Chapter 6

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 dearly 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 fillip 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 undershorts 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 her 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.