Steve Forest - The wolf wives

"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.