudity in with her eyes. His
body was muscular, and as he moved his muscles rippled. She felt
her pussy throbbing with desire and was only vaguely conscious of
Henry's body brushing against hers as she watched.
Then the man bent over, bringing his face close to Linda's
naked ass. Karen got her first clear look at his face. Oh, God!
It couldn't be! He looked like . . . Jay! She just couldn't
believe it. She pressed her face against the windowpane trying to
get a better look, to convince herself that she did not see her
husband about to put his tongue into Henry's wife. She felt weak.
Her knees were shaking. She felt as though she would fall down at
any minute. She began to sway in her weakness as she watched Jay
press his lips to the dark crack between Linda Wells' soft white
asscheeks.
"Oh, Henry!" she gasped. "Tell me that it isn't so! Please
tell me that isn't your wife and my husband!" Her head was
spinning, and she took a step back, trying to regain her balance.
Henry caught her around the waist and guided her gently to the
edge of his bed. When she felt it pressing against the backs of
her legs she allowed herself to fall down heavily onto it. She
sat there on the edge of Henry Wells' bed and stared blankly at
the air in front of her.
"My God!" she said. "What are we going to do?"
"There isn't much we can do," he answered. He returned once
more to the window. "There they are, your husband and my wife.
They're both naked and she's on her knees, all bent over. Jay is
licking her ass and her cunt from behind. His cock is stiff and
hard, and it won't be long before he slides it into her hot cunt.
They've been at it all night. You should have seen what they were
doing before. He was lying on his back and she was shamelessly
sucking his cock. It was awful."
His words were having a strange effect on Karen. She knew
that his description of her husband's infidelity with his wife
should be infuriating her, and of course she was angry and hurt.
But there was also something else. Some other emotion was
creeping into her consciousness. She really didn't understand it
but the sight she had seen, and the words that she was hearing,
were exciting her. She felt her panties becoming wet, and her
entire body felt as though it was bathed in perspiration. She
wanted to get up and go back to the window for another look, but
she felt too weak and dizzy. Instead she leaned back onto the bed.
"Oh, Henry," she said weakly. "What are we going to do?"
At once Henry was sitting beside her on the bed. His hands
were tenderly stroking her face and her fevered brow. "There's
only one thing we can do," he said. His hands were moving across
her shoulders to the front of her tight red sweater. "We can't
stop them; it's too late for that. There's only one thing left."
His hands began to unbutton the remaining buttons of her sweater.
Karen didn't feel in the least like stopping him. "Revenge!" he
said softly.
Karen felt his fingers working deftly at the buttons of her
sweater. One by one they opened, exposing her tits to the cool
air of the room. It felt good to be partially naked in front of
this man for whom she had the highest respect. When he had
finished opening all her buttons, he slipped one hand inside her
sweater and cupped one of her mammoth titties. She felt her
nipple hardening to super-erectness as his fingers sought it. He
held the firm ripe nipple between his thumb and index finger and
rolled it gently back and forth. Karen moaned softly.
She remembered her fantasy of earlier that evening, and she
remembered how it had felt to have Pagan licking her pussy while
she dreamed of Henry Wells. She had held his cock in her fantasy,
and in her mind it had been he, not Pagan, who had brought her to
orgasm. Now she knew that she would do nothing to stop him from
seducing her. On the contrary, she would enjoy every moment of it.
She felt completely justified because of what she had seen through
the window. It gave her the excuse she needed to surrender to
Henry's expert lovemaking.
He gently removed her sweater and she lay on the bed, nude
from the waist up. For a moment he didn't touch her and she
opened her eyes and looked up at him to see what was the matter.
He was staring at her with a lewd hungry look on his face. He
stared first at one massive tit and then at the other. He was
licking his lips lasciviously.
"I'm going to suck your tits," he said. "Would you like
that?"
"Oh, yes," she answered. "I'd like you to do everything."
Now, certain that he had her exactly where he wanted her,
Henry bent over her nude titties. He leaned close to the right
one and breathed gently on the large round pink nipple. At the
gust of hot breath, the nipple puckered to erection, the center
standing straight out from the big aureole. Then, as she watched,
he stuck his tongue all the way out from between his lips and
licked at the erect bud as though it was a lollipop. Karen
shuddered at the delicious sensation. He held her other massive
tit in the palm of his hand and rubbed it back and forth. The
rough surface of his palm raked at the sensitive nipple, and Karen
could feel the fluids flowing in her pussy.
She could tell that Henry was an expert at sexual matters.
She had known it all along. His timing was perfect. And he knew
exactly what to do with his hands and his lips. She was glad, in
a way, that he was making love to her. Forgotten was all thought
of what Jay and Linda Wells were doing in the next room. Now that
the seduction was justified, she had abandoned herself completely
to experiencing the pleasure that Henry was giving her. For the
moment, at least, she was entirely on the receiving end.
As Henry kissed and petted her tits, his other hand began to
ramble across her naked belly. He stroked gently, moving his
fingertips around in little curves and circles, not keeping his
hand in one place for more than a fraction of a second. Now his
hand was moving slowly across the smooth fabric of her miniskirt.
When he reached the hem, he slipped his hand underneath. She
could feel his fingers caressing the smooth skin of her inner
thighs as he moved his hand higher, lifting the hem of the skirt
as he moved it. She could feel the tight skirt riding-higher up
her thighs until her panties were uncovered. At first she felt a
little embarrassed, certain that Henry would feel the wet spot.
She didn't know exactly what it was, but she was sure that a man
as smart and experienced as Henry Wells would understand.
When his fingers came into contact with the damp crotchband
of her panties he let her nipple pop from his mouth. "Ah," he
said softly. "Your little cunt is all wet. I'm pleasing you,
then. Right?"
"Oh, yes," she sighed. "Everything you're doing feels
wonderful. Please, don't stop."
"Oh, don't worry about that, my dear, I have no intention of
stopping. You have a wonderful body. Your tits are so big and
soft and round that I just can't stop sucking on them. But I
think we'd both be more comfortable if you slipped out of your
skirt." He unzipped the side zipper on her tight skirt and began
to slide it down over her hips. Karen instinctively lifted her
hips off the mattress to help in the removal of her skirt. Then
she lay back again, clad in nothing but her panties.
Henry looked for a long moment at the dark shadow which
showed through the thin material of her panties. Her red pubic
hair was thick and curly, and the panties bulged where they
covered it. Henry leaned forward and pressed his lips to the wet
material which clung to her pussy mound. Karen drew her breath in
sharply at the contact. He seemed to know exactly how to please
her. Karen couldn't imagine what Henry's wife saw in Jay. He was
so inept, compared to Henry.
Then Henry took hold of her panties in front, placing his
thumb under one legband and his fingers under the other. With his
other hand he reached under her and did the same thing with the
part of the panties which covered her ass. He drew the material
together, gathering it into a narrow band. Gently, but firmly, he
pulled the material in opposite directions, tightening the narrow
band of bunched-up material and drawing it tightly against the
lips of Karen's pussy. The damp material pressed against the
swollen sensitive cuntlips, and then parted them, slipping between
them. The wet flesh of her pussy lips closed around the narrow
band of panty. Carefully, so as not to hurt her, Henry pulled the
strip of material forward and then back, caressing the sensitive
inner flesh of her cunt with the soft wet material. The sensation
was wonderful. Karen had never before experienced anything like
it. The tightly drawn material pressed and rubbed at her clit
which had swollen to erectness and was quivering with desire.
Then, with a sudden downward pull, Henry snatched the panties
from her, pulling them down her thighs, and completely exposing
her pussy, red and wet, nestled within her wiry jungle of flaming
red pubic hair. He tossed the panties to the floor. Then, with
his thumbs, he spread the lips of her tight young cunt apart,
revealing the hot red meat inside. He looked at it for a moment,
conscious of the fact that Karen was watching him. He licked his
lips suggestively, and then leaned slowly forward, rolling his
tongue around his lips to let her know exactly what to expect.
Karen tried to prepare herself for what was coming, but the
contact of his tongue against the tender lips of her pussy made
her gasp with surprised delight.
He licked slowly and carefully, making sure to subject every
square inch of cunt-flesh to the tongue massage. The ecstatic
feelings that Karen was experiencing made her turn her head from
side to side on the pillow, her long red hair tossing about as she
did so. Henry pulled her cuntlips even wider apart with his
thumbs and pressed his entire face into her gaping slash. He
lapped noisily at her cunt, savoring the flavor of her sweet young
juices. He could tell by the way she was reacting to his licking
and sucking that her sex-life up until now had been far from
imaginative. He could already taste her juices changing flavor.
He was sure that she was on her way to an orgasm, and he hadn't
even gotten his dick wet yet.
With a sudden jerk of his head, he pulled away from Karen's
sweet flowing cunt. She gasped in dismay as Henry quickly rose.
She opened her eyes to see him opening the front of his smoking
jacket. He tossed it hurriedly onto the floor and unsnapped the
waistband of his white pants. He let them slide to his ankles and
stepped out of them, unwinding the scarf from his neck as he did
so.
Karen stared at his cock. It stood straight out from his
body and swayed slowly from side to side as he moved. It was
long, although not quite as long or as thick as Jay's. But at
that moment it was the most beautiful thing in the world to her.
As Henry returned to the bed, Karen sat up and reached for his
prick. He stopped at the bedside and let her take it in her hand.
She bent toward it and placed a kiss on the throbbing tip. Then
she opened her mouth and took the entire head of his cock inside
of it. It tasted salty and sweet at the same time. She rolled it
around in her mouth, touching every part of the swollen cockhead
with her tongue. It was nothing like she imagined it would be.
Henry stood with his eyes closed allowing Karen to suck on
his cock. It was obvious to him that she had never had a man's
prick in her mouth before. She seemed to love it. Oh, with a
little training, this girl would be a top-notch sex partner. But
now Henry was in a rush to bury his aching prick in her wet warm
cunt.
"Oh, baby," he said softly, "that feels good. But there'll
be plenty of time for that later. Now I want to fuck you."
Karen let his cock slip from her mouth and leaned back on the
bed. She spread her legs wide to open her cunt all the way for
him. The thought that her handsome and dignified zoology
professor would soon be slipping his long hard cock into her moist
pussy was almost more than she could bear. As she looked up at
him, she cupped her own tits in her hands and squeezed them
gently.
Then Henry got onto the bed with her. He stood on his knees
between her legs, his cock waving over her hairy cunt like a magic
wand. He leaned forward and placed his hands on either side of
her head on the pillow. His cock swayed back and forth, brushing
at the sensitive lips of her cunt. Then Henry lowered the bottom
half of his body, pressing his prick insistently at her juicy
opening. Her cuntlips parted easily for him, and his prick slipped
inside until the entire head was engulfed in pussy-flesh.
When Karen felt his cock sliding into her, she knew that she
had taken the final step. Up until now, they had only been
fooling around, but now she had actually done it. She had allowed
him to place his cock inside her cunt. She had allowed another
man to penetrate her body. She had committed adultery. And it
felt wonderful. It felt better than anything she had ever
experienced before. Henry slid his cock in a little deeper. And
deeper. And then, with one quick thrust of his hips, he drove his
long hard prick into her pussy to the hilt. She felt her cuntlips
closing around him, and she began an instinctive rocking motion
with her hips.
Henry's cock was sliding in and out of her pussy, and each
stroke seemed to bring it deeper inside of her. She wrapped her
legs around his waist in an effort to pull him still deeper. She
felt an orgasm beginning already. His cock was plowing every
wrinkle of her sweet young cunt. She knew that she was going to
explode any second. And Henry knew it too. He could tell by the
way she squeezed him tightly with her legs. He could tell by the
rosy glow of her skin.
And her excitement was exciting and arousing him. He knew
that his own orgasm would come soon after hers. Now, as he fucked
her, her ass lifted high off the bed on each of his upstrokes.
Then, on the down-stroke, she slammed down hard against the
mattress again.
"Oh, yes, I think I'm going to come," she groaned softly.
"Oh, yes, here it comes!"
As the orgasmic wave broke over her, her body went wild. She
wrapped her arms tightly around his neck and glued her body to
his. Her tits pressed against his chest and flattened out, her
hard pointy nipples drilling holes in his sweating skin. He could
feel her hot cuntal fluids bathing his cock as she writhed in the
hot paroxysms of orgasmic release. He fucked harder as she came,
wanting to give her the most fulfilling sex experience she had
ever known
He thought about his own wife in the next room, fucking the
Burns girl's husband. His own cock was swelling to even greater
size as he felt his climax beginning to build. He knew that it
would only be a matter of seconds before he would be pumping his
hot load of gism into her waiting cunt. He moved his mouth to her
ear and took the lobe in his teeth. He continued pounding his
hips up and down as he drove his cock in and out of her pussy like
a steam-powered piston.
Then, as the stream of come began to flow upwards toward the
point of his swollen prick, he bit on her earlobe, sinking his
teeth into the resilient flesh.
"Unh! Unh! Unh!" he grunted as the hot jets of sperm shot
from the end of his cock and splashed hotly against the back wall
of Karen's young womb. "Oh, baby," he groaned. "I'm filling your
sweet pussy with my hot juices. Unh! Ahh! Ohh!"
He continued sawing his prick in and out of her cunt long
after the orgasmic spasms had ended. Finally, his cock, shriveled
and shrunken, slipped from her pussy with an obscene plop. Both
of them sighed at the loss. Henry rolled off Karen's heaving
body, a thin trail of come following his cock as he went. He lay
next to her, holding her hand, the room lit by the eerie blue
light that came from the window m the wall.
"Well, what do you think?" he asked. "Are we even with Jay
and Linda yet? Or do you think we still need some more revenge?"
Karen rolled over and kissed him passionately on the shoulder. "I
want more," she said.
Chapter 8
Karen stepped boldly up to the door of Linda Wells' office in
the English Building and knocked. She wasn't at all sure of what
she would say to Mrs. Wells, but she knew that she had to speak
with her. As she knocked, she glanced quickly down at herself to
be sure that she looked all right. She was wearing the same
clothes that she had worn last night-tight red sweater and short
black skirt. Like last night, she was braless. Her encounter
with Henry Wells had given her a whole new outlook on life, and in
particular, on sex.
But she was still confused and unsure of how she should
handle the situation. Last night she had gotten home only a short
time before Jay, and she had pretended to be asleep when he
arrived so that she wouldn't have to face him. When he left for
school this morning she had also pretended to be sleeping. The
fact was, however, that she had gotten very little sleep, if any
at all. She didn't see how she could let Jay know that she knew
about him and Linda Wells, without letting on that she had been at
the Wells' house last night. And then he would certainly want to
know what she was doing there, and why she hadn't confronted him
immediately.
On the other hand, she couldn't allow the situation to
continue. She was sure that Jay would continue to see Linda Wells
unless she could find some way to put a stop to it. And although
she felt completely justified in what she had done last night, she
didn't feel that she ever wanted Jay to know about it. Maybe if
she spoke to Linda Wells, woman to woman, she could work it out.
She knocked again on the door.
When the door opened suddenly, Karen was so startled that she
jumped. Linda Wells stepped out and smiled quickly at Karen.
"Why good morning, Karen," she said.
"Hello, Mrs. Wells," Karen said, a serious expression on her
face. "There is something I have to talk to you about."
"Well, come on in, then," Linda said cordially. "I have to
step down the hall for a moment, but you can wait for me inside.
I'll be right back." She ushered Karen into her office and then
left, closing the door behind her. The whole thing happened so
fast that Karen hardly realized what was happening until she found
herself alone in Linda Wells' office. In a way she was glad that
Linda had stepped out. It gave her a bit of a reprieve, because,
for the life of her, she didn't have any idea of what she was
going to say. She didn't even know how to bring the matter up.
She knew only that she had to tell Linda that she knew about her
and Jay, and that she had to tell Linda about herself and Henry.
She stood in the middle of the room for a moment, looking
around. The office was small-just barely big enough to
accommodate Linda's desk, swivel chair, and the leather couch
which was placed directly next to the desk. Karen sat nervously
at the edge of the leather couch, but the action brought the hem
of her short skirt high up her thighs. She tugged at the skirt,
trying to pull it down to a more respectable level, but it was
hopeless. Finally, she stood up again and walked around the
room, trying to compose her thoughts. She glanced at the top of
Mrs. Wells' desk and noticed a paperback book half hidden by a
stack of papers. Curious about what English teachers read in
their spare time, she bent over to have a look at the book. The
title was Prisoners of Lesbos, and on the cover, in big black
letters, were the words: "For Sale to Adults Only". Unable to
resist her curiosity, Karen picked up the book and examined it
more closely. On the cover was a picture of two women standing
arm in arm. The photo was taken from the rear, and both women
appeared to be nude. The title of the book was printed across
their asses.
Karen had never heard of the book, but it didn't look like
the kind of book that a college English teacher would be reading.
She thumbed it open and her jaw dropped in shock at what she saw
on the inside. There was a photograph of four women. They were
all naked. One of the women was lying on her back on a bed. Her
legs were spread wide open. The picture was in color, and Karen
could see the bright-red hue of the flesh inside her pussy. The
lips were gaping open and one of the other women had her face
buried in the hairy snatch. Although Karen could see only the back
of her head, it was obvious that she was licking the other woman's
pussy. Each of the other women in the picture was sucking on one
of the tits of the woman who was lying on her back.
Karen couldn't believe her eyes. There seemed to be other
photographs in the book, but she just couldn't take her eyes off
that one. The woman who was lying on the bed had a look of
rapture on her face. For a moment, Karen's imagination ran wild.
Last night it had felt wonderful to have Henry lick her pussy, and
she couldn't help wonder how much better it would feel to have her
tits both being sucked at the same time as her pussy was being
licked. The thought of it set the juices to flowing in her tight
little cunt. She felt her nipples growing hard and straining
against the material of her sweater.
But to be licked that way by another woman. The thought
somehow intrigued her strangely. A woman was soft where a man was
hard. She wondered how it would feel to have a woman stroking her
and kissing her the way the woman in the picture was being kissed.
She closed her eyes for a moment, trying to conceive of how it
would feel. She thought about having a woman hold her big tits
and, almost involuntarily, her own hands moved along her sides and
across the front of her sweater to stroke her own boobs. How
would it feel to do that to another woman's tits, and to have
another woman do it to her? Her nipples pressed through her
sweater at the stroking palms of her hands. She pinched them
gently through the cloth, and rolled them in her fingers. It felt
wonderful.
Her pussy was on fire and she found herself rubbing her groin
against the corner of Linda Wells' desk as she played with her
tits. She slipped one hand inside her sweater and stroked the
bare flesh of her tit with one hand while she continued to press
her pussy hard against the pointy corner of the desk. She opened
her eyes again and looked down at the book which lay open on the
desk top. The pages had turned, and she found herself looking at
another picture. It showed two women standing nude and facing
each other. One of them had black hair and the most gigantic tits
that Karen had ever seen. The other woman's tits were small and
pointy. The two women were holding each other's tits. They both
wore smiles and expressions of extreme pleasure. The sight made
Karen's cunt even wetter.
She felt hot all over. Her hands moved back and forth across
her tits, one hand slipping inside her sweater occasionally to
tweak her hardened nipples.
She was so lost in the delightful sensations that were
spreading throughout her body, that she didn't hear Linda Wells
reenter the room. Linda, seeing that Karen had found her book and
had gotten carried away in it, stepped quietly up behind Karen.
She reached around Karen and put her own hands over Karen's,
moving them around over Karen's tits. She placed her lips to
Karen's ear.
"Sometimes a woman can be even a better sex partner than a
man," she whispered. "Have you ever been made love to by another
woman?"
Karen felt as though everything that was happening to her was
happening in a dream. She hadn't heard Linda come in, and now
suddenly it seemed as though she had been there all along. She
completely forgot what she had come to speak to Linda about. Her
desire-filled cunt was doing all her thinking, having taken over
for her numbed brain.
"Never," she answered. "I never even thought about it." Then
she added suggestively, "Until now, that is."
Linda's fingers were already unbuttoning the buttons of
Karen's red sweater. When they were all undone, she turned Karen
slowly to face her. Then, pulling the front of Karen's sweater
open, revealing the big beautiful round tits which were inside,
she drew Karen gently toward her and kissed her on the lips. The
kiss was a long, hot, passionate one. At first Karen did not
respond. She just let Linda pull her close and press her lips to
hers.
Then, as Linda's tongue stole into Karen's mouth, Karen began
to kiss back. Linda's lips were soft and pliant-nothing like
Jay's or Henry's. And they tasted sweet and juicy, like ripe
plums. She felt the tip of Linda's tongue exploring the warmth of
her mouth, and the feeling excited her even more. Linda's tongue
moved across Karen's gums, and explored the ridges of her even
white teeth. Then Karen parted her teeth and began to respond with
her own tongue. She felt the slippery smoothness of Linda's
tongue dueling and fencing with her own in the warm cavern of her
mouth.
As Karen's tongue began to encounter and do battle with her
tongue, Linda's began slowly to retreat, leading Karen back into
the torrid battlefield of her mouth. She was amazed at Karen's
progress. Within only a few days, she had gone from prudish Miss
Prim to hot little sex-kitten. And Linda was glad that a
perfectly formed body like Karen's would no longer go to waste. As
they kissed, Linda reached for Karen's tits. She held one in each
hand, cupping the mammoth orbs of soft flesh, feeling the hot hard
nipples pressing urgently against the perspiring palms of her
hands. Then, not breaking the kiss, she dropped one hand from
Karen's soft tit. She reached for Karen's hand and carried it to
the front of her own blouse. It was a crisp white ruffled blouse
with big toggle-type buttons at the front. She guided Karen's hand
to one of the buttons and began to undo it. When she had the
toggle half out of the buttonhole, she placed Karen's fingers on
it and withdrew her own hand, returning it to Karen's tit.
At first Karen's fingers were hesitant, as though uncertain
of what to do. But when Linda's hand had once more returned to
her tits, Karen remembered her imaginings of before. She had
wondered about what it would feel like to hold another woman's
tits. Here was Linda Wells inviting her to find out. Her pussy
was flowing like a river, Linda's skillful fingers on her tits
turning her on in a way that neither Jay nor Henry had been able
to do. Linda, perhaps because she was a woman herself, seemed to
know instinctively where to touch; where to stroke; where to
squeeze. Karen wondered whether she, too, would know instinctively
what to do.
She finished unbuttoning Linda's blouse, and pulled it
impatiently from the waistband of Linda's skirt. The teacher let
go of Karen's tits for a brief moment to enable Karen to slip the
blouse from her arms and off her shoulders. Then she reached,
again, for the big round boobs, this time taking just the pointy
nipples in her fingers, and twirling them first one way and then
the other.
Karen sighed with pleasure, but her sigh became a groan of
frustration when she realized that Linda was wearing a bra, and
that there would be more work to do before she got Linda's tits
into her hands. She cupped the soft cones right over the material
of the blonde woman's bra. The tingling in her pussy was becoming
unbearable. The feel of the soft spongy flesh of Linda Wells'
tits through her brassiere was the most arousing thing Karen had
ever known. It excited her even more than holding Jay's or
Henry's cock had done. She could feel the nipples stiff and erect
right through the bra. She couldn't stand it. She wanted to see
them, to stroke them, to kiss them.
Linda's hands on her tits were driving Karen wild. She and
Linda had their lips pressed together so tightly that her mouth
ached. Linda began nibbling gently at Karen's lips, as though to
ease the ache. Karen ran her hands softly and lovingly over the
material which encased the blonde woman's tits, exploring the
brassiere until she found the catch at the back. With knowledge
borne of experience, she unsnapped the garment, feeling the
firmness of Linda's boobs carrying it forward.
Linda slipped her arms out of the straps, one by one.
And suddenly, there they were. Her tits were bare and
exposed completely to the exploration of Karen's hands. She was
tentative at first, but when finally she had her hands filled with
the naked flesh of Linda's tits, she knew just what to do. Karen
broke the kiss and stepped back so that she could look at the
other woman's tits. Then she dropped to one knee and pressed her
face against Linda's chest. Linda turned her body from side to
side so that the inner swell of each tit caressed Karen's face in
turn. Karen licked her lips as she looked at the swollen nipples.
Then she moved her head closer to Linda's body and extended her
tongue. Then she jabbed forward, licking and lapping at one of
the nipples. Linda gasped at the first contact, following with a
long low moan. The sound excited Karen even more. She was
bringing pleasure to this mature experienced woman, although she
herself had never had any experience like this. She realized that
she was only doing to Linda the very things that she had always
dreamed of having done to herself; things that she was sure only a
woman would understand or know about. As she sucked on the
other woman's nipple, she slid her hands under the hem of Linda's
skirt. She moved them slowly up the smooth skin of Linda's bare
leg, feeling the gently sloping curve of her soft creamy thighs.
As her fingers moved higher, she expected to encounter the
material of Linda's panties, but was surprised when her fingers
came into direct contact with the blonde woman's pussy. Going
without panties seemed even sexier than going without a bra, and
Karen felt her own panties becoming soaking wet as her fingers
began to explore the thick curling hair that surrounded Linda
Wells' cunt.
Karen wanted nothing more than to see it; to bury her face in
it, to smell it, to taste its juices. She tried to pull Linda's
skirt up so that she could expose her pussy. But the skirt was
too tight. She couldn't pull it high enough. Her hands shook in
frustration.
But Linda's hands were moving gently over Karen's head and
face. "Relax, baby," she cooed. "I'll help you with that. And I
want you to take your clothes off too. I'll bet your panties are
wet. I want to rub my face in them."
Her words were like magic aphrodisiacs to Karen. She felt a
tingling warmth spreading throughout her entire body. Quickly she
unzipped the side of her own skirt, letting it drop to her feet
and stepping out of it. She pulled her open sweater from her and
stood nude, except for her damp panties, in front of Linda. When
she looked up, the other woman had also removed her skirt, and
stood stark naked for Karen to see.
"Hurry, baby," Linda said urgently. "Lie on the couch."
Karen obeyed, moving toward the couch and letting herself fall
onto it. The cool leather caressed her skin as she lay on her
back and spread her legs slightly. Linda quickly fell to her
knees beside the couch. She leaned forward, pressing her face to
the soft cushion of Karen's pubic hair, encased in the satiny
crotch-band of her damp panties. The tangy spicy smell of Karen's
sweet flowing young pussy filled her nostrils. She rubbed her
face against the wet material, feeling the skin of her cheeks and
nose becoming wet. Then she began to lick Karen's cunt right
through the wet crotch-band of the panties.
Karen's whole body began to tremble as she felt Linda's
tongue going to work on her. She felt that the trembling was
uncontrollable, and she couldn't imagine where it would lead. But
what Linda was doing to her was the most wonderful thing she had
ever felt in her life. Suddenly she realized that she was about
to have an orgasm. But it wasn't going to be like any she had
ever experienced before. It was going to be special. And then it
began, and she was coming endlessly-unceasingly. She felt Linda
pulling the soaked panties from her, and then positioning her
petite body so that Karen's mouth was at her naked pussy.
Karen moved over on the couch so that Linda would be more
comfortable. Her female lover's pussy was within millimeters of
her mouth. The wiry blonde hairs tickled her lips and her nose.
Her nostrils were filled with the pungent aroma of the blonde
woman's cunt juices
Then she felt Linda's lips grazing gently at her naked pussy.
Linda was getting ready to eat her; to lick and lap at her pussy
like Pagan had done, and then Henry. She was about to feel the
tongue of a woman slipping between the tightly clenched lips of
her pussy, still dewy with the juice of her orgasm.
Linda began to nibble softly at Karen's cunt. She took one
lip of the hair-fringed slash between her teeth. She held it
gently with the slightest of pressure, while her tongue ran up and
down the trembling morsel of cunt-flesh. Then she moved her head
slightly and began to run her tongue in wide sweeping strokes up
and down the length of her cuntal slit.
Karen moaned as Linda lapped her pussy. She could feel the
other woman's tongue exploring her with a knowledge that only a
woman could have. Linda's tongue knew things about her pussy that
her own fingers hadn't even learned yet. She wanted to explore
Linda's cunt in the same way. She moved her head closer to the
throbbing mound of hair-covered flesh and kissed the blonde curly
pubic hair softly and lovingly. It tasted and smelled as though
Linda had perfumed it, and the thought of the sexy blonde standing
in front of a mirror in her underwear applying perfume to her
pussy before going to work in the morning excited Karen. Linda
seemed to be a woman who lived only for sex.
Karen wanted to try to give Linda the same pleasure that
Linda was giving her. She extended her tongue and touched it
tentatively to the outer lips of the blonde woman's cunt. They
felt soft and pliant, almost like the lips of her mouth had felt.
But as Karen licked, the pink lips squirmed with desire. Karen
moved her tongue toward the glistening red slash between the hot
lips.
At the contact of Karen's tongue, Linda's cuntlips flowered
open, inviting entry. Karen could see the wet red inner flesh and
the swollen pea-sized bud of Linda's clit. She quickly thrust her
tongue into the opening of Linda's cunt. The warm wet flesh of
the hot pussy closed around her stiffened tongue. The taste was
exotic and erotic. It was sweet and tart at the same time. She
began to lick and lap at the drooling hole like a hungry wolf. As
she licked, she thought about how it had felt to have her own
pussy licked by Pagan.
Pagan had been rough, but Linda was gentle. Pagan had been
bestial, but Linda was careful and expert. Pagan had just licked
her, but Linda was exploring her cunt with loving attention.
Karen tried to be as loving and as attentive to Linda's pussy.
She pushed her tongue deep inside and moved it slowly
upwards. The tip curled around as it climbed, approaching the
slope of Linda's erect swollen clitoris. The little pebble of
pleasure throbbed at the approach of the novice tongue.
Karen knew that the sensitive bud was quivering with desire
because she felt her own clit tingling. She lapped from side to
side as she moved her tongue higher, swabbing at the damp red
flesh as though with a mop. It tasted spicy and more pungent than
the inside of the blonde's cunt had tasted. The taste made her
own juices flow even more copiously.
Then, almost without buildup, she reached the peak of her
orgasm. It was even more intense than the first one had been.
Every nerve of her body was vibrating like the strings of a
violin. Her pussy filled with the warm nectar of her climax, and
Linda drank deeply of it, savoring its flavor.
Karen tuned so that she and Linda were both lying the same
way. She took the blonde in her arms and clasped her body close.
Linda could feel the redhead's soft tits pressing against her own.
Karen kissed her neck and ear. "Thank you, Linda," she whispered.
"It was the most beautiful thing I've ever known. I don't see how
I can ever go back to my old life."
Linda smiled understandingly. "Don't be foolish," she said,
patience in her voice. "Sex is fun. You can't rule anything out.
If it was good today, that doesn't mean that yesterday wasn't
good, or that tomorrow won't be better."
Karen wasn't sure whether Linda was making reference to her
experience with Henry, or whether she was just being philosophical
in general. Suddenly she remembered why she had come to speak to
Linda. But now everything was changed. She didn't know what she
wanted any more.
"But you have changed my life," Karen said. "I never thought
that such pleasure was possible."
"You've only begun to learn about pleasure," Linda responded.
"There's so much more I can teach you. And so much more that
Henry can teach you."
"You mean you know?" Karen asked, astonished. "Have you
known all along?"
"Yes, I have. I even knew that you were watching me and Jay
last night. That's what you came to talk to me about today, isn't
it?" Linda asked the question calmly and casually, and Karen found
herself feeling very calm and casual about the whole matter.
"That is what I came to talk to you about. But now all that
is changed. I just don't know what's wrong and what's right any
more. All I know is that you've taught me to be a woman." Karen's
voice was sincere.
"I guess maybe I have," Linda answered. Then she added, "And
I'm teaching Jay to be a man, too. Now there can't be anything
wrong with that, can there?"
Karen thought for a long moment and then said, "No. If you
can give Jay as much pleasure as you've given me, then it can't be
wrong. Heaven knows, I've never been able to give him any."
"All you needed was a little help," Linda said
understandingly. "But, you haven't said anything to Jay about you
and Henry, or about him and me, have you?"
"No," Karen said. "And I don't see how I can ever tell him. I
just know that he wouldn't like it."
"I think I know a way to tell him," Linda said, her eyes
sparkling.
"I'll do anything you say," Karen promised.
Chapter 9
As Jay turned down the block where the Well's house stood
Saturday night, he marveled once again at how easy it had been for
him to get out. When he had told Karen that he had to attend a
football strategy session, he had expected her to object and to be
suspicious. The football team had never met on Saturday nights,
and Karen knew it. He had said that the meeting was a special one,
because of an upcoming game. But instead of giving him a hard
time, Karen had been glad.
She said that she wanted to get together with one of the
girls in her biology class to go over some notes that had been
giving her trouble. Saturday night was the only time that her
friend would be available to help her. The football meeting, she
had said, was perfectly timed
Jay was glad that she had made it so easy for him. When
Linda had invited him to the party, she told him that it was going
to be something special. "Initiation night" she had called it.
She had said that Jay was now ready to be accepted into a very
intimate little club that she belonged to; a sex club of some
kind. Linda had only hinted at some of the club's activities, but
her hinting had been enough to turn Jay on. She had told him that
he would have to be put through an initiation ceremony, and asked
him to bring Pagan with him.
A girl was also going to be initiated, and somehow, their
initiations were tied together.
As Jay parked the car and shut off the lights, he was
breathless with anticipation. His imagination ran wild with
thoughts of fantastic orgiastic combinations. He had suspected
all along that he wasn't the only subject of his English teacher's
sexuality. Well, that was all right with him. He didn't mind
sharing her with an intimate little sex club. There was certainly
enough of Linda Wells to go around.
Pagan followed dutifully behind Jay as he walked up the
walkway to the front door of the Wells house. He didn't know what
he would find when he entered the house, but he knew it had to be
good. He knocked boldly on the door. The door opened almost
immediately. Linda stood there, smiling and stark naked, her
luscious body being illuminated by the light of a street lamp
shining through the open door. Jay just stood with his mouth
open, hypnotized by her nudity.
"Hurry, come in and close the door," Linda said. "Hello,
Pagan, so glad you could come." She patted the massive head of the
timber wolf who had come over to sniff her naked pussy. "You have
to take off all your clothes, Jay," Linda commanded. "Everyone
inside is nude. And Pagan is nude too."
Jay quickly stripped, anxious to get the evening's
proceedings underway. "You look beautiful," he said to Linda as
he undressed. "Don't I even get to kiss you?"
She stepped close to him and took him in her arms, rubbing
her bare tits against his chest, which was covered only by his T-
shirt. The rest of his clothes lay in a heap on the floor. His
cock stood at attention, and jabbed insistently at the soft flesh
of her belly. She reached for it and stroked it.
"Come," she said. "Everybody's here now." She led Jay and
Pagan to the bedroom. Then she stepped inside. Jay followed her,
blinking in an attempt to focus in the dim light. There were
three other people standing naked in the room. It didn't seem
possible, but one of them looked like Linda's husband. He was
walking toward Jay.
"Hello, Jay," Henry Wells said as he approached the football
player, his hand extended. Jay took his hand and shook it numbly.
He just didn't know what to say.
"I'm glad you came tonight," Henry Wells said. "Linda tells
me you're a terrific lover, and I think we're going to need some
help with our new inductee tonight." He gestured toward the bed.
For the first time Jay realized that there was someone on the bed.
All he could see of her were her wrists and her ankles. They were
tied to the four corners of the bed. The rest of her body and
face was covered by a sheet.
Jay looked from the bound figure on the bed to Henry Wells.
He felt as though he were in some kind of stupor. None of this
seemed real. "Professor Wells," he began, stammering for want of
words.
"Oh, never mind that bullshit, Jay," Henry said. "Please call
me Henry. I know all about you and Linda. I don't mind in the
least. Linda and I have been swapping for years. We don't feel
that people belong to each other. I encourage Linda to find men
that she can enjoy sex with, and to fuck them whenever she wants
to. She encourages me to have as much fun as I want with
whomever I want. When we do it together, it's even more fun. I've
known about you fucking Linda all along."
"That's an extremely liberal attitude," Jay said, trying to
sound sophisticated. "I don't think I could ever feel that way
about my wife, even if she was interested in sex." Then he added
with disgust, Which she isn't."
"Oh, well, maybe things will change. I want you to meet Jan
and Artie Nelson. They're some of the best people in the world."
Henry led Jay to where Jan and Artie stood, admiring Pagan, and
discussing him between themselves. As Henry introduced them, Jan
batted her eyes in a caricature of a 1920's film star. Then she
curtseyed and said, "Pleased to meet you, sir." With that she
grabbed his stiff cock playfully.
Jay jumped back in shock, but Artie caught him by the arm.
"Hey, there," he said in mock seriousness. "Don't run away. I
won't let her bite you."
Just then Linda interrupted. "All right," she said. "We've
wasted enough time. There's a little lady on that bed who's all
horny for a little sexing. I don't think we should keep her
waiting any longer. The lady on the bed, who will remain nameless
and faceless until the night is a little older, wants to join our
ranks. That means that each of us has to get a turn with her.
"And Jay, whom we all have met, also wishes to join our
ranks. Therefore he will assist at the initiation of the girl,
helping each of us in turn to sock it to her, until he finally
gets a turn of his own."
As she spoke, Henry moved toward the bed. He pulled the
sheet from the girl, revealing her long shapely legs. Then he
raised the sheet higher until it covered only the tops of her
thighs and the upper part of her body. He lifted it still higher
and her dark shadowy patch of pubic hair was exposed. In the dim
light Jay couldn't make out whether she was a blonde, or had dark
hair. But he could see the red meat inside her pussy glistening
with the dew of her cuntal secretions. Her cunt looked delicious.
He wanted to lick it, but he remembered what Linda had said.
He had to assist each of the others before he himself would get a
turn. This was even wilder than he had imagined.
He moved toward the bed, ready to do whatever was asked of
him. Henry had already gotten onto his knees on the bed. He
knelt between the thighs of the bound girl, like am Aztec priest
kneeling before a princess about to be sacrificed to placate the
gods. The dim light of the room, and the fact that the girl was
still covered by a sheet from the waist up, combined to heighten
the sacrificial effect. It was as though her moistly glistening
cunt was the altar on which the ceremony was to be performed.
Henry inched forward on his knees, his thick throbbing cock
waving from side to side as he neared the sacrificial princess.
From the stereo speakers in the walls, a hypnotic drumming began,
the music soft, but penetrating every corner of Jay's brain. He
sat on the edge of the bed, still trying to focus his eyes in the
dim light. Now Henry Wells' stiff prick was only inches away from
the parted lips of the silent, spread-eagled girl's pussy.
Henry's eyes were closed and his body was swaying
rhythmically in time to the savage music which was playing on the
stereo. As he moved toward the girl, his swaying cock brushed
back and forth across the hairy flanges of her cunt. Her pussy-
lips drew back at the contact, revealing even more of the smooth
red flesh on the inside.
Jay, seizing the opportunity to serve, sprang forward. He
perched on the edge of the bed and reached out with both hands for
the girl's cunt. He pulled the lips even wider apart, making room
for Henry's stiff cock. But Henry, his eyes still tightly shut,
jabbed forward with his cock and missed the slash. He tried
again, ramming forward with a bump and grind of his hips, but the
swollen cockhead jabbed helplessly at the smooth white skin of the
girl's inner thigh.
"Help me!" Henry commanded, and Jay, realizing that the
command was for him, reached for Henry's cock with one hand.
Holding it gingerly, he placed the tips of his thumb and
forefinger just below the crown and guided it toward the girl's
waiting hole, which he held open with the fingers of his other
hand. As Henry moved forward, Jay maneuvered his stiff, thick
cock so that it slid up and down in the tied girl's pussy. He
heard a gasp of surprised delight as the thick rod of cock-flesh
slid smoothly into the girl's cunt. The sheet moved, as though
her body was writhing under it. Jay wished that he could see the
expression on her face, but there was something extremely erotic
about the fact that the upper half of her body was covered.
When Henry's prick had slipped all the way inside the bound
girl's cunt, Jay moved back, dropping his hands to his sides. His
own cock ached with desire as he watched Henry stuffing it into
the unknown girl. He could hear a steady moaning coming from
under the sheet. This piece of ass really seemed to be digging
it. She must be one hell of a hot cunt. Jay couldn't wait till
his turn came. Now he could see the outline of her huge heaving
tits silhouetted against the sheet as she arched her body up off
the mattress to meet the driving thrusts of Henry's prick.
Henry was humping his hips in and out as fast and as bard as
he could. He felt no need to delay his orgasm because he knew
that there was a line waiting behind him to sock it to the new
inductee, and he didn't want to wear her out too soon. The
knowledge that Jay was sitting right at his side, unsuspecting as
he socked it to his own wife, was bringing him to the peak of
excitement. He was anxious to finish up so that he could stand
back and watch the evening's proceedings with a more impartial
eye.
Then he began to breathe heavily as he felt the orgasm
beginning deep inside of him. "Oh, here it comes," he murmured.
"I'm going to pump a hot load into this beautiful pussy. I' n
going to fill her up with my hot gism. Oh, baby, I'll have to
make it up to you later. I just can't wait any more!" As he
moaned out the last word, the muscles of his ass began to contract
so violently that it was obvious to everyone in the room,
particularly to Jay who stood the closest, that the zoology
professor was pumping spurt after spurt of cum into the belly of
the girl, who now was straining at her bonds in the frustrated
desire to throw her arms and legs around the man who was fucking
her so hard and fast.
Henry continued to pump her full, until, exhausted and spent
at last, he rolled sideways, his softening cock slipping from her
pussy-lips with an obscene plopping sound. "Not a bad piece of
ass," he said. "I think I have her sufficiently warmed up for the
rest of you. Jan, why don't you step up for a turn."
Jan Nelson giggled at Henry's words. She stood for a moment
looking at the moist slash of cunt that Henry had just vacated. A
thick trail of white ooze was trickling from the bottom of the
juicy slot: Henry had left his mark. As the plump woman stared,
she licked her lips and rubbed her hands up and down over her
naked body. "Oh, yes," she whispered, more to herself than to
anyone else. "I think I'm going to like this." As she stepped
toward the bed, Linda handed her something. When Jan saw what it
was, a smile came to her lips. "Marvelous," she said.
When Jan got up onto the bed between the legs of the covered
girl, she handed the device to Jay. He looked at it for a long
minute before he finally figured out what it was. It was made of
rubber, stiff, but not too hard. At each end of the long flexible
rubber shaft was a bulbous shape. A double dildo. Jay had seen
pictures of them in magazines, but had never really seen one up
close before.
Jan walked, on her knees, between the spread-eagled thighs of
the girl on the bed. When her own thickly furred cunt was only a
few inches away from the wet pussy of the other girl, Jan leaned
back so that, at last, her shoulders touched the mattress behind
her. The effort stretched her pussy wide open, and Jay had to
resist a temptation to reach out and touch the juicy morsel.
"Put the dildo in my cunt," she said. "I want to fuck this
little cunt like a man." As she spoke, she put her hands around
her own pussy. She pulled the lips apart with her fingertips.
Jay could see the swollen button of her clit, bright red and
trembling with desire. He moved toward her, prepared to do as she
had commanded. But as he reached for her pussy she stopped him.
"Wait," she said. "You're not going to put it in dry like
that, are you?" Then she patted the red opening of her cunt and
added, "Give it a little lick, first."
Jay leaned forward, burying his nose in her dark curly pubic
hair. He was glad to comply with her request. He stuck his
tongue all the way out and licked up and down the length of Jan's
pussy with the broad Sat surface. Then with the pointy tip, he
found the little nubbin of her clit, and began to massage it
vigorously.
"Enough of that," Jan said. "Now give me the fuck-rod."
Jay pulled his head back and reached for the dildo, which lay
next to him on the bed. With the thumb and forefinger of his left
hand he held Jan's pussy-lips open, while with his right hand he
placed the head of the dildo against the wet opening. It was
huge. At least twice the Via e of real cock. For a moment, Jay
doubted that Jan's cunt would be able to open wide enough to
receive it. But then, as he moved the tip of the thing toward the
wet inner flesh of the opening, he realized the elasticity of the
wonderful hole that every man starts life by pushing his way out
of, and spends the rest of his life trying to push his way back
into.
Jan's cuntlips stretched slowly to accommodate the gentle
pressure of the rubber dildo. Then, little by little, the hot
cunt swallowed the false organ. At the midpoint of the shaft of
the double-headed dildoe was a plastic disc. Jay screwed the
rubber rod to the left and right as he worked it deeper and deeper
into her pussy. At last the disc was pressing flat against the
wiry jungle of Jan's pussy hair, and Jay let go of the rod.
Jan positioned her body over that of the bound girl,
simulating a man's posture in the missionary position. Her hands
touched the mattress on either side of the girl's covered head and
her knees supported the lower half of her body. The dildo wavered
just over the opening of the young captive's cunt.
"Put it into her for me," Jan whispered. "Oh, this is going
to be sooo goood!"
Jay rushed to comply with her command. But the young girl
who was tied to the bed had such a tight pussy that for a moment
it looked as though it was going to be impossible. Jay rubbed the
head of the dildo up and down in the moist slash. The thick
deposit which Henry had left behind served to lubricate the
tightly stretched flesh, but it still looked like she would not be
able to take the monstrous fuck-tool inside of her. Jay pulled
the flanges of her cunt apart with the fingers of one hand while
with the other he continued to try to work the rubber dildo
inside. He turned it first one way and then the other in an
attempt to screw it in. Finally the tapered tip began to work its
way in.
When, at last, the girl's cunt had opened far enough to
accept the entire bulbous head of the dildo, a long, low moan of
pain came from under the sheet. Jay knew that the entry was
hurting the girl, and for some reason which he didn't quite
understand, her moan of pain was exciting him, too. His cock was
jerking and throbbing with excitement as he watched Jan, with a
series of short violent jerky motions, drive inch after inch of
the rubber cock into the girl's tight cunt.
By now her moans of pain were gradually turning to sighs of
pleasure. He could see her body moving up against the sheets and
then down again as she matched the driving rhythm of Jan's
fucking. Jam was moving her hips up and down like a man, fucking
the life out of the bound and covered girl on the bed. Jay could
see her asscheeks bouncing and rolling as she threw her body
wholeheartedly into the task. Each time she came up, the dildo
slipped out of both her cunt and that of the girl, until it
bridged the space between their sweating bodies, held in place
only by the two bulbous heads, which were swallowed by the two
clasping pussies.
Then as Jan's plump body crashed heavily down on top of the
girl's, the dildo was buried in both cunts until nothing but the
flat plastic disk separated them. Jan began moving her ass around
in little circles as she made the traditional in and out motion
which was, in her case, but a burlesque of the reproductive act.
Now both of the women were panting excitedly as the artificial
prick brought them both to the brink of orgasm.
And then, in a perfectly timed duet, both women began to sob
and groan in a rhythmic staccato which signaled the advent of
their mutual orgasm. The voice of the inductee was muffled by the
sheet which was over her face and upper body, but her passion was
nevertheless obvious. Jan's shouts were loud,, as though she
proudly proclaimed her arousal to the world.
Jay joined the audience of anxious spectators as all eyes in
the room were riveted on the straining pair of women. At last
Jan, still huffing and puffing with the strain of her effort, rose
to her knees, pulling the thickly lubricated dildo from the bound
girl's pussy. Then, as Jan rose to her feet, the stiff rubber rod
still jutting from her hairy cunt, she sighed a long sigh of
completion.
"Oh, that was beautiful," she said. "Sometimes I envy those
flesh and blood cocks that you men are always sticking into us.
Then I would have been able to feel that scrumptious pussy of
hers. I for one am glad to welcome her into the club. But on
with the ceremony."
Linda stepped forward, smiling and rubbing her own pussy.
"It should be nice and juicy by now," she said, looking
meaningfully at the glistening pussy of the captive Inductee. "I
want a good long drink. Hold that fountain for me, Jay," she
said. And she fell onto the bed, her soft titties pressing Rat
against the soft white thighs which lay spread before her. Jay
sat on the bed next to the girl, facing Linda. He reached for the
bound girl's pussy, and with both hands, pulled the lips far
enough apart so that Linda could bury her whole face in the hot
wet interior.
Linda pressed her face close to the gaping cunt and inhaled
deeply through her nose. "Smells delicious," she murmured. "I
can still smell Henry. When he's been in a pussy, he leaves his
mark forever. I love the taste of Henry's come direct from his
cock, but it gets even better when I drink it from another woman's
pussy!"
Linda got to her hands and knees and began lapping at the
girl's drooling cunt. Then she lifted her head and spoke softly
to Jay. "Fuck me from behind while I lick this luscious pussy."
His eyes lit up at the command, but then she added, "With the
dildo, darling," and his face dropped. But, dutifully, he got the
dildo and positioned himself behind Linda, who had returned, with
much vigor, to the task of licking the other girl's pussy clean.
As Linda licked, she threw her body forward and back,
adopting the Ducking rhythm automatically. As she swung her hips
backward, the lips of her cunt pulled wide open. Jay took the
first opportunity to plunge the fat dildo directly into her hotly
trembling cunt. As soon as the false cock drove into her, Linda
moaned a long, low animal sound of pleasure, and threw herself
completely into her task. Her moan was joined by an almost
hysterical sobbing coming from under the sheet. The mouthing of
her pussy, coming right on the heels of her orgasm, was almost
more than the bound girl could bear.
The sound of her voice spurred Jay on to drive the dildo,
with lightning speed, in and out of Linda's cunt. Linda pressed
her face even deeper into the free-flowing fountain of the girl's
pussy. The sobs coming from under the sheet became even louder and
more desperate. It sounded as though she were already building to
another orgasm. Linda, encouraged by the helpless sounds of
delight that her tonguing was bringing from the lips of the
inductee, threw her ass back even more vigorously against the
driving of the heavy rubber dildo. Her breathing was becoming
even more labored. Jay could tell that she was about to come my
minute. Then the girl under the sheet began a steady whine and it
was obvious that she, too, was going to pop off any second.
The sheet was flying about as the girl threw her body up
helplessly against Linda's sucking mouth, trying to get the most
out of the tongue-fucking that was carrying her away. And then
the two women were coming together as Jay shoved the dildo all the
way to the plastic disc and Linda buried her tongue in hot cunt-
flesh, all the way to her chin. The room was filled with the
shouts and moans of the coming females, and all present were
breathing hard with the excitement of the vicarious pleasure of
watching the threesome on the bed.
At last it was done, and Linda fell forward across the
heaving body of the sheet-covered girl.
Jay withdrew the dildo from Linda's cunt and Linda fairly
rolled off the bed. Artie Nelson stepped forward, ready for his
ration of the sex-crazed young inductee. Jay, moving aside to
make room for Artie, smiled and made an expansive gesture with a
sweep of his arm. "What's your pleasure, sir?" he asked. "How
can I serve you?"
"Her ass," Artie said. "I want to put it in her ass. Try
and get a pillow under her to lift up her ass for me."
Jay hurried to oblige. The girl under the sheet had joyfully
taken everything that the people in the room could dish out, and
Jay was anxious to see how she would accept a buggering. It
looked as though Artie Nelson had a pretty big cock, and it
couldn't fail to hurt her when he shoved it up her ass. This
would be interesting.
Jay took a pillow from the head of the bed and placed it on
the mattress next to the naked girl's shapely ass. He reached
around under her and squeezed one of her softly rounded asscheeks
in his hand as he lifted her up off the bed. He knew that as he
pulled up on her ass, the bonds were straining at her wrists and
ankles, but she didn't utter a whimper of complaint. She was one
hell of a woman, thought Jay. He couldn't wait to get his own
cock into her. But he knew his chance was coming soon.
He stuffed the heavy pillow under the cheeks of the girl's
ass. As he did so, he saw the angle of her cuntal plane changing.
Her tight brown asshole was visible now, as it ambled up toward
the ceiling. It looked so small and helpless, nestled in the dark
valley between the big round hills of her asscheeks. Artie's thick
cock bulged with excitement, and Jay could see that this was going
to be a tight fit. The thought made his own cock pulse with
aching desire.
He drew his breath in sharply as Artie mounted her, his stiff
cock probing for the tight opening into her hot virgin asshole.
He drove forward, his cock floundering against the luxuriously
soft flesh of her asscheeks. "Looks like I'll need a little
help," Artie muttered. "You don't mind do you?"
"Hell no," Jay retorted. "It's her ass, not mine." With a
snicker, he moved forward and, taking Artie's cock in his hand, g
sided it to the tight brown slit of the bound girl's asshole. He
placed the thick purple head against the tight opening and said,
"Any time you're ready." Artie answered by humping his hips
forward, driving at least two inches of his cock into the tight
hole.
"OOOOW!" the girl cried from under the sheet.
Jay found the sound of her agony exciting him in a strange
way. But, as Artie's prick inched its way into the tight nether
passage, the opening stretched to receive it, and the girl's moan
of pain changed to an unmistakable signal of pleasure.
"All this watching has really gotten to me," Artie murmured.
"I don't think I'm going to last very long in here. I guess
you'll have to finish her off for me." With that, he speeded the
rhythm of his thrusts. Jay could see the wet shank of his thick
prick as it slid easily in and out of the rapidly expanding
opening into her bowels.
"Well, here I come!" Artie cried. "Baby, I'm getting ready
to fill your pretty little belly with a hot load of fuck-juice! I
hope you can take it! This is going to be one hell of an enema!
And here I come!" Artie's words faded out in an uncontrollable
sigh of orgasmic release as his heavily swinging nuts let loose a
cataract of obscenely flowing white goo which filled her asshole
to overflowing, and ran down the round cheeks of her ass to wet
the mattress below. Her body was thrashing about under the sheet
as though she was trying desperately to arrive at a climax of her
own before he withdrew from her. But it was to no avail, for as
soon as Artie's dick had finished spewing its hot load of joy-
juice, he dismounted, leaving her asshole obscenely open for a
moment, the girl moaning in frustrated desire.
Jay's cock was oozing a pearly drop of lubricant. He was
indeed ready for the turn that he had waited for all night. But
he made no move until he received instructions from one of the
others. The one thing that he was sure of was that he didn't want
to do anything to blow this initiation. This club was the most
exciting thing that had ever happened to him. And if tonight's
proceedings were even a small example of what went on, he wanted,
more than anything he had ever wanted before, to be a member of
this group. He looked expectantly at Linda, waiting for the go-
ahead.
Linda could see that Jay was dying to sink his cock into the
girl's cunt, but she wanted to arrange for one more little stunt
first. When Jay found out who it was under the sheet, Linda
wanted to be sure that nothing had been left out.
"I know what you want, Jay darling," she said with a slightly
mocking tone, "but it's not quite time yet. After all, poor Pagan
hasn't had a turn yet. Do you think you can show him what to do?"
"I sure can," Jay said. This was going to be good. He would
get Pagan to lick the captive girl's pussy, and then, if she
didn't flinch at that, he would know that whoever she was, one
thing was for sure: She was utterly without morals or sexual
scruples. He couldn't wait to see what she looked like.
"Here, Pagan!" he called. "Oh, Miss," he added softly, "I
know you're going to like this. Pagan is a full-grown timber
wolf. And he loves pussy. Here, Pagan!" he called again.
At the sound of Jay's voice, Pagan, who had been dozing in a
corner, snapped to attention. He bounded over to the bed. There
was that same smell. He had come to know it well in the past few
days. Now Jay was calling him over to take a good sniff of the
hairy pussy that lay exposed before him. The pillow was still in
place under the girl's ass, and her cunt was pulled wide open. It
pointed straight up at the ceiling.
Pagan put his front paws on the bed and brought his long
cold, wet, pointy nose close to the fur-limed cunt. Then, when he
recognized the musty, somewhat fishy, aroma, he snaked out his
long tongue for a taste of the hot meat that lay before him. It
tasted good. Better than cunt had tasted before. The long period
of titillation to which it had been subjected had made the juices
flow unceasingly, and Pagan began to lick up the never-ending flow
of hot cunt-juice.
At the first touch of the rough animal tongue, the girl began
to squirm and writhe under the sheet. She seemed to be loving it.
That was what Jay had wanted to see. She was game for everything.
He felt a moment of regret that his own wife was such a prude, and
that his only chance to be with a girl like this one was at a
party where he had to share her with others, but then he forgot
that, grateful for the fact that he would be getting a chance at
her at all.
She was rocking her hips up and down, trying to skewer her
cunt even further down on the animal's probing tongue. Her
breathing was becoming rhythmic and labored. It was obvious to
Jay and the others that she was coming to a fast climax beneath
the brutal bestial ministrations of the huge wolf's lapping
tongue. Her orgasm was only strokes away.
Suddenly Linda's voice interrupted Jay's reverie. "Call Pagan
off," she said. "You've earned a turn yourself ."
Jay was more than willing to oblige. "Pagan!" he called, but
the wolf didn't even look up from his tonguing of the sweet
flowing cunt. "Pagan!" Jay called again, this time putting a more
urgent command into his voice. "Pagan, come!" This command he
fairly barked at the wolf, who responded by snapping his head up,
ears erect, and turning to face his master. Then, taking a last
hungry look at the bright-red flesh of the girl's cunt, the wolf
trotted dutifully over to where Jay stood and lay down at Jay's
feet.
"Stay," Jay said softly as he walked toward the bed. This
was the moment he had been waiting for. He was going to get his
chance at last to sink his own swollen cock into the much-used,
much- abused pussy of the sheet-covered girl who lay tied to the
bed.
He knelt between her thighs and inched his way closer to her
pussy, his stiff prick wagging from side to side as he went. The
pillow under her ass had pointed her cunt straight up toward the
ceiling, and so Jay had to position himself over her before he
could place his throbbing cock at the opening to her hot cunt.
When he touched the rubbery head to the warm inner flesh of her
pussy, he thought he would go out of his mind with desire. Her
cunt felt as though it had been brushed with hot melted butter.
His cock slipped easily inside as he lowered himself down. But
her cunt wasn't loose. It was tight and muscular, almost as
though she were a virgin.
As his cock worked its way inside the hot honeyed hole, the
inner walls of her cunt seemed to grab at it. They contracted in
a series of spasms which tried to pull him deeper inside her. He
felt as though her cunt had been waiting a lifetime for only his
cock. The fit was perfect. Every wrinkle of her cunt was filled
by a vein or bulge in the shank of his cock. It felt as though
her cunt had been built around his prick. They fit like a hand in
a glove.
As Jay pounded his prick to the hilt in the pussy of the new
inductee, he felt a moment of deep depression. How complete his
life would have been if he had met and married this girl a year
ago. As he fucked her, his joy was restricted by the haunting
knowledge that he would soon have to return to the cold bed that
he shared with his cold wife. Any pleasure which he might
experience here, tonight or any other night, could only be
fleeting. And of course he'd have to make up an excuse each and
every time that he needed to get his ass out of the house and away
from Karen.
The warm woman who lay beneath him was throwing her body up
at him passionately, as though all the fucking which she had been
getting tonight had only been preparatory to her being fucked by
Jay. He had been watching her all night, and he was sure that she
had not shown this much enthusiasm to any of her other lovers,
male or female, man or beast.
Out of the comer of his eye he saw Henry moving toward the
foot of the bed. In his hand was a pair of scissors. Then Henry
was cutting the bonds which held the girl's ankles to the bed. In
a moment, her long shapely legs were wrapping around Jay. First
she wrapped them around his thighs, and then higher, fastening
them around his waist, pulling him against her, driving his cock
even deeper into her wonderful pussy.
Jay wished that the sheet would be removed so that he could
press his lips to hers while he fucked her. He saw Henry moving
toward the head of the bed, still holding the scissors. He cut
the bonds which held her wrists, but for a moment, she left her
arms stretched out as though they were still tied. Then, as Jay
continued to pound his anxious cock into her hot wet slash, he saw
Henry taking the sheet by one comer. He was getting ready to
remove it, and Jay couldn't wait a minute longer.
Then Linda was beside him on the bed. Her lips were pressed
to his ear as he continued driving his long hard cock into the
still masked girl. He could feel Jan's lips nibbling at his ass,
and he knew that he was only seconds away from his own orgasm.
Then Linda began to whisper in his ear. "Now get ready for
this, Jay. It may be a bit of a shock, but think of how much
pleasure we've all had tonight. Nothing that feels this good can
be bad or wrong. Just keep saying that to yourself."
He could feel Jan's tongue working its way into his asshole
while Linda spoke. It felt wonderful, and somehow Linda's words
were just barely penetrating his consciousness. He didn't want to
wait any longer. His balls were boiling over with the hot
orgasmic load which had been building inside them all night.
"Ooooh!" he moaned. "I'm going to come!" Her contracting
cunt continued to milk at his cock, and he was certain that she
was about to begin still another orgasm. Then, just as he felt
the first spurt of gism wending its long, tortuous way up through
the tubes of his prick, Henry whipped the sheet from the girl, and
at the same time she wrapped her arms around him, pressing her
lips to his other ear.
"Oh, Jay!" she cooed. "I love you!" And they both began to
come.
But the sound of that voice made his blood run cold. It
couldn't be. It couldn't. It simply couldn't. Not Karen. Not
his Karen. It simply wasn't possible.
His cock continued to pump jet after jet of hot come into her
palpitating pussy, but he pulled his head away from her to stare
intently into her face.
It was Karen! Impossible as it seemed, his own prudish wife
had been lying here all night being fucked by her zoology
professor, dildoed by another woman, eaten by his English teacher,
Mucked in the ass by a strange man, cunt-lapped by a timber wolf,
and at last fucked by him with a roomful of spectators, while
another woman licked his asshole. He just didn't know what to
think.
But still his cock pumped its fiery load into her clasping
pussy.
"Karen!" he cried in astounded disbelief. "What's going on?"
"Oh, Jay," she murmured. "The only thing that matters is
that I love you. I don't mind who you fuck as long as you come
home to me when you're finished. And you can see for yourself
that, no matter who fucks me, it'll always be special with you.
Why should we live the hypocritical life of America's middle class
when we cam both be happy and honest with each other at the same
time. " Then, before Jay could respond to her little speech, she
asked him softly, "Tell me, how does it feel for you to have Jan
licking your asshole while you fuck me, with everybody watching?"
Everyone else in the room was silent, waiting for Jay's
response.
After a moment's consideration, he took a long, deep breath.
Then, placing his lips at his wife's ear he whispered, "It feels
wonderful." Then he kissed her long and slow, their tongues
fencing from his mouth to hers and then back again. When at last
they broke the kiss, he whispered, loud enough for everyone m the
room to hear, "I love you. And I guess I'm glad that it happened
this way."
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