Linda Wells lay on her back naked, her slim white legs spread far apart, her eyes closed, and her lips in a pouting smile of contentment. The waterbed moved slowly and tantalizingly, making her naked body undulate in a super-erotic way. Her husband Henry, also naked, sat at the edge of the bed and looked at his wife's beautiful body.
Although Linda was twenty-nine years old, she could easily have passed for twenty-three. Her smooth white skin was soft and creamy and without blemish. Her blonde hair was cut short, in a pixie-style haircut which made her face look even younger. Her features were small, like the rest of her. Her full fleshy red lips were a perpetual pout, which always seemed to become more pronounced when she was sexually aroused; and now she was very aroused. It always turned her on to have Henry look at her, and, even though her pretty blue eyes were closed, she was aware of his gaze devouring her every curve.
Then she felt the tips of his fingers trailing gently over the soft skin of her abdomen. She felt his fingertips moving in gently expanding circles as he moved them closer and closer to her big round tits. Although Linda was only five feet tall, and petite enough to wear little girls' clothes, her tits were big and round and so firm that when she stood, they jutted straight out from her chest. Now, as she lay on her back on the waterbed, her big boobs pointed straight up in the air. Her nipples were hard and erect. They were the size and color of fresh strawberries, and she felt them stiffening still more as Henry leaned forward and breathed his warm breath gently across the trembling buds.
By now his hands had moved higher up on her chest, and she could feel him stroking the curving flesh of the bottoms of her tits. Then suddenly he cupped one tit and held it up to his mouth. With gentle firmness he took one ripe red nipple between his teeth and drew the pointy tip of his tongue across its swollen tip. Linda took a long, deep, sobbing breath as her husband began to suck gently on her nipple, his hands continuing to stroke her tits, first one, then the other.
She opened her eyes and looked at her husband. Although Henry was eight years older than his wife, he had the sexual stamina of an adolescent. They had been married for six years, and in that time she had never once outlasted him sexually. He seemed to be able to fuck incessantly, sometimes all night long – and part of the next day. As soon as his big cock finished pumping a hot load into her pussy, or her mouth, it seemed to harden again immediately. In fact, Linda thought that she had never seen Henry's cock when it wasn't at least partially erect.
As he sucked on her big-nippled tits, she reached down and wrapped her fingers lovingly around his cock. It was hard and throbbing, and the feel of it excited Linda even more. She began slowly to massage the satiny skin of the underside of his prick with a gentle motion of her fingertips. Henry's thin muscular body began to move in rhythm to her strokes.
Henry Wells was tall and thin, his entire body covered with a thick growth of black hair. Only on his head was the hair a different color. There, streaks of silvery gray had begun to show themselves, making him look distinguished and handsome without adding years to his appearance. His thin mustache had also begun to silver, but this, too, gave him a look of distinction.
Henry had always said that it was the streak of gray that got him his promotion to full professor two years ago. He had always felt that a university professor ought to have a little gray. Henry and Linda both taught at Monte Bello University, just outside of San Diego. When Henry had been promoted to full professor, they had bought their house in La Jolla. Although they had no children, they had bought a three-bedroom house. The room in which they were now, was set aside as a pleasure dome. Henry had outfitted it with a waterbed, colored lights, and stereo, and almost nothing else. When they decorated the room, he said that it was the culmination of a dream, to have a room in the house to be used for nothing but fucking.
Now Henry's face was buried between his wife's fabulous tits. He turned his face slowly from side to side, tickling the soft skin of her round white boobies with his short, prickly mustache. Linda began to giggle, as she always did when he tickled her tits that way. She tightened her grip on his prick, and began to pull it up and down, feeling it grow even harder and more erect.
Moving slowly, so as not to make waves in the waterbed, Henry turned so that his face was poised just above the downy blonde jungle of hair that covered his wife's softly raised pubic mound. He breathed softly, ruffling the curling strands of wiry pubic hair. He heard his wife draw her breath in sharply. Now Henry had raised up onto his hands and knees, and he moved so that he straddled his wife's face, one knee at either side of her head. His wrinkled scrotum hung straight down from his hairy crotch, and Linda could feel its softly furred skin brushing against her pouting lips as the heavy sac of nuts swayed to and fro with the motion of the waterbed.
She parted her lips and extended her pointy pink tongue just a fraction of an inch. Henry could feel the tip of her tongue grazing gently over the skin of his sac. He humped his hips so that his balls swung back and forth. Linda held her tongue still, pointing straight up so that the motion of Henry's swinging nuts alone moved his wrinkled sac across her hot wet tongue.
Then Henry leaned forward and ran the tip of his tongue slowly and tantalizingly across the lips of Linda's cunt, which had begun to pout like her mouth. He drew the tip of his tongue along the entire length of her cuntal slit, from top to bottom, at the same time whipping his tongue back and forth from side to side. He could feel the lips of her sweet young pussy parting as he licked.
Linda responded to Henry's loving ministrations by opening her mouth wide, and taking nearly his whole scrotum into her mouth. She gently scraped at the wrinkled skin with her teeth, at the same time running her tongue tip around in little circles, exploring first one ball and then the other. She spread her thighs even wider, feeling the moist lips of her cunt parting, almost as though they were being pulled by strings.
As the soft fleshy lips of his wife's cunt opened, Henry could see the deep-red color of the meat of her inner cuntal walls. He breathed deeply, inhaling the spicy sweet aroma of her cunt. There was no woman on earth who could please him as much as his sexy young wife, he thought as he ran his tongue deep into the moist warmth of her inner cunt. He began a rhythmic plunging in and out motion with his tongue, driving it straight into her pussy like a cock, and then drawing it completely out again. Then, once more, he stroked gently with just the tip of his pointed tongue along the moist red slash of her cuntal slit.
He started the stroke at the bottom of her slit, almost at her asshole. Then he drew his tongue upwards, pressing its flat surface against the dewy opening of her twat. When his tongue reached the top of her slash, he continued moving upwards, probing among her blonde ringlets of pubic hair for the pea-sized nubbin of her erect clit. There it was, hard and quiveringly erect. He nudged at it gently, tantalizingly, with the tip of his tongue. Then he began to roll his tongue around and around the throbbing pleasure button.
Linda gasped at the first contact of Henry's tongue with her sensitive clit. Then, reaching up with her hand, she took his hard-on and, pulling gently at the shaft, guided its tip to her warm, moist lips. She kissed lightly at the swollen rubbery tip, and then ran her tongue experimentally over the coronal ridge. A dewy drop of lubricating fluid oozed out from the slit on the end of his cock. She licked at it, slurping the sticky moisture into her mouth, savoring its spicy flavor. Then she sucked the whole head of his pulsating hard-on into her mouth. She sucked vigorously on it, knowing, from years of experience, the way to turn her husband on.
Henry felt his wife sucking at the swollen length of his prick and quivered involuntarily, in a tremor which seemed to begin at his ankles, and to possess his entire body until he was trembling all over. He plunged his tongue deep into the warm wet depths of Linda's syrupy cunt, licking and lapping hungrily at the sweet juices of her desire. By now the waterbed was undulating vigorously, and both Henry and Linda felt as though they were on a raft, being buffeted about in a stormy sea.
Linda's cunt was gaping wide open, and Henry moved his face from side to side as he licked deeper and deeper into the hot juicy cavern of her pussy. He nudged with his nose at her quivering clitoris as he continued to fuck her cunt with his tongue. She had swallowed nearly half the length of his prick and so she couldn't speak, but she was making muffled sounds of pleasure as his tongue plundered the depths of her twat.
Spurred on by the passionate sounds that Linda was making and the vibration of her palate as she groaned, his pecker was titillated even more. Henry took whole mouthfuls of throbbing cunt-flesh between his teeth and his gently grasping lips, and ran his tongue up and down over the ridges of red flesh. Her groans were becoming even more pronounced now, and began to take on a rhythmic cadence that told Henry that she was only inches away from her orgasm.
Moving his hips slightly, he pulled his cock out of reach of her sucking mouth, and continued to plunge his own tongue deeper and deeper, cock-like, into her pussy. The flavor of her juices was beginning to take on the consistency of honey, and the sweetness was giving way to a spicy pungency. Henry lapped diligently, trying to suck the juices from her very core.
Now, her mouth freed of her husband's cock, Linda began to moan and gurgle out the sounds of her pleasure.
"Oh, Henry," she moaned, "it feels so fucking good. Oh, Henry, yes, suck me hard. Oh, yes, do it there. Oh suck me. Oh, yes. Oh yes. Oh yes suck me. Suck my cunt. Oh Henry please don't stop! Oh don't stop now! Oh. Oooooh! Oooooh I'm going to come any minnnuuutttte!"
Suddenly, Henry pulled his tongue out of his wife's drooling pussy. He knew that she loved to be tormented; that if he did it right it even heightened the pleasure of her orgasm. And he knew that the better it was for her, the better she would make it for him.
"Oh, Henry," she sobbed. "Oh, please don't tease me."
"What is it you want?" he asked innocently.
"Oh, Henry, you know what I want!" she wailed.
"Tell me!" he commanded.
"Oh Henry, I want you to suck my cunt. Oh, I want you to make me come. Oh, please, make me come! Fuck my cunt! Fuck my cunt with your tongue!"
"You didn't say please," he taunted.
"Oh, yes, please," she sobbed. "I'll do anything you want. Anything. Oh please. Oooooh!"
Her sob trailed off as Henry once more plunged his tongue deep into the hot confines of her pussy. Almost immediately her hips began to pump in a desperate sex-hungry rhythm. She wrapped her legs about his neck, drawing his face deeper into her fragrant cunt. As Henry lapped deeper into her twat he felt the river of her orgasm beginning to flow. At first the changing flavor of her cuntal secretions signaled the approach of her climax. Then her moans provided further evidence.
And then, as Linda's orgasm exploded in bright flashes of pink and orange and purple and yellow inside her head, she sobbed uncontrollably. "Oh, yes!" she wailed. "I'm commiinngg nooowww!"
Henry felt triumphant pleasure at the sound of his wife's almost irrational voice. He continued to lap and lick at her flowing pussy as she heaved and rolled beneath him, the undulations of the waterbed magnifying her movements. At last her movements slowed until, finally, she lay still. Henry licked gently at her cunt, swallowing every last drop of her sticky sweet orgasmic fluids. By now his cock was so hard that the tip was purple.
Henry rolled onto his back next to his panting wife. His cock stood straight up in the air like a flagpole. Hardly taking a moment to catch her breath, Linda rolled over onto her hands and knees, her mouth poised just over Henry's dick. She lowered her face until her lips were only inches away from her husband's swollen, throbbing hard-on. Then she blew softly against the rubbery bulb at the tip of his cock.
"I promised I'd do anything," she said. "Now what would you like?"
"Suck it!" Henry said simply. "Suck it good!"
Without waiting for further instructions, Linda leaned forward and took the entire head of her husband's prick in her mouth. She just held it for a moment, letting her mouth fill with saliva. Then she parted her lips slightly so that two thin rivulets of saliva trickled out from between her lips and rolled slowly down the shining length of his prick. Then, with a serpentine movement of her tongue, she lashed out at the little rivulets of saliva and stopped them with her tongue, just before they had reached the matted jungle of his black pubic hair. She rolled her tongue back and forth across the soft underside of the shank of his prick as she moved upward toward the tip once more.
Then she pouted her lips and planted a wet, noisy kiss on the purple head of Henry's big dick. Keeping her lips in her wide-open pout, she trailed them wetly down the upper surface of the sturdy fuckpole, nibbling and nipping gently at it as she worked her way down to his wiry black curls. She inhaled deeply, savoring the musty smell of his crotch, and playfully tugged at a curling tuft of hair with her teeth. Then, her teeth bared, she nibbled her way back up his throbbing cock.
Henry thought that he would go out of his mind with pleasure. He wriggled his hips from side to side, pressing his feet deep into the yielding softness of the water mattress. The waves inside the waterbed made them sway back and forth in a slow, steady, sensual rhythm. Henry let a long low moan escape his lips as his wife ran the broad flat surface of her tongue over and around the satiny smooth skin of the head of his cock. Then, opening her mouth wide, she lowered her head swiftly, swallowing his cock until he could feel the tip nosing at the back of her throat.
For a moment, Linda thought that she would gag, but she managed to control the impulse by moving her head slightly up again. She held his cock in place with gentle pressure of her teeth as she swept her tongue back and forth inside her mouth, churning her saliva to a froth which played around his cock like ocean waves.
Just as Linda took his hairy scrotum in her hands and began to softly caress the sac with her fingertips, Henry dug his heels into the water mattress beneath him and thrust his hips up into the air, driving his cock all the way to Linda's tonsils. With a slurping sound, she moved her head up and down in a steady rhythm, sucking hard each time her lips came to the throbbing tip of her husband's hard-on. With her long fingernails, she raked gently at his sac of nuts. With her other hand, she reached around under his ass.
Her index finger snaked its way between the contracting cheeks of his ass. He could feel her fingernail probing deeper and higher, in search of his asshole. Then her fingertip found its mark. She continued scratching at the wrinkled down-covered skin of his sac as the index finger of her other hand parted the tightly clenched lips of his asshole and worked its way inside to explore the rubbery softness. She lowered her head at the same time, swallowing his prick. Then on the upstroke she bared her teeth, scraping them on the smooth skin of Henry's cock.
As Linda lowered her head again, she pulled her teeth in and stroked her husband's cock with the moist surfaces of her lips. She gently kneaded his balls while wiggling a finger around inside his asshole. Henry gasped in delight. Then she let go of his balls, and began pinching the flesh of his thighs between her thumb and the knuckle of her index finger.
Henry felt the hot juice in his balls begin to boil. His cock began to pulsate violently, and he could feel short bursts of hot come beginning to work their tortuous way up from his nuts through the tight coils of tubing which led to the hole at the tip of his prick. He reached for his wife's hair and tangled his fingers in it. It was soft and fine, and because it was short, didn't afford much of a grip. But the silky smoothness of her fine blonde hair, as it stroked the palms of his hands, turned him on still more.
"Oh, baby," he murmured, "I'm going to come."
Suddenly Linda pulled her finger from his asshole and let go of his balls. She straightened up quickly, letting his prick plop from her mouth. "All right, motherfucker," she said playfully. "Do you think I ought to let you hang for a while to get even for your little game?"
"Oh, no!" he cried. "Please don't! I'm sorry. I promise I'll never do it again. But please, please finish me off!"
Immediately, Linda took his cock in her mouth once more and began to suck vigorously, moving her head up and down and fluttering her tongue back and forth across his throbbing shaft. Within seconds Henry felt his orgasm returning. The hot gobs of gism worked their way further and further along the tight tubes of his prick until at last, with a moan, he felt the first hot jet spurting forth from the tight slit in the head of his cock.
Linda felt the hot burst of come juice strike the back of her throat with the heat and fury of a flow of volcanic lava. She gulped greedily at the thick hot fluid, trying to swallow it before the next torrent began. She managed to gulp the gism down a split second before it was followed by another hot blast of goo. And then another. And another.
Linda's cheeks puffed and hollowed as she struggled to keep up with the river of hot gism that pumped from the pulsating tip of Henry's powerful cock. She knew that at any moment she would lose the contest and that the hot torrent of gism would overflow from her gulping mouth. She felt her mouth filling completely with the white liquid, and still she continued to swallow as fast and as much as she could, all the while continuing her sucking of the firehose cock. At last it overcame her, and she could feel thin hot trickles of semen oozing from the corners of her sucking mouth.
The thin streams of white ooze trailed their way down the length of the shank of Henry's cock and matted in his thick shock of black pubic hair. Linda kept swallowing, trying to prevent any more of the precious fluid from being lost. Finally, as Henry neared the end of his orgasm, she began to catch up with the hot flow. She swallowed with big noisy gulps as the pulsations of her husband's big cock began to ease off. At last the pumping ceased completely, and she felt her husband's big prick begin to soften in her mouth. She sucked gently at it until it was shriveled and clean. Then she let it plop from her mouth and, smiling, deposited a wet, noisy kiss on Henry's hairy belly.
Henry shuddered once, and then stretched his long thin body. "Hey," he said. "You suck pretty good for an English teacher. You know?"
"Oh, shit," Linda answered. "That was nothing. I'm just practicing up for a big football player that I have in one of my classes. Boy, would I like to get my teeth into his cock! If its anything like his shoulders, its gotta be big!"
"Big pricks aren't everything, you know," Henry said. "Don't you remember that character that came to the party at Eddie and Marie's last month. He had a cock a mile long, but when he finally found out where to put it he was a real dud. I watched him hump you for at least a half-hour without doing a thing for you. When he finally climbed off, it only took me thirty seconds to get you off."
Linda laughed. "I think that must have been the craziest party we've ever been to," she said. "And we've been to some pretty crazy ones. But I'll never forget that night. Everybody was good and drunk, and everybody ended up fucking everybody else. By the time the guy with the big dick got to me, I was so fucked out that it would have taken a miracle to get me off."
"I got you off, didn't I?" Henry taunted.
"Well, a miracle or you. You're something special, I'll admit. But I'd still like to get my hands on the football player. And I'd love to have him get his hands on me."
"What's this hero's name?" Henry asked, only mildly curious. He didn't really care who his wife had her affairs with so long as there was always something left for him. And there always was. Linda was a real hot handful.
"Burns," Linda pondered. "Jay Burns. Twenty years old, six foot four, and absolutely beautiful."
"Wait a minute," Henry said. "I know that name. There's a girl in my Zoology One class named Karen Burns. And a big lurker with a ten-foot wing span meets her after class once in a while."
"That must be his wife," Linda said. "I know he's married to a girl who also goes to Monte Bello. What does she look like?"
"Oh, she's really something," Henry said, a lustful gleam coming to his eye. "She's got the biggest tits I ever saw. I've had my eye on her since the first day of the semester."
"Big tits?" Linda asked, a trace of jealousy in her voice. "Are they bigger than mine?" She cupped her own tits and held them up, as though offering them for Henry's inspection. As Henry watched, she stroked the smooth skin of her tits until the rosy red nipples hardened to erection. She took one of the berry-sized buds between her thumb and index finger and rolled it lovingly back and forth, licking her lips as she did so. She looked pointedly at Henry's cock, which was already beginning to stir.
Henry loved his wife's tits. The rest of her body was so trim and petite that her tits appeared gigantic by comparison. He loved to bury his face between them and to rub his hands all over them. But there was nothing that excited him more than to see his beautiful wife handling her own tits. More than once he had watched her bring herself to orgasm by doing no more than lying on her back and playing with her own titties. Now, as he watched her rubbing her tits, his cock rose once more to full erection.
"Tell me about Karen Burns," Linda said.
Henry stared in undisguised fascination as his wife gently and lovingly manipulated her big booby. He slowly began to stroke his own cock as he spoke.
"Well," he began, "she's pretty tall. About five-eight, I'd say. And she's on the slim side, narrow waist, almost no ass at all. But she's got these huge beautiful tits. Funny, she seems pretty conservative. I've never seen her go without a bra like all the other girls do. But it doesn't matter. Her titties are so big that there's really no bra in the world that could hold them in."
Henry's words were exciting them both. As he spoke, Linda continued to stroke and pet her tits with one hand. With her other she reached down and began rubbing the patch of blonde pubic hair at the base of her belly. Henry leaned forward for a better view, setting the waterbed in motion again. He could see the deep-red flesh of his wife's inner cunt as she spread her thighs wide open again, this time to grant better access to her hand. With her index and middle finger she gently pried the lips of her moistening pussy apart. She swabbed the wet inner flesh with the tip of her middle finger. Then, as Henry watched, she thrust it all the way into the hot depths of her cunt. She moved her finger around in a little circle, and then drew it slowly out.
She put the glistening wet finger to her lips and slowly, seductively, pushed her tongue forward so that its tip protruded from between her lips. Then, with an expansive and dramatic gesture, she licked the dew of her cunt off her finger. Henry drew his breath in sharply and began pulling more vigorously on his prick as he watched his wife savoring the flavor of her own cuntal secretions.
Linda returned her finger to her cunt. She thrust it deep inside, and then slid it outwards until the tip was all that remained inside. Then she swept her fingertip up and down the length of her cuntal slit. At the top of the upstroke, she made a little figure-eight around the erect little bud of her clitoris.
"Oh, Henry, it feels so good," she whispered. "I'm going to play and play and play until I come again. Do you want to watch?"
Henry moved around so that his head was at the foot of the bed. From there he had a perfect view of his wife's hot pussy, and of the motions that she was making with her finger. Her other hand was moving slowly from one tit to the other, stroking, petting, tweaking, rolling, pinching and patting. Henry sighed, and jerked off even more vigorously.
"Oh, baby," he murmured. "I think I'd like to see you make that football player. A kid like that, still wet behind the ears, could never keep up with you. After you fuck him you'll really appreciate me. Want me to help you get him?"
"Awful nice of you," she said, her finger still plunging deep into the warm wetness of her cunt. "As if I need help in getting anyone. But, tell me, lover, what would you get out of all this?"
"Why, Mrs. Burns, of course," Henry said, still jerking off. Now the conversation had aroused him still further, and, together with the sight of his wife masturbating right there in front of him, had brought him almost to the point of another orgasm. "I don't mind telling you," he continued, "that I'd really enjoy sliding my hot cock into her tight little pussy. That sweet young thing can't be more than nineteen years old."
"Just as I thought," Linda said. "You're nothing but a dirty old man…" But her voice trailed off as her finger made little spiraling circles around her hot throbbing clit. Her hips were moving involuntarily in circular motions, in imitation of the rhythm of fucking. "Oh, Henry," she began to chant. "Oh, Henry, keep watching, because this is it. Oh, Henry, I'm going to come. Oh, Henry, any second now! Oh, yes, here it comes!"
Henry's hand was whipping up and down the shaft of his cock. A sparkling drop of moisture had formed at the tip of his throbbing hard-on, and his hand moved softly across the rubbery head, smearing the lubricating fluid around in a circle and spreading it down the shank of his rock-hard pecker.
"Wait for me, baby," he said. "Just another moment and I'll come with you."
"Oh, Henry!" she said, her voice shrill with tense sexual excitement. "Come all over me! I want to feel your hot gism splashing all over my tits!"
Henry moved to his knees and crawled closer to his hotly masturbating wife. He stood on his knees, his hand still pumping at his cock which stood straight out from his body, pointing directly over his wife's mammoth boobs.
"All right, baby," he said. "Ready whenever you are."
"Oh, Henry!" Linda cried. "I'm ready right now! I'm… I'm… I'm commmiiinnnggg!" Her moaning cry was muffled as she turned her head from side to side, overcome by the sheer ecstasy of her self-induced climax. At the same moment Henry began to grunt out the first signs of his own building orgasm. He felt the spasms of pleasure begin at his balls and work their way up the length of his cock. Then, with a long low groan, his climax began.
The first hot spurt of searing white semen arced in a long graceful curve from the tip of his pulsating prick. The whirling gob of come splashed against the smooth white skin of Linda's tit. Henry moved his hips back slightly, and the next burst of joy-juice landed squarely on her big red nipple. At the feel of the hot liquid splashing against her sensitive nipple, Linda moaned again. Her body was writhing wildly, making the waterbed roll about like a stormy sea. Her fingers whipped madly in the churning froth of her pussy as the juices of her own orgasm wet her entire hand and made shiny wet streaks on the smooth flesh of her inner thighs.
Henry continued to jerk his cock, pumping burst after burst of hot come all over his wife's pretty tits. Then, as the strength of the jets began to diminish, his cock began to soften and the line of fire changed. Now the oozing drops of semen dripped onto Linda's flat white belly. With her free hand, she rubbed the sticky goo across her skin, shampooing her blonde pubic hair with it. Then with a sigh, and one last shudder, she lay still, her motionless hand covering the wet slit of her cunt.
"Oh, Henry," she sighed. "You know just what I like."
"You'd better believe it," he said smugly. "But I suppose you won't be content until you've seduced that football player, so I guess I'll just have to go along for the ride. And there might even be a little unexpected surprise, too."
"Henry Wells!" Linda said, her tone mocking. "I think you know something you're not telling me."
"Well," Henry began, "it's only an idea, but I have a feeling that the Burnses might make a welcome addition to our little circle of friends. You see, Karen Burns just happened to mention to me after class one day that she has a pet timber wolf. A timber wolf! Can you imagine what fun we could have with a timber wolf at one of our little Saturday-night get-togethers?"
"Oh, Henry," his wife said, "you are a dirty old man!"
Henry winked and said, "Dirty old men need love too, you know."