Steve Forest - The wolf wives

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.