"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.