Steve Forest

The wolf wives

CHAPTER ONE

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 all 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 TWO

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 in 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 THREE

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," Jan 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 moved 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 Jan'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 Jan 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 Jan'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 Jan 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 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 FOUR

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 under shorts, 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 really 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 FIVE

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 in 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 under shorts. 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 in 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 SIX

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 clearly 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 feeling 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 under shorts 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 his 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 in 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-titted 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 too – 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 SEVEN

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 an 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 in 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 EIGHT

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 NINE

As Jay turned down the block where the Wells' 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 hard 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'm 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 flat 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 size of a 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 dildo 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. Jan 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 tight 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 fucking 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 any 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, guided 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-lined 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 corner 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 corner. 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, fucked 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 can 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 in the room to hear, "I love you. And I guess I'm glad that it happened this way."

Content

Steve Forest
The wolf wives

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER EIGHT

CHAPTER NINE