Steve Forest - The wolf wives

"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."

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.