Jeff Collins: Eager, spreading wife

Rod's second orgasm was even more violent than the first. Janet was busily sucking on his toes and rotating her rear end over him, when he felt the churning of his balls and the stiffening of his prick. He knew that this would have to be his final climax for a while, and he was determined to make it a potent one.

His own hips began rising and his pelvis began thrusting upward to meet the downward motion of Janet's. When the eruption took place, they were butting into each other like a pair of maddened bulls. He forced his face into Lorna's cunt, rammed his tongue home as firmly as he could, and then collapsed.

The girls took turn sucking him hard this time. And, when his cock was up, Rod knew exactly what he was going to do.

He gave them both instructions. "Lie down on the foot of the bed so that your legs are dangling off the edge. But be sure to lie side by side so that even your legs are touching."

"Oh," Janet grinned, "I think I know what you've got in mind, honey."

"I'll bet you do," Rod chuckled. "I'm going to take turns sticking each one of you until I come. It's going to take me a little while, so I'm hoping you'll both get plenty of action out of it until then. Okay?"

"Okay!" both girls chirped.

They lay side by side and raised their legs up, bending them at the knee. Rod stood back and watched, fascinated, and then moved in between them. Then he guided the throbbing shaft of his cock into Lorna's tight cunt and leaned forward.

Her legs came up swiftly and scissors around them, while her arms pulled him closer and yet closer to her body. Their lips met and their moans of passion grew louder by the moment as he pumped and fucked away at her violently.

Then, when he felt that he was about to unleash his load, be forced his withdrawal from her and turned to Janet. She was waiting for him with open arms and legs. The moment he entered her soft cunt, she closed down on him in much the same manner as Lorna had done.

The basic difference between the girls was in their types of build. Each had to operate with the tools that nature had provided for her.

Lorna had long, slim legs and was able to wrap them completely around Rod, using the legs for his guidance. Janet, on the other hand, had shorter legs. That handicapped her in a way, but it gave her hips even more freedom to operate, and operate them she did.

She shifted and shunted first way and then another, until it would seem impossible for Rod to restrain himself for any length of time without having to unload. But hang on he did, and gave a good account of himself while doing it. Then, when he felt that unmistakable urge to erupt again, he withdrew and threw himself back onto Lorna.

Lorna made up her mind to have him come into her, and used every movement in her power to accomplish that goal. She was so turned on by the wild fucking that she began uttering a series of moans and groans and grunts that had Rod as hot as she was. Her hips moved up and down with every gesture of her legs, and the movement it created in her pelvis was breathtaking.

Rod took it for just as long as he could, then he shifted back to Janet once again. Janet was just as determined as Lorna to gain the benefit of his come, and she also resorted to every movement, as she had ever known in order to achieve it.

Rod rode her for all he was worth. Then, at the last second he shifted back to Lorna's delectable cunt and started his come.

The first burst was an incredible blast that nearly tore off the top of Lorna's head. She pulled him to her body more tightly than ever, and responded with a flow of love juices of her own. Their lips mashed together, and even their teeth pound as the force of their fucking turned than into animals. And then they were through, and Rod collapsed, a smile of total satiation creasing his lips.

"Jaw Christ, what the fuck is going on!"

Lorna looked up and smiled.

Her husband Jerry was standing in the doorway. His face was screwed into an angry scowl, but she could tell from the bulge in his pants that his prick was rock-hard.

Rod and Janet were gone. Lorna had put on a sheer negligee. Jerry was sitting in a chair at the foot of the bed, the stunned look still on his face.

"You were kind of surprised when I told you I knew about you screwing Janet, weren't you?"

He nodded dumbly.

"I just figured that, if you can fuck every cunt you see, I can fuck every cock. And I thought it would be fun if Janet were here to enjoy it with me!"

Jerry's eyes were hot as they swept across the big lumps of her tits, down over the quivering plane of her tummy to the soft mound of her cunt in the gown.

He stared at her for a long time, and Lorna noticed that he was getting a hard-on. Then she realized that her nipples were firm and stiff, throbbing almost unbearably.

"You're a bitch," he growled.

"What's the matter, Jerry… what's good for the gander isn't good for the goose?" she retorted.

Suddenly. Lens thought that maybe she had gone too far. There was something in Jerry's eyes she hadn't seen before. It was more than mere lust. There was a smoldering, savage quality in his relentless stare, and it almost frightened her.

"I'm going to fuck you," he growled suddenly, his voice a low rasp in his chest.

"No, Jerry," she cried, "not until we talk this out."

He stood, and she tried to rush past him to the bedroom door. As she did, her big tits gazed his arm. She sucked in her belly as far as she could and closed her eyes, shuddering at the nearness of him.

He grabbed her and pushed her toward the bed.

"I said, I'm going to fuck you!" he hissed. "Take off your clothes!"

She turned to look at him, and her breath caught in her throat. His eyes were steady. He was smiling, but there was something hard in his smile that she had never seen before.

She fought to regain her composure, and stared back at him. "Why don't you?" she asked, putting a sarcastic edge in her voice.

He didn't move for a few moments. Then his fingers moved to the top button of his shirt.

She decided that the game had gone far enough when he was down to his trousers and was beginning to unfasten his belt.

"This isn't fun anymore, Jerry," she said icily. "I'm going to get dressed and go somewhere… alone!"

She started for the bathroom door.

But Jerry moved faster, blocking the distance between her and the door. She made a quick side step, trying to take him by surprise, but again he was quicker than she. He caught her wrist in an unbearable grip. Then he slowly guided her hand toward his body.

Lorna tried to pull away, but his strength was overpowering. He pushed her hand flat against his hard, knotted belly, then began to push it down, down…

She could feel his breathing and the heat of his body. She could see the outline of his massive prick through the material of his trousers.

Then she felt his cock in her hand.

"My prick's hard, isn't it?"

She said nothing. She felt his cock swell and stiffen against the palm of her hand. She felt a chill roll the length of her spine. His prick felt hotter than the rest of him. She felt like his cock bulge was burning in her hand.

She wanted to hold his prick. She wanted to take his big, naked prick in her hand and rub all over with her velvety fingers.

"Let my hand go," it she said softly.

His eyes were questioning.

"I won't take it away."

A leering smile curved his lips and he took his hand away from hers. She moved her hand over his cock bulge with a circular, polishing motion, pushing against him more firmly with every revolution.

Then she unzipped him.

He wasn't wearing any shorts, and she gasped as her fingers slithered in to his pants and circled the great width of his blood-engorged cock. She squeezed him, then extracted his prick from the prison of his trousers, jerking his meat into the open air. Then she began jacking his cock, slowly and smoothly, with her practiced fingers. It was like taming a savage beast. She knew that now. She could keep him at bay. It felt good to have a grip on his thick, hot cock.