Jeff Collins: Eager, spreading wife

"Where's my pussy!"

Lorna Killian heard her husband stumble through the door and shuck his clothes. She could smell the booze on his breath, and knew it wouldn't do any good to feign sleep. He moved through the darkness.

She guessed he hadn't been able to get into the two stewardess' panties he'd been after down by the pool earlier.

She felt his hand move between her legs, and then his thumb tweaked her clit. She moaned.

"Swell, you're awake," he slurred.

"You knew I was."

"Spread 'em, baby," her husband of one year hissed.

"Jerry, I'm tired… it was a busy night at the club."

"Shit!" He worked his fingers harder on her clit.

"What's the matter… didn't the swinger's apartment house we live in pay off in pussy for you tonight?" she murmured.

"Aw, baby, don't be mad. A man's just gotta have a little strange cunt now and then."

"With you, it's all the time," she replied curtly.

"Yeah… Well, right now I want your pussy!" He rolled her over onto her back and nuzzled his lips along the sensitive curve of her jaw.

"Damn you, Jerry."

But she let her knees fall open, spreading her cuntal slit to heighten the tingling sensation his fingers were causing. In spite of herself, she could feel her body responding to his manipulations. Hungrily, she kissed his lips, wanting to forget everything else and lose herself in sex. She moaned, her pussy already starting to seep the juices of her excitement.

As her cunt got wetter, her pussy dilated, and Jerry's finger slipped even farther into the sopping hole. Her spread cunt lifted to meet the finger, to take more. The need for sex became more and more frantic as the pace of the fucking finger picked up.

She thought she might even come.

Then his finger was gone, and his voice was hissing in her ear. "Let me take your nightgown off, baby."

She mumbled. Her tired mind was telling her something that she couldn't understand. She lifted her hips from the mattress and then felt his strong arms lifting her body as the nightgown slipped over her head. She knew sin was naked. She could feel the coolness of the room on her body.

But everything had suddenly stopped. Where was he? Where had he gone? Was it over?

Lorna opened her eyes.

Jerry was sitting beside her on the bed. His crooked smile was as eerie as it was exciting in the shaded, dim radiation from the blue night light.

His eyes caught hers for a moment, and then took in the ripeness of her body – her heavy, lush tits with their dark nipples at the height of arousal, the curling, thick mat of her dark pubic V below the flatness of her taut belly.

"What are you doing?" she groaned, surprised at the level of calm in her voice, wondering why she wasn't screaming.

"Looking at you, baby… and admiring you. You're really beautiful, Lorna."

"If I'm so beautiful, then why don't you do something about it?" she cried, feeling total frustration overwhelming her. "God, you sure know how to work a girl up and then leave her hanging!"

She moved her hands down and covered the mound of her pussy. The movement of her upper arms squeezed her tits together to form two points that seemed to thrust into his face.

Jerry growled and moved into her. "Jesus, your tits are something else," he whispered. His low, sexy words sent an involuntary chill of desire up Lorna's spine.

His mouth lowered to her tin and his warm lips began sucking on a nipple. Hungrily, demandingly, he pulled the hardened bud between his lips and let it roll back and forth on his tongue.

"Please, honey… I'm tired," Lorna sighed. "I'm really beat."

"Biggest fucking tits I've ever sucked," he moaned, ignoring her pleas.

Then his hand returned to her crotch. His finger moved between her cuntal lips. He ground the tip of one outstretched finger into her tight hole.

"Please, Jerry… please, don't," she moaned. But, even as she said it, her knees once more fell apart and his strokes became even and rapid between her pussy lips. "Please… Jerry…"

"I'm gonna fuck you, honey?"

"No… no…"

"I'm gonna eat and lick that sweet little pussy of yours until you're so hot you'll be begging me to put my prick in you."

"You're hurting me," she cried as his long fingers dug into her sensitive cuntal flesh.

Jerry chuckled low in his throat. "Pain is part of pleasure, baby. You'll see."

Suddenly, a wild, crazy thought entered Lorna's mind. "Larry… do you love me?"

"Love you?"

"Yes… do you?"

"Hell, I married you, didn't I?"

"Yes, but… do you really love me?"

"I love your y… I love your big, soft tits, I love to dig in the sweet moistness of your pussy. If that's love, then, honey, I love the hell out of you."

He doesn't love me! He loves his meal ticket and a cunt and a pair of tits!

Lorna had the wild thought of jumping from the bed, getting away from him, and running. But where would she run? Would he run after her? Could she run outside the house? Naked in the streets.

What about the wild, all-consuming fire that had taken over her body?

Suddenly she felt him gingerly lift her body to his. He caressed her naked, trembling tits as his hot mouth came down once more in search of hers. He ground the outstretched finger deep inside her pulsing cunt, and she struggled feebly for a panicky moment, knowing that she was already excited by his insistent caresses.

Futilely, she allowed herself to go limp. The warmth of his lips seemed to sear her own as tingling sensations rippled up her spine. Trapped between his hands and his kissing mouth, she moaned in desperation, realizing that he was much too strong for her to fight.

The excitement of his nearness, of his touch, began building up the unwanted lust in her body to the point where she thought she would burst.

He continued caressing and stroking her sensitive flesh, his fingers squeezing and pinching at her already-erected nipples, and it was more than her mind could accept. Her body was taking control and she was rapidly losing the desire to stop him. She tried to plead for him to stop, but the words stuck in her lust-tightened throat as he rolled her hardened nipples beneath the palm of his hand.

His middle finger massaged her wetly throbbing cunt, and the heat of his breath blew against her tit as he moved his mouth down to lock on her reddened nipple. Lorna moaned helplessly as he sucked her sensitive flesh up inside his mouth, and her head began flailing as she felt the excitement of his greedily sucking lips.

Lying quivering on her back, she watched the top of his dark head. He bent it over the surging mounds of her tits, softly loving them with his mouth. He kissed and licked them, moving from peak to surging peak. Her lips were half parted. The look in her eyes clearly registered her low boiling point. Her nipples grew fat and stiff, twitching in rhythm with the low moaning that issued from her throat. Jerry stroked and cupped the pale globes and she felt the warm stiffness of his naked cock pressing hard against her as he kissed her.

His hands slid down her belly. The weight of his strong body kept her thighs apart as he probed with insistent fingers at the soft, warm lips of her pussy. Lorna writhed her hips erotically in response to the thrilling massage. Ecstasy and desire flowed through her. He pressed his body to hers, caressing her passionately. His fingers kneaded her cunt lips, pushing at her straining crotch. His skin, his bobbing prick, his hairy arms and legs were welcome pressures that rubbed her body, steadily inflaming her desire.

Then his finger found the rising bud of her tit, and he began to roll it, slowly and with a careful pressure.