Jeff Collins
Eager, spreading wife

CHAPTER ONE

"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.

"Ohhhhh, ohhhh, God," Lorna moaned, twisting her head from side to side. She grabbed at the sheet and at him. His head returned to mouth her nipple while he continued the clever, taunting manipulation of her clit.

The long finger slid slowly, wiggling a little, into the hot, yielding folds, of her sensitive cunt. She sighed. Her hand dropped to his head. The fingers toyed in his hair. Her hips lurched and heaved up to the hard unflexing finger that gently teased inside her cunt. Its manipulations creased a wild, juicy turbulence in her, bringing wordless grunts and squeals from her parted lips. Her thighs and belly rippled. Constant waves of arousal rippled through her.

"Oh, Jerry, what are you going to do?" she gasped.

"It's what you're gonna do, baby," he growled, the fingers of his free hand gripping her thick, black hair.

Suddenly, her glistening lips were on his cockhead. She twisted her head, offering a halfhearted protest.

But the vision of his youthful wife's head going down on his cock filled Jerry's mind with insane desire. The thought of her beautiful sweet mouth slipping down over the full length of his stiff meat was agonizing.

With a loud growl, he forced her face down to his lap. He abandoned her cunt with his other hand and used it to grip and guide his pulsing cock.

"Suck it!" he commanded again, steering the swelling, blood-filled cockhead to her parted lips.

Lorna groaned, half in protest and half in desire. Her hands replaced his around the base of his prick meat. Her tongue flicked out, hotly laying the bouncing cockhead.

His hips bucked. Her lips parted around the prick and a few drops of fluid spurted onto her tongue. The taste inflamed her desire. She made an O of her mouth and rolled her eyes up at him. She dropped one hand to his balls, cupped them, and drew the bulbous head of his cock into the moist warmth of her beautiful mouth.

The contact tore a strangled cry from Jerry's throat. "Ohhhhh, Jesus, baby!"

His fingers locked tight in the girl's long hair.

He pushed her head down the incredible length of his prick. He closed his eyes and savored the delicious sensation, grinding his hips, forcing his cock deeper and deeper. There was a roaring in his ears. A volcano. A tidal wave of cum seeping up from the knowing fingers teasing his balls.

"Go up and down on it!" he urged. "And suck it at the same time!"

Lorna's head began to hammer up and down on his prick. She squirmed and quivered like a snake on the bed beside him, sucking and milking his rigid prick.

It ended all too soon for both of them. He had wanted to get all his cock in her head, feeling her lips around its very root. But before he could ease all the way into her, the volcano in his aching balls erupted.

"Oh, yes, oh, shit, take it!" he bellowed as hot cum shot up the length of his cockshaft.

He fell forward over her, forcing Lorna's head down over his cum-spurting prick with the weight of his body. Unable to think or hear, lost in the thrill of orgasm, he held her lovely face crushed to his coarse pubic hair, and came, humping spurt after spurt of thick cum into her throat.

Noisily she sucked the hot fluid. She kneaded his balls. Her fingers played in the hairy crack of his ass.

Although he was hurting her, although the wiry cock hair scratched against her face, lows stayed over his depicting prick until she had sucked the last drop of cum from his balls.

When it was over, when at last his prick was empty and growing limp, he released her. He watched her face raise up, her lips red and swollen, a trickle of cum dripping down her chin.

"Was it good?" she asked. "Can I suck good?"

"The best," he replied, grinning down at her.

"Now, how about me?"

"Sorry, baby, I've only got one good come in me after I've been drinking. You know that."

"You son-of-a-bitch, fuck me!" she cried. Jerry chuckled, rolled over, and in a few seconds was sound asleep.

"You bastard," Lorna hissed. "I don't know why lever fell in love with you!"

But she did know. Jerry was as handsome as a movie star, with a body like a professional football player, and when they were first married she thought that she would be the only woman in his life.

But she had been wrong, and she had found it out three months earlier, when they had moved into The Paradise, a swinging apartment house.

It didn't take a genius to see that Jerry had wanted to move into The Paradise so he could get all the strange pussy he wanted.

Lorna wouldn't have really minded so much if he at least kept her satisfied.

"Jerry…?"

He snored.

She quickly rummaged under her pillow, cursing him. But he had turned her on so much that she knew she must do something.

From under her pillow she extracted a vibrator. She turned it on, and felt her body begin to perspire in anticipation the second the whirring sound started. She lifted herself onto the bed, spread her legs wide, and worked the little package of pleasure deep into her throbbing, hungry cunt.

With the aid of the vibrator, she brought herself to the peak of orgasm several times. Then she turned on the shower in the bathroom. She removed the vibrator from her sopping cunt and took a huge plastic cock from a drawer.

She kept both the vibrator and the dildo handy just for nights like this. Sometimes she had even slept with the phony cock embedded to the hilt in her cunt, after she had masturbated with it several times, always finding pleasure in the feeling of a full cunt when she awoke the next morning.

She stepped through the stream of the shown and closed her eyes as the hot water shot all over her body. Her nipples tingled exquisitely as she leaned back against the wall and let the water work its will with her. Her nipples came even more erect under the fiery caressing of the water, and she tightened her grip on the huge plastic cock in preparation for fucking it deeply into her cunt.

She slipped down the shower wall slightly, opening her legs and rubbing the tip of her dildo between the lips of her already-moist, willing pussy.

With a slight jerk of her body, she fucked the instrument all the way up inside her.

"Ohhhhh, yes, yes, good, so good," she murmured, loving the feeling of having her pussy completely stuffed.

When her cunt was completely filled with the artificial prick, she began rolling her clit back and forth with her thumb. The fiery sensations it caused coursed through her. She worked it in and out, oblivious to everything but the rising passion it was creating in her pussy. The feeling spread throughout her limbs, filling her with the breathless excitement that came before complete fulfillment.

She stroked herself again and again, deeper and deeper, with the dildo. She kept up a steady, rolling pressure on her clit with her thumb, until, with a tiny cry, her body exploded.

The climax rolled through her body, but still she didn't stop. She continued the pressure by puffing upward toward her tits with the instrument, as if it were the stick of a plane and she wanted to climb, higher and higher. Again, almost at once, she began to feel wave after wave of passion course through her aroused body.

At last she stepped from the shower, dried her body, and climbed into bed, being careful not to disturb Jerry where he snored loudly beside her. Again she inserted the dildo far up inside her cunt.

She thought about all the beautiful girls that sunned around the pool every afternoon, drawing her husband like a bee to honey. And then she thought about all the handsome studs that were also around the pool, and smiled.

"You know, Jerry," she whispered, "I think two can play at your game!"