Jeff Collins - Eager, spreading wife

Jerry closed his eyes partially and stared dreamily at her. She studied him carefully, meanwhile inching her way around him toward the bathroom door.

She continued to stroke his cock until she had only a few feet left before the door. Then she let go quickly and lunged for the handle.

Jerry grabbed her wrist again, with a grasp like the attack of a python. Then he dragged her back into the room forcefully.

"You know what I think?" he growled. "I think that I'm making a mistake not tanning your hide. I think that you need a lesson that you've never had."

"What… what do you mean?" she whispered, watching his face fearfully. His expression was darker now than she had ever seen it, and his hard grin made him seem more ominous.

"You know what I mean. This is what I mean!" He backed into the bed and let his knees buckle, drawing her dawn over his lap, face down.

He kept his grip on her wrist – it seemed to be some kind of judo hold – and when she tried to struggle, to roll off his lap, he exerted a pressure that made her feel as if her arm was about to snap.

"Goddamn you!" she shrieked. "Let me go this instant!"

His prick was pressed hard up into her heaving belly, naked in his lap like a hard salami. As Lorna squirmed around, her negligee slipped up around her waist and his cock was smooth and hard against her warm, naked legs.

Then he grabbed the hem of her negligee in back and jerked it roughly up around her back, leaving her ass covered only by the wispy nylon of little bikini panties.

His hand skinned its way under the panties and pulled them down. She could feel the thickness of his fingers against her smooth, sensitive ass. She whimpered and bit her lip.

Then he lifted his hand and slapped her hard on her ass, a cracking, stinging blow that brought a little shriek of shock to her lips and hot tears into her eyes.

He continued to spank her hard and fast, slapping her quivering ass checks until they were red and raw. Lorna thrashed her long legs back and forth, but succeeded only in rubbing her smooth skin against his monstrous hard-on, making his cock even harder.

Her entire lower body felt as if it were on fire.

She was moving in rhythm to his slashing hand. She couldn't get away; there was nothing she could do.

Then suddenly he pushed her off his lap and she fell to the floor awkwardly, her legs sprawled apart, her negligee all the way up.

Jerry sat there, looking down at her with an expression of total triumph. His prick was standing straight up, like a young oak rising up out of his lap.

Lorna stared at him through eyes, which were burning with tears, which were dimmed by humiliation and frustrated rage. She instinctively rolled onto her side and reached back to touch her sore flesh.

She was breathing quickly, each breath punctuated with a little involuntary moan.

Jerry smiled as she cringed before him. "I bet you're hungry for my cock now, aren't you?" he said.

Lorna nodded.

"Say it!" he hissed ominously.

"I… I'm hungry for you, Jerry," she murmured.

"You're not a very good actress," he said. He paused to wiggle his prick in her face. "I want you to beg me for my prick. Go ahead, baby… beg!"

She inched a little closer to him. He parted his legs.

"Let me have your dick, Jerry. Please. I'll put it in my mouth and suck it." She paused to draw a deep, shuddering breath. "I want it, Jerry… I want to lick it and suck it all over please."

"More!"

"I'm going to die if I can't have your big, wonderful cock in my mouth," she whispered. "It's so big and so beautiful and I want to stuff myself with it. I need it, Jerry… please give it to me…"

"Where do you want it, bitch?" he said, his voice rasping.

"I want it everywhere, darling. I want it in my mouth, all the way down my throat. I want your cock in my pussy, filling me up… I want it stuck up my ass… oh, please…"

He smiled as she took his giant prick between her hands and pressed it against her cheek. His fingers, thick and rough, clamped themselves against her jaw and levered her face around, forcing her to look up into his eyes.

"That's more like it," he said. "Now suck me. Put my dick in your mouth, like you want to do so badly. Do all the things you want to do!"

Lorna cried harder and bent forward to kiss him. Her full lips brushed against the fleshy knob of his cock, and she closed her eyes. Then she took it into her mouth, feeling stuffed with his hard flesh, feeling his hot meat jammed relentlessly down into her gasping throat.

He was thrusting his hips forward and back short, quick, brutal little strokes that drove his cock hard into her mouth, forcing her to accept all of its length into the cavity of her mouth.

She couldn't stand the itchy feeling between her legs; she couldn't stand not being touched. She withdrew one of her hands from his balls and darted it down to that burning spot, rubbed her fingers furiously against the moist, warm crotch of her panties.

But Jerry bent over and wrenched her hand away from her body. She heard him chuckling softly at her frustration, as his hips continued their brutal pounding.

Suddenly, his hands found her shoulders and pushed her away from him.

She fell back onto the floor, lifted her hand to her bruised, reddened lips and stared up at him fearfully. He stead upright, towering over her. His hard-on poked at her, naked and huge, shining and red from her saliva and the firm suction of her gulping mouth.

He moved forward slightly and straddled her, looking down at her.

She was practically naked. The negligee was a flimsy band around her waist. Her panties had been disarranged into a thin line that rolled across her curvy ass like a silken cord and did nothing to conceal her damp clump of soft pussy hair.

"Take that damn thing off," Jerry hissed, his voice hoarse with lust. "Cunt, you're about to get a man's cock pushed into your pussy!"

Lorna hesitated, trembling.

"Do it!" he spat, and then the smiling leer returned to his lips. "It's what you want, anyway."

She continued to gaze up at him through tearstained eyes. He was right. She wanted him, wanted that big, wonderful prick inside her. She wanted to be naked beneath him, wanted to be crushed beneath his hard, muscled body.

She quickly shrugged out of the negligee and kicked it away. Then she skinned the panties over her ass and tossed them aside.

Jerry reached for her naked skin and she closed her eyes, thinking he was going to slap her again. But he was gentle. He brushed the backs of his fingers lightly across her threat, dipping down to feel the lush curves of her taut and quivering tits. The nipples were as big and hard as erasers, and they were throbbing painfully.

He dropped to his knees beside her on the floor. Then he took her tits in his hands.

She sighed and shoved her chest forward, pushing her tits hard into his hands. She felt her nipples grate deliciously over his palms, felt them chafe and burn at his touch.

He dropped his face and took one of her titties into his mouth. He was not gentle now; his mouth was greedy, his tongue strong and quick. Lorna felt his teeth against her sensitive nubs, and she thought she would faint from the thrill. His face was warm and rough against her chest. She lifted her hands and cupped them behind his head, tangling her fingers in the lush profusion of his hair. She stuffed her cunt farther into his mouth, wiggling her shoulders from side to side while she crooned deep in her throat.

He had her nipple secured between his teeth. He nipped and she moaned, afraid that he would clamp down suddenly and bite it off. He switched suddenly to the other tit, and Lorna looked down at her nipple, which was a deep reddish purple, swollen and shiny from his spit.