Jeff Collins - Eager, spreading wife

There were several good-looking girls around the pool, but the crop of men wasn't too great.

"Hi, Lorna!"

"Hi, Russ."

Russ Thompson was the apartment manager. He wasn't the most handsome guy in the world, but he was well built. He was married, but at The Paradise that really didn't make a lot of difference. And as hot as Lorna was, a cock was a cock.

"Don't see you by the pool much, Lorna."

"No, but that's going to change," she said, smiling at him.

"Gonna be hot today."

"It's already hot, Russ. In fact, I think I'll take a shower."

Lorna knew his eyes followed her all the way into the pool house. She hoped he would follow his eyes.

In the pool house, she wriggled out of both the top and bottom of her bikini and slowly stepped into the shower.

Russ Thompson slipped into the pool house and locked the door behind him. He moved to the door of the shower room.

Lorna was there, naked soaping her body in the shower, and Russ' cock leaped in his swim trunks as his eyes drank in her lush figure.

She was a tall girl, ten inches over five feet, and her body was beautifully and voluptuously proportioned. Her black hair hung long and silken, and when it fell down across her shoulders it partially covered her full, high nippled tits. Ross could barely stifle the gasp that threatened to rumble from his throat as he gazed at her naked sensuality.

Then she swept her shining hair back, and he studied the smooth, cream-white skin of her tits, the dark circular areolas perfect complements to the distended buds of her nipples. She raised her arms over her head, tautly stretching the proud, full tit mounds and looking like a classical sculpture.

She stood that way for a long moment, and his eyes moved slowly down across the flat surface of her stomach, past the tiny indentation of her navel. The soft triangle of her cunt hair was as silky and black as her tresses, of very fine of her moist cunt lips. He could see the tiny tip of the clit peeking out from the soft, puffy slit in an almost innocent shyness.

She turned slightly, and he ogled the softly dimpled roundness of her ass, the rippling muscles in the backs of her full, tapered thighs.

Jesus, he thought, she has the most fantastic body I've ever laid eyes on!

Her body was causing his cock to throb. His balls suddenly started to ache with building sperm. She was so beautiful, he thought. Her tits were so full, her belly was so flat, her pubic mound so fully covered with a mat of raven black hair.

Then she stepped under the full force of the shower, and the full radiance of her alabaster skin and body appeared as the film of soap disappeared.

Quenching the spray, she pulled a towel from the top of the door and began rubbing her body. The skin seemed to ripple and come to even greater life as the towel caressed her back, her ass cheeks, her big tits, and lastly, her pubic mound.

He stepped forward, straining for a closer look. His breath caught, and he gasped as she squeezed her tits together with one hand and dropped the towel between her thighs. Her tits were huge, round, resilient globes capped with dark areolas and elongated nipples. She began frantically massaging her pussy area, running the towel up and down her cuntal slit. Her head was thrown back, her eyes hooded as if the towel were some invisible lover giving her the satisfaction of sexual friction. Tighter and tighter she squeezed her tits together. The firm flesh of her mountainous globes rippled as, at last, the nipples touched.

At that instant she dropped the towel to the floor and pushed the shower door wide.

"Do you find me beautiful, Russ?"

He sputtered, his body shaking, his eyes fixed to her voluptuous nakedness. His brain was on fire with passion and his cock beat like an angry sword in his swim trunks.

"You were watching me," she smiled.

"I… I'm sorry. I didn't know there was anyone in here. I just came in to…"

"You saw what I was doing to myself, didn't you?"

"Yes… I…"

"Didn't you find it exciting… seeing a woman playing with herself… trying to bring herself off?"

Without waiting for an answer, her eyes traveled slowly, insolently over his body, pausing at the jutting bulge in the front of his trunks her smile widened as she noticed its size. She stepped from the shower and moved provocatively toward him. Russ' mouth went dry as he watched her full hips sway and her heavy tits bounce in time with her measured walk.

"Mmmmm, you have a big dick, don't you, Russ?" Her voice and words came to him like claps of sexual thunder as she continued moving toward him. "You're handsome and you have a good, hard body. The way you're standing there looking at me… you want me, don't you, Russ? You want to fuck me, right here, right now!"

"That's why you watched me taking a shower and playing with my tits and pussy. That's why your monster cock is so hard right now, isn't it? It's all right, Russ. I want you to fuck me. I want that huge prick of yours deep up inside me. Yes, I want it so much that my pussy is on fire!"

Russ could see that her cunt was as hot as his cock was hard. Her pussy dripped juices of lust. She moved forward, swaying her hips seductively, moistening her lips again and again with the tip of her hot, pink tongue.

She was directly in front of him when her hands came up, ever so slowly, sliding along her sides, over the smooth velvet of her white and tanned skin. Up and down, up and down they went, and then she was cupping her huge tits, squeezing them, lightly together, making them bulge forward delightfully. The dark areolas and pink nipples seemed to beckon to him.

She took another step forward until her hardened nipples, bursting from the ends of her huge tits, nearly touched his chest. Her groin thrust forward until it almost touched the distended material of his swim trunks, where his aching cock jutted.

"I know what you want from me," Lorna mewled. "Why don't you just come out and say it?"

"… I want your cunt," he choked.

"Good. I can see how hard your cock is. I can tell you're excited. I can sense that you'd like to shove that big hard hunk of meat into my pussy!"

"Yes… yes!"

Russ couldn't take his eyes from her voluptuous loveliness. His mouth watered as he watched the way she kept squeezing and manipulating her huge tits. His nostrils flared as he took a step back. His eyes bulged wide with a mixture of frustration and half-crazed desire as the sight of her body gave vent to the lust that coursed through him.

"Then what's stopping you?" she breathed hotly. "Why are you moving away from me?"

"I-I'm a little surprised, that's all. You've never come on before…"

Lorna smiled. "From now on, Russ, I'm a changed woman."

"You're sure?"

"I'm sure. I want you, lover. I want you to fuck me deep and hard with that big dick of yours. I can't wait to have you fuck me, to shove your cock up into my hole. But first I want to feel your tongue in my pussy. I want to come on your hot, wet mouth. Come on, Russ, darling. Come and kiss and lick my pussy and then fuck me!"

Her words were like charged electrons in his cock and his brain. His body was stoked with the fires of lust.

As if she could read his every thought, Lorna reached out to his cock with a steady, unwavering hand. Slowly, tantalizingly, she touched the throbbing knob of his prick through the cloth of his swim trunks. The touch of her fingers on his aching prick brought an excited moan from his dry lips. She moved her hand across it lightly, slowly increasing the rhythm of her strokes as her hand went on to slip between her legs.

Then, before he realized it, she was up against him, rubbing her large tits against his chest. His head dipped and found her mouth with his. Her tongue shot between his lips like a hot probe seeking his. With deft hands she tugged at the crotchband of his trunks while she sucked the whale of his tongue into her molten mouth.