THE WOLF WIVES – Chapter 7
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
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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.
"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
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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
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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
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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.
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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.
"I think I can take it," she said, trying to put a joking tone into her voice. "Tell me."
"Well," Henry began, "I think it might be easier if I showed you. Come with me." He
took Karen by the hand and helped her to stand, tottering on her feet. When she rose,
the effects of the drinks seemed to become even stronger. The whole room was
spinning. For a moment she thought that she would fall down. But Henry, taking her
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by the hand, began to lead her toward the other end of the room.
"Now you’ll have to be strong," he said. "I’m afraid this may come as a bit of a shock.
But the main thing is to try to keep a clear head and come to a sensible decision.
Follow me." He led her, staggeringly down the hall toward his bedroom. He hoped that
the realization that he was bringing her into a bedroom wouldn’t scare her away. This
was the most delicate part of the operation. But he was relatively certain that she had
had enough to drink so that she would be more or less oblivious to her surroundings.
He opened the bedroom door and led her inside. When she had stepped in he closed
the door behind her. He left the light off so that it would take her a little longer to be
aware of where she was. There was enough light in the room for him to lead her to the
wall mirror. As he moved it aside, he spoke softly.
"Now it may seem cruel, at first, for me to show you this without any warning or
preparation, but I think you’ll agree in the long run that what I’m doing is best all
around. Please be as quiet as you can. We mustn’t let them know we are watching."
With that he removed the mirror from its place. The window in the wall was
illuminated with the blue light which came from the other room. It made the entire
bedroom light up in a pale ghostly way. For the first time, Karen realized she was in a
bedroom.
"Professor," she said, then she giggled. "I mean, Henry, this is your bedroom, isn’t it?"
"Yes, my dear," he said. "But it’s the only place where I could show you what you have
to see. Come over here." He gestured toward the window, the source of the eerie blue
light. Karen stepped forward and looked through it.
What she saw on the other side of the glass startled her, even in her dazed condition.
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At first she wasn’t sure of what she was seeing. It took her eyes a moment to focus. She
blinked hard, trying to clear up the haze which clouded her vision. Then everything
came into focus. In the other room was a waterbed. It was low, close to the floor. And
there were two people in there. One of them was a woman. She was stark naked. My
God! It looked like Mrs. Wells. She was on her hands and knees on the waterbed. Her
bare ass was facing the window through which Karen was looking. She could see Linda
wells’ beautiful round ass in the pale-blue light. Her cheeks were firm and round and
slightly spread apart, revealing the mysterious-looking dark crack between them.
There was also a man. And he, too, appeared to be naked, but Linda Wells’ body was
directly in Karen’s line of vision and she couldn’t get a good look at him. While Karen
watched, Linda lowered the top half of her body so that her face was flat against the
waterbed. The movement spread her asscheeks even further, and Karen was sure that
she could actually see the dark-brown spot of the blonde woman’s asshole. For some
strange reason the sight of the other woman’s asshole was having a stimulating effect on
Karen. She felt her own pussy growing moist again, and her entire body was suffused
with am all-pervading warmth.
As Linda bent forward, her ass pointed toward the ceiling, and Karen could even see
the tuft of blonde hair which framed her wet pussy. And now Karen had a better view
of the man who was with her. All she could see was the lower part of his body, since his
top half was still obscured by Linda’s naked form. His cock was long and hard and
hairy. Karen could see it swaying to and fro as he moved on the waterbed. Then he
moved around toward Linda’s ass, and Karen could see his whole naked body, all but
his face. He was beautifully built. Karen found that the sight of him was turning her on
tremendously.
For the moment she forgot where she was and that her zoology professor had brought
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her in there to show her something special. She lost herself in voyeurism, allowing
herself to be totally stimulated by the sight of this naked man. The fact that she was
peeking through a window, and that neither Linda Wells nor the man knew that she
was watching made it all the more exciting. Karen’s head was spinning as she drank his
nudity in with her eyes. His body was muscular, and as he moved his muscles rippled.
She felt her pussy throbbing with desire and was only vaguely conscious of Henry’s
body brushing against hers as she watched.
Then the man bent over, bringing his face close to Linda’s naked ass. Karen got her
first clear look at his face. Oh, God! It couldn’t be! He looked like… Jay! She just
couldn’t believe it. She pressed her face against the windowpane trying to get a better
look, to convince herself that she did not see her husband about to put his tongue into
Henry’s wife. She felt weak. Her knees were shaking. She felt as though she would fall
down at any minute. She began to sway in her weakness as she watched Jay press his
lips to the dark crack between Linda Wells’ soft white asscheeks.
"Oh, Henry!" she gasped. "Tell me that it isn’t so! Please tell me that isn’t your wife
and my husband!" Her head was spinning, and she took a step back, trying to regain
her balance. Henry caught her around the waist and guided her gently to the edge of
his bed. When she felt it pressing against the backs of her legs she allowed herself to
fall down heavily onto it. She sat there on the edge of Henry Wells’ bed and stared
blankly at the air in front of her.
"My God!" she said. "What are we going to do?"
"There isn’t much we can do," he answered. He returned once more to the window.
"There they are, your husband and my wife. They’re both naked and she’s on her
knees, all bent over. Jay is licking her ass and her cunt from behind. His cock is stiff
and hard, and it won’t be long before he slides it into her hot cunt. They’ve been at it
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all night. You should have seen what they were doing before. He was lying on his back
and she was shamelessly sucking his cock. It was awful."
His words were having a strange effect on Karen. She knew that his description of her
husband’s infidelity with his wife should be infuriating her, and of course she was angry
and hurt. But there was also something else. Some other emotion was creeping into her
consciousness. She really didn’t understand it but the sight she had seen, and the words
that she was hearing, were exciting her. She felt her panties becoming wet, and her
entire body felt as though it was bathed in perspiration. She wanted to get up and go
back to the window for another look, but she felt too weak and dizzy. Instead she
leaned back onto the bed.
"Oh, Henry," she said weakly. "What are we going to do?"
At once Henry was sitting beside her on the bed. His hands were tenderly stroking her
face and her fevered brow. "There’s only one thing we can do," he said. His hands were
moving across her shoulders to the front of her tight red sweater. "We can’t stop them;
it’s too late for that. There’s only one thing left." His hands began to unbutton the
remaining buttons of her sweater. Karen didn’t feel in the least like stopping him.
"Revenge!" he said softly.
Karen felt his fingers working deftly at the buttons of her sweater. One by one they
opened, exposing her tits to the cool air of the room. It felt good to be partially naked
in front of this man for whom she had the highest respect. When he had finished
opening all her buttons, he slipped one hand inside her sweater and cupped one of her
mammoth titties. She felt her nipple hardening to super-erectness as his fingers sought
it. He held the firm ripe nipple between his thumb and index finger and rolled it gently
back and forth. Karen moaned softly.
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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
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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
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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.
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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
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was in a rush to bury his aching prick in her wet warm cunt.
"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
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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.
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"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 m 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.
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