Steve Forest - The wolf wives

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.

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.