Steve Forest - The wolf wives

"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.

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.