Jay's knock was answered almost instantly by Linda Wells. When she came to the door, she was dressed in a floor-length hostess gown. It was practically transparent, and Jay could see that she wore nothing at all underneath it. Her big tits were clearly visible through the thin material, and Jay could see her nipples, big and erect, pressing against the ruffled bodice of the diaphanous gown. He couldn't stop his gaze from traveling to her crotch, where he could see the shadowy outline of her furry pubic mound.
Linda took his hand and pulled him quickly inside. "I thought you'd never get here," she whispered breathlessly, stepping into his arms. Jay could smell the lightly perfumed fragrance of her hair as she pressed her body to his. He felt his cock stiffening in his pants.
"I'm sorry," he murmured, "but it wasn't too easy for me to get out of the house. Finally I told Karen that I had to go to a football meeting. I won't be able to stay out too late, or she'll know I was lying to her."
"Then there's no time to waste," Linda said softly. She moved her body from side to side, rubbing her hard-pointed tits against Jay's chest. Jay could feel his cock, stiff and hard, jabbing at her soft thigh, and it was exciting her. She loved to be able to excite a man, and this young football player was something special. He was so naive, and so eager. They had barely made contact and already his cock was hard and ready for action. And there was the added feeling of knowing that three days a week he would sit in her classroom, surrounded by other young eager students, listening to her lecture on English composition, and only the two of them would know how intimate they were.
She stepped back quickly, holding both of Jay's hands in her own. "How do you like my outfit?" she asked.
"I love it," he responded, again unable to tear his eyes from her hairy twat. "Or, what I mean is, I love you in it."
"And will you love me out of it?" she asked, with a seductive huskiness creeping into her voice.
"First chance I get," Jay answered.
"Well, what are we waiting for?" Linda said. She led Jay toward the room with the waterbed. "There's so little time and so much to do." She opened the door to the pleasure-room and invited Jay inside with a sweeping gesture of her hand. She flipped a switch on the wall, bathing the room in a soft blue light. "I'm sorry, sir," she said jokingly. "The air-conditioner isn't working. But if you slip out of your clothes, I'll try to find a way to make it up to you."
Jay began to tremble all over at her words. He simply couldn't believe that it was about to happen again. She was one of the sexiest and most beautiful women he had ever seen, and here she was falling into his arms with no effort at all on his part.
"I think I'll need some help getting out of my clothes," he said. "Do you think you can oblige me? I'm a big tipper."
Linda could see that Jay was trying to cover his nervousness by joking with her, and that excited her all the more. This young man was obviously so inexperienced that he just wasn't sure of what to do or say. But his strong young cock made up for his lack of experience. She felt her pussy growing moist as she looked at the rising bulge at the crotch of his pants. Without a word, she stepped forward and reached for the zipper of his fly. Linda quickly unzipped it.
His pants gaped open, pulled by the pressure of his long stiff hard-on. Linda deftly reached inside and pulled out his cock. It was thick and muscular. She could see one long blue vein which ran the length of the massive prick, originating in the curling jungle of his pubic hair and winding its way along the shank to the swollen bulbous head. The blue vein pulsated rhythmically, its rhythm matching the rapid beating of his heart.
Jay stood fully dressed, but with his cock sticking out of his open fly like a flagpole. He felt slightly embarrassed, and thought for a moment that Linda Wells was, in some way, making fun of him. But then she stroked the length of his cock softly with just the sharp points of her fingernails. At the contact, the head of his prick swelled still more, and its color began changing from red to a deep purple.
Then Linda unbuckled his belt and unsnapped his waistband. His pants fell around his ankles. She dropped to her knees in front of him and leaned forward. She pursed her lips in an exaggerated kissing gesture and kissed lightly at the throbbing purple cockhead. Then, taking his ankles in her hand, she lifted his feet, one by one, out of the pants. With one quick motion she pulled his under shorts down the length of his hairy muscular thighs and kissed his prick once more as she pulled the shorts from his feet. Then she rose to her feet once again. She stood on her tiptoes and kissed Jay's lips while her hands began to play with and caress his prick.
"Am I pleasing you?" she asked, her voice trembling with humility.
"More than I can say," he answered.
"Lie down on the waterbed and I'll please you still more," she said. "But first take off the rest of your clothes."
Jay quickly pulled his sweater and his shirt off over his head. Then, kicking off his shoes, he went to the waterbed and lay down, completely naked, on his back. His prick stood straight up in the air. A moment later Linda, still wearing her transparent hostess gown, knelt at the side of the waterbed. In her hand was a bottle of body oil. "I think you're going to like this," she said. "Have you ever had a massage?"
"I've been to steam rooms, and Turkish baths," Jay answered. "But I have a feeling that this is going to be a little different."
"I think so," Linda said. She uncapped the bottle of oil and poured a little of it onto Jay's hairy belly. The oil was warm, almost body temperature, and Jay hardly felt it touch his skin. But then Linda's hands were on him, slowly and gently spreading the oil over his belly and upwards onto his chest. He felt her hands, strong but gentle, as they rubbed the warm scented oil over his body. She moved her hands in sensuous little circles, taking care to cover every inch of his skin with the oil. She began in the region of his navel, working the oil outward in gradually expanding circles, until she had oiled his belly, hips, and the lower part of his chest.
As her hands began to gently knead the area of his pectoral muscles, he felt his nipples hardening.
This was something he had never experienced before, and at first he felt embarrassed by it. It seemed like a purely feminine response, and he didn't want Linda to think of him as anything but masculine. He looked at her face to see if she had noticed. She was looking directly at the hardening nipples and smiling.
"So you like my massage?" she asked rhetorically. Her attitude was so natural that Jay's embarrassment left him immediately. She continued to rub his chest, making oily circles around the hard points of his nipples. Then she leaned forward and, using just the pointed tip of her tongue, licked each of the hard pink points.
Again Jay was surprised, as he saw and felt her licking his nipples. He had never thought of such a thing being sexual when done to a man. Tits were feminine, and he had always thought the same of nipples. But as her tongue made tingling circles around and across his hardening nipples he felt his body being suffused by a sensuous, sexual warmth which he could not, nor did he want to, ignore. It felt wonderful! His cock was throbbing mightily as she kept up the titillation of his nipples. He closed his eyes and moaned softly.
As if in response to Jay's moan, Linda bit gently at each nipple and then pulled her mouth away. She continued to rub the oil around and around on his chest. She placed her lips next to his ear and blew gently as her hands massaged his body. "Do you like it?" she asked softly. Then, before he could answer, she thrust her tongue into his ear and licked softly, following the convolutions of his ear with her tongue, working it slowly inside.
"Oh…" Jay moaned. "It feels wonderful."
"That is only the beginning," Linda said. "I'm just getting started. Wait 'til I get to your cock. You're going to love it."
Jay found himself becoming even more aroused by her use of the word "cock". Now Linda's hands were working at his belly again, and his cock was pulsating madly with anticipation. She poured some more oil onto his belly, filling the indentation of his navel as if it was a cup. Then she dipped two fingers of each hand into the puddle of oil and stroked two long streaks that began at his belly and traveled down the length of his thighs to his knees.
Then, working with both hands on one thigh, she began to rub the oil gently into his skin. She moved her hands from side to side, working her way up from the knee. As she came closer to his balls, she gently pulled his legs further apart. Jay was wild with anticipation. He watched as Linda took the bottle of oil and uncapped it, holding it over his balls. She tipped the bottle slowly, letting just a few drops of the warm scented oil trickle out and drip onto his wrinkled scrotum. But then she returned to his thigh again, letting the oil soak slowly into the skin of his sac of nuts.
She quickly moved her hands to the other thigh and repeated the trip from knee to crotch. When she reached his balls, she again stopped and let a few drops trickle from the bottle onto his scrotum. Then, as Jay watched, she poured oil onto her hands and cupped them. She moved toward his nuts, and Jay felt his cock expanding still more. It felt as though it was about to explode. She moved her hands to within an inch of his scrotum, and stopped. Then with a giggle, she moved lower and began to rub the oil onto the soles of his feet. Her teasing was driving him mad.
Linda could feel the tension building in Jay's muscles. She didn't want him to pop his nuts too soon, like he had done last time, but she didn't want to give him a case of blue balls either. She knew that she would have to stop her teasing soon or the poor boy would go out of his mind. But watching him squirm with desire was arousing her in a perverse kind of sadistic way, and she wanted to prolong it just a little more. While she rubbed his feet, she began kissing him on the inside of his left leg. She moved her face along the length of his leg, kissing higher and higher until she was only millimeters away from his balls. She hovered over them for a moment, breathing her hot breath on the sensitive skin of his scrotum. Then she moved her mouth to his right leg and kissed her way back down to his foot.
But she had decided to torment him no longer. Linda again poured oil onto her hands. This time, however, she held his scrotum softly in both her cupped oily hands. At the touch, Jay let out a long low moan of relieved pleasure.
"Ooooh, I thought I would go mad before you got to it," he sighed. "But it was worth waiting for."
"Don't worry," Linda said. "I'll give you your chance to get even. Later."
Linda moved her fingers rapidly, one after the other, spreading the warm oil over the whole of his wrinkled scrotum. The sensation was exquisite. Jay was conscious of his whole body writhing and squirming in uncontrollable pleasure as she stroked his aching balls. This woman was sensational, he thought. He watched her as she licked her lips seductively. He had never even imagined that a woman could take so much pleasure in pleasing a man. Linda Wells was so different from his own wife that they were like two different species of animal.
He felt her fingers slipping around his balls as she spread the warm oil over his sac. His cock was pulsating madly, and Linda let the tips of two of her oily fingers stray upwards stroking the base of the throbbing hard-on. Jay could see her huge round tits moving around inside her diaphanous gown. Her nipples were hard and pointy and rubbed against the soft material.
"Why don't you take off your gown and let me see all of you?" he asked, his voice hardly more than a croak.
"I'll have to let go of your balls to do it," she said teasingly. "Are you sure you can stand it?" Then, with one quick motion, she stood and pulled the gown over her head, revealing her naked loveliness to Jay's hungry gaze. As her arms moved upwards, pulling at the gown, her tits were uplifted, until the nipples pointed up toward the ceiling. Then, she tossed the gown away from her and dropped her arms to her sides. Her tits bobbed and rolled around as they dropped back into place. Jay followed the movement with his eyes, fascinated by the way the huge globes were animated with a life of their own.
Linda rubbed her oily hands quickly over her tits, caressing the pebble-hard nipples with her palms. When she took her hands away from them, they were shiny with oil. Then she rubbed her hands quickly, one after the other, across her furry pubic mound. She fell to her knees once more at the side of the waterbed and went back to rubbing Jay's balls with her oily hands. She bent forward, bringing her mouth close to his swollen cock. Jay knew what she was about to do, and the thought of her blowing him made him feel as if he would come within seconds. But he resolved to give a better showing than he had last time. In the bedroom, Henry Wells hung up the phone and rubbed his hands with glee. It wouldn't be long now. Things were going exactly according to plan. Karen Burns would be on her way over to see him and to hear what he had to tell her. He knew that, even in her wildest imagination, she could not have any idea of what she would be hearing and seeing. And, he hoped, what she would be doing. By now, he was sure, Linda and the Burns boy would be hot at it. Jay Burns would be oblivious to everything else that was going on in the house. Henry was dying to peep in through the one-way glass to see what Linda and Jay were up to, but he had one piece of business to attend to first. Just a little insurance to guarantee that Karen would be in the proper frame of mind. He got up off the bed and headed for the living room. He went to the portable bar and took out a bottle of vodka. From his pocket he removed a vial of white powder: Sure-breed, as it was known to zoologists. Sure-breed was a chemical given to laboratory animals when their keepers wanted to be sure that they would reproduce. As its name suggested, the white powder acted like an aphrodisiac to insure that the female would be receptive to any sexual advance made by the male. Henry's friends in the biology department had told him that they could see no reason why Sure-breed wouldn't be as effective on humans as it was on white mice. In any event, it couldn't harm the recipient. Henry smiled as he emptied the contents of the vial into the bottle of vodka. At first the liquid clouded, but then, as the powder dissolved, the vodka became clear again. No way to tell what had been added. Henry smiled lewdly as he put the bottle back into the cabinet. He couldn't wait to get his hands on those big beautiful round tits of his naive young student. He returned, quietly, to his bedroom.
Once inside the bedroom, Henry shut the door. He removed all his clothes and tossed them idly on a chair. Then, thinking better of it, he rolled them up and threw them onto the floor of his closet. He didn't want to spoil his dignified image. With any luck at all, the young Mrs. Burns would be seeing the inside of this room tonight. Couldn't have her thinking that he was a slob. He took a pair of white pants from the closet and laid them on the bed. Next to it he put a purple smoking jacket and a purple silk scarf. Perfect.
Before dressing, however, he couldn't resist the urge to peek in on his wife and her young lover. He went to the mirror which hung on the wall and moved it carefully aside. By looking through the little window in the wall, he could see right into the pleasure room. Linda had, of course, left the light on as they had planned. He could see everything.
Jay Burns was stretched out flat on his back on the waterbed, his eyes tightly shut. Linda, nude and beautiful, was kneeling next to the mattress. Her tits were big and round and glistened in the blue light. It looked as though she had been rubbing them with oil. Jay's entire body shone with the same oily sheen. When Henry and Linda had planned the evening's events, they had not discussed the techniques that Linda would employ in her lovemaking with Jay. Henry had enough confidence in his wife's abilities as a lover that such a discussion was unnecessary.
Now it looked like she had been doing some tricks with body oil. Henry knew well her techniques with oil. He almost envied the Burns lad. His entire body glistened, and it was obvious that she had done a thorough job of rubbing him with oil. Now she held his balls in her hands and was rubbing them softly and sensuously, while she licked his cock up and down with her tongue. At the sight of it, Henry's own prick sprang to full erection.
He continued to watch as Linda took the young football player's prick in her mouth and held it there without moving her head. She kept up the steady movement of her hands on his balls while she allowed her mouth to fill with warm saliva, bathing the young student's cock. At the erotic sight, Henry felt his cock beginning to throb achingly.
As he watched his wife blowing the Burns lad, Henry reached down and casually took his own cock in his hand. He liked the feel of the rock-hard prick, throbbing as he stroked his fingers up and down its length. While he watched, Linda began to move her head slowly from side to side. Henry knew that she was rolling the stiff young prick around in her mouth with her tongue. He knew well how good it felt to have her sucking and licking every part of a prick at once, and for the moment, wished that it was he on the waterbed instead of Jay Burns. But then he thought about where it would all lead, and lost his envy.
Henry held his own stiff prick in his clenched fist and squeezed it lightly. He began to jerk his hand up and down. At first he moved ever so slightly, his hand traveling less than an inch with each stroke. But then, as Linda's head began to move up and down, dragging her warm soft moist lips along the entire length of the shank of Jay's cock, Henry matched her strokes with those of his hand.
Actually, he liked jerking off. He liked to feel his cock swelling to meet the strokes of his hand. He liked to feel the ridges and veins of his own prick as he pulled it up and down, driving himself to orgasm.
Now as he watched Linda sucking voraciously at Jay Burns' stiff young prick, he couldn't stop himself from pulling joyously at his own pecker. While he jerked off, he reached down with his left hand and cupped his scrotum, which was swinging gently to and fro.
He watched Linda playing with Jay's balls as she sucked him off. She cupped his hairy sac in one hand and squeezed it gently, while with the other hand she stroked the base of his telephone-pole prick. Henry tried to match her motions with his own hands on his own nuts and cock.
He cupped his balls, feeling both stones clearly outlined against the thin skin of his sac. He rolled them around in his fingers while, with his other hand, he continued to pull slowly up and down on his cock. The thick collar of skin just below the cockhead moved up and down with the motion of his jerking hand. He took his hand away from his prick for a moment and held it to his mouth. He allowed a trickle of drool to ooze from his lips, wetting the palm of his hand. Then he returned his lubricated hand to his swollen cock.
As he jerked slowly up and down, he rubbed the warm saliva into the silky skin of his prick. It felt good and warm, like the inside of Linda's cunt. He watched her filling her mouth with another man's prick and imagined that it was her mouth on his cock instead of his hand. With his other hand he continued rubbing his balls.
Now he moved his cupping hand lower. As he rolled his balls around in his hand he moved the tip of his middle finger up along the back of his scrotum. It snaked between the muscular cheeks of his ass, seeking his warm, tightly closed asshole. He could see that Linda was doing the same to the young excited Jay Burns. Her head moved rhythmically up and down as she fucked his cock with her mouth. One of her hands stroked his cock in unison with her sucking mouth while the other was probing for his asshole.
Jay had placed his feet flat against the mattress and raised his knees into the air so that his asscheeks separated to make Linda's search easier. Her finger found the crack and slowly, inch by inch, she was penetrating it. Henry did the same to his own asshole. The feeling was fantastic. He was watching his wife making love to one of her students while he was jerking himself off. He knew that Linda knew that he was watching her. He knew that Linda was genuinely excited by Jay Burns, but he also knew that her excitement, to a great extent, stemmed from the fact that she knew her husband was watching her at play. And both of them were aware that Henry would soon, if all went well, be sliding his own anxious prick into the tight little cunt of Jay Burns' big-titted wife.
Henry pulled harder and more insistently on his own pulsating prick. He only wished that there was some way to let Linda know that he was jerking off as he watched her. He knew that that would increase her pleasure, thus making her work even harder at Jay's prick. He had thrust his middle finger into his own tight asshole as far as the first knuckle. While he pulled his prick, he rotated his fingertip in tight little circles inside his ass. It felt wonderful.
Linda had let Jay's cock slip from her mouth, and was holding it in one hand. The throbbing organ glistened with a mixture of her saliva and Jay's lubricating fluids. Her head was buried between his thighs, and Henry could see that she had taken his scrotum into her mouth. She was sucking gently on it as she jerked his prick up and down. The sight of it made Henry's cock pulsate with envy and desire. Henry drove his finger deeper into his asshole and tightened his grip on his cock. He felt as though he would come soon, but wanted to hold out at least as long as the kid in the next room.
Now Linda dipped her head lower. Jay was digging his toes into the water mattress and lifting his ass high off the surface of the bed. Linda had brought her head down below his balls. She reached out with her tongue and licked the wrinkled skin of his sac. Then, still jerking his cock with her hand, she extended her tongue as far as it would go and ran its tip along the tight crack of Jay's ass. Jay shuddered with delight at the erotic contact. Although Henry couldn't hear him through the wall, he could see that he was moaning and groaning in pleasure.
An involuntary moan escaped Henry's lips, and he was glad that the walls of the room were more or less soundproofed. His finger was buried in his own asshole, the palm of his hand pressed flat against the hairy cheeks of his ass. As he finger-fucked his ass, he tickled his balls with his other hand. Then he returned it to his cock and pulled up and down in long masturbating strokes. He knew that he would pop his load any minute. To delay his orgasm, he paused at the top of each stroke, tightening his grip on his cock and squeezing the shank just below the swollen purple head. Then he pressed his finger against the tight hole at the tip of his prick, as if to staunch the impending flow of hot gism.
In the other room, Jay was writhing and squirming in the exquisite agony of sexual pleasure as he felt Linda Wells' tongue driving deep into his asshole. Her hand pulled up and down on his wet and slimy prick and he felt that he would not be able to hold out any longer. He was sure that he would not know how to return to Linda the pleasure that she was giving him. He knew that when she had finished doing him, it would be his turn to do her and he was sure that his lack of experience would show. He felt nervous, but the sheer pleasure that he felt was drowning out the nervousness. Now he could think of nothing but the circular waves of delight that were emanating from his groin and spreading to his entire body. Oh, it felt so good.
Gone was all thought of Karen waiting for him alone at home. Gone was all feeling of guilt or shame at what he was doing or at what was being done to him. In his mind there was room for no thought whatsoever. There was room for nothing but the sheer feeling of sexual pleasure that he was experiencing. He felt that he had become nothing more than an animal in heat. He compared himself to Pagan, rutting mindlessly in the sensuous delight of the blonde seductress who had performed her obscene acts on the body of the wolf, and now on his own body.
He wanted to scream in joy as he felt Linda Wells burying her tongue to the hilt in his tightly clasping asshole. He wished that there was a mirror on the ceiling so that he could actually watch what she was doing to him. But he contented himself instead with closing his eyes tightly and letting his imagination have free rein. He could see her in his mind, her blonde head between his spread thighs, his hairy scrotum brushing at her cheek. Her mouth was suggestively open and her tongue thrust all the way out. He could see the tight brown lips of his asshole parting to make way for her probing tongue as she drove it relentlessly in and out of the crack.
The air seemed to be filled with the sensuous smells of sex. He could hear the sounds of his breathing, and of Linda's. As their bodies melted into one. His entire body felt wet and slippery with a combination of oil, his own hot perspiration, and Linda's saliva. He could feel her fine blonde hair tickling his balls and inner thighs as she drove her tongue deeper in and out of his ass. He knew that his climax was fast approaching, and that when it came there would be nothing he could do to stop the hot flow of his fluids. His breath was coming in short gasps, and he felt as though he had just finished ten hours of football practice.
"Oh, Linda!" he sobbed. "You're fantastic!"
At the sound of his trembling voice, Linda knew that she had brought him to the brink of a quivering orgasm. She was sure that Henry was watching through the one-way glass, and the knowledge was arousing her even more than the gasps of her young student. She was performing as much for her husband's edification as for Jay's. If she knew Henry, he was jerking off right at this moment. And that she would be too – watching him fuck the young Burns woman. But she knew that Henry would tell her all about it later, when they were alone. And she was also sure that, inexperienced as Jay Burns was, he would find ways to please her when his turn came. And, of course, her secret knowledge would help to bring her to the height of orgasm anyway.
As she tongue-fucked Jay's asshole, she could feel him writhing beneath her. She knew that he would be coming any minute. She jerked more steadily up and down on his throbbing prick as she drove her tongue even deeper into his tight brown asshole. The taste and the smell of his ass were exciting her, and she wanted him to come quickly so that he could get to her. Then she heard him sobbing rhythmically.
"Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, Linda! Oh, Linda! Oh, I can't hold out any longer! Oh, Linda, I'm going to come! Oh, Linda, here it comes! I'm going to come any second! Oh, yes, here it comes nooowww!"
Henry watched as the first spurts of hot white come pumped from the tip of Jay's prick and arced through the air, landing on Linda's soft white back. Gob after gob of hot gism sailed through the air to splash on Henry's wife, wetting her back and even her soft blonde hair. At the sight of his pretty young wife being soaked with the young football player's come, Henry could contain his orgasm no longer. His hands moved even faster, jerking up and down on his prick until he, too, began to pump his load of hot juice. It shot from his cock, hitting the wall and running thickly down onto the floor. The gism shot forth in a torrent that seemed as though it would never end.
Then, as Jay's cock began to deflate and shrivel Henry felt his own orgasm coming to an end. He continued pulling on his prick until the last drop of hot joy-juice had squeezed out of the tip, and his cock began to shrink. Then, taking a handkerchief from a bureau drawer, Henry wiped the thick scum off the wall and floor. He carefully put the mirror back in place, hiding the one-way glass.
Smiling a contented smile, Henry Wells began to dress. Although he had just finished his orgasm, only moments before, he was already thinking about how fine it would be to slide his prick into Karen Burns' waiting pussy. He felt his cock hardening again.