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.
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.
She felt for his cock, held it firmly and began to pull the skin up and down. Jerry groaned and arranged himself where she could have full access.
She made love to his prick and to his naked ass and his chest and his legs with her hands.
Her hands had a life of their own, exploring his body eagerly, shamelessly.
Then she began to tug impatiently at his cock, urging him to lie on top of her.
"Please," she whimpered softly. "Get on top of me now, Jerry. Fuck me…"
"Why, I thought you'd never ask," he replied with a smirk, moving into position between her splayed thighs.
She spread her legs as wide as she could, exposing herself completely to him. His glisten big prick pushed its way snugly up to the bloated lips of her pussy. He brushed his cock teasingly back and forth against her soft hair for a moment, driving her half crazy with the feel of his hot, rampant prick.
Then he entered her slick channel, and it was wonderful. His cock was so big, it felt like a tree trunk stuffed up inside her, obscenely poking into her writhing insides like a gigantic fat worm. Lorna wriggled shamelessly against his cock, drawing his face down and sucking on his thrusting tongue.
His hips were powerful, and his rhythm was relentless. He fucked into her again and again creating a sticky, viscous sound each time their bodies made contact.
Lorna was weak from the thrill of being impaled on his big, sliding cock. She groaned into his mouth, pressing her heels against the floor for more leverage as she bucked her hips up against his.
Each time she tried to respond, however, he moved into a higher gear, overwhelming her with the energy of his hammering body. He was slamming her ass down against the floor, where the rubbery flesh rasped against the rug, exciting her further. She closed her eyes and brought her long, sleek legs up around his back, clasping her heels together.
It was so good. He was fucking her with that big, beautiful prick, and she never wanted him to stop. She wanted him to fuck her hard and fast… forever.
Her hands moved ceaselessly over the sweaty flesh of his back, now soothing, now clawing, and now pressing urgently. She moved her hands from his hair down his back, fucking them over his clenched ass cheeks. Then she pushed her hand between them and wriggled her finger over his asshole. She pushed her finger into him a little and screwed it around. Jerry groaned and bit into her shoulder.
He was fucking fast, impossibly fast. Lorna withdrew her finger from his asshole and clamped her knuckle into her mouth to keep from screaming with the thrill of it. It was as if neither of them were in control anymore. His body was skewering into her with a force and a rhythm that no person could control it was the wildness of nature itself.
There was no control anywhere. There was nothing but movement, and power, and hot, sliding flesh, and that hard spike that kept plumbing her womb, making her dizzy and hot.
And then, when the excitement and the hysteria could build no more, when there was no more capacity for anguished need, she felt him shudder and spasm like a rabid horse between her legs. And his stuff, his gooey cum squirted out of his prick in big, sticky bolts and shot into her.
"Oh, yes, yes! Yes, yesssss!" Lorna shrieked. "Fill me, darling! Fill my belly with your wonderful hot cum!"
They were smiling when they rolled away from each other at last. Lorna grabbed his cock. His prick was still hard.
"You want some more?" she grinned.
"You know I do, you bitch," Jerry chuckled. "You're still the best."
"But you got hot watching Rod and Janet and me fuck, didn't you?"
"You know I did. Biggest hard-on I've ever had in my life."
"Know what?" she said.
"What?"
"I got just as hot watching you fuck Janet."
"Did you, really?"
"Really. Know something else?"
"What?"
"I know where there's a party. We can watch all the sucking and fucking we want… and join in, if we want."
Jerry stood and pulled her to her feet. "What are we waiting for?" he grinned.