Jeff Collins: Always willing wife

But he held back.

"What's wrong? Hurry, Barry, move! Fuck meeeee!"

"You…" he moaned. "You get on top!"

She accepted his lead. She had to. She extended her body along his, let him fold her in his arms and, held in place by his strength, they rolled aver together. At his urging she folded her legs beneath her and braced herself against his chest. She flexed her knees and the slurping lips of her cunt rode his dick in a wild caress.

She rose, she fell, her mouth went slack. She gasped and moaned and her eyes rolled back in her head. Barry, though, didn't notice. All his attention was on his cock and the delicious friction that engulfed it.

"Harder, baby! Come down on me harder. Ram that sweet meat down over mine!"

Angela bounced and twisted on his dick. Every movement was a torment. She bounced and whirled on him, the tightness of her grip sliding from the very root of his cock to the tip. The burning spice from the sauce penetrated the surface of his prick and his desire soared to new heights. It combined with the sharpness of his rising need as he neared the peak. When he came, he could swear that Angela jerked with the force of it. She screamed and ground her hips against his crotch, trying to capture every drop of the pumping juice, and when she came she nearly shook his dick loose.

When they finally fell apart, their senses returning in dreamy haze and cooling sweat, Barry rolled over and nudged his cock against her lips.

"Clean it up, baby!"

Angela didn't see him for the next three days. Barry had frightened her. He'd changed. He was into drugs, taking pills, and he kept asking her if she had a girl friend they could get together with for a threesome.

Even when Dom went out of town on business the last day of Barry's engagement at the club, Angela didn't take advantage of it.

Barry called that afternoon and begged her to come to his hotel. She refused.

And then, that evening, it got to her. She started drinking. She couldn't help it. She wanted Barry, but she didn't like what he had turned into.

She was confused. And became even more confused when the phone rang and a strange voice asked for Dom.

"My husband isn't here." Angela said in a slurred voice. "He's out of town."

"Oh, yeah, baby? Well then, I'll be right over!"

"Barry!"

The line went dead and Angela shook with fear.

She was still shaking when the pounding started on the door.

"Barry, please go away."

"No way, baby. You better open this door or I'll break the fucking thing down!"

She let him in.

He burst through the door and started immediately pawing at her. "Goddamn, baby, you look good enough to eat!"

"Barry, please, I don't want to…" But she did, and couldn't stop her body from rubbing against him when he kissed her.

"Good, baby, good," he sighed. "You got the cunt and I got the cock. Let's put 'em together!"

"How about a drink first?" Angela said.

"Fuck a drink. I've had enough already. C'mere!"

"Barry, you're hurting me!" Angela gasped. "Please, don't, it hurts!"

"On your knees, you cock-hungry little cunt. I'm gonna fuck that pretty face of yours!" He pulled her to him and kissed her greedily. Her hand, encircling his big dick, began stroking it smoothly.

She dropped the robe from her shoulders and sat on the edge of the sofa, his erect prick level with her mouth. She took the monstrous tool in both hands.

"Come on, slut. You want cock, and cock you're gonna get… all your tender little asshole can stand. If you won't get on your hands and knees like the bitch you are, then I'll put you that way myself!"

Angela didn't want to, but she couldn't help it. Despite the horrible way he was treating her, her body was on fire with just the thought of his beautiful cock up her ass.

"Well, do you want it, cunt?"

"Yes, dammit! Fuck me… fuck my ass, dammit!"

"That's better."

"Do it, Barry, and hurry! I'm on fire!"

She panted with lust and wagged her ass invitingly, hypnotizing him with her contracting asshole. Barry dropped to his knees and fingered slick fluid from her cunt.

"Hurry!" she rasped, pushing back at his fingers as he wiped her cunt juice over her hot asshole.

"You like what I do to you, don't you, baby? Admit it, slut, you like it!"

"I can't help it! Not at first, I didn't. It hurt awful. But then… oh, shit… we can talk later. Fuck me, Barry! Fuck me right in the ass, darling!"

He grabbed her full hips and held her still as he brought the head of his massive rod to her. She felt so hot he gasped when he pushed in past the first tight little ring. He paused.

"All of it!" Angela begged. "HARD!" His fingers bit into her soft flesh. He jerked her back and hunched forward at the same time, sending all of his shaft rushing into her asshole.

Angela sucked in her breath and shuddered all over.

Barry groaned aloud at the incredible heat in that part of her body, leaving his big prick in her to the hilt and grinding his pelvis in a tight circle.

"Oh, Barry… Barry, darling!"

"So hot," he moaned. "Jesus, it's good!"

"For me, too," she sighed, clamping her tight asshole around the base of his meat until he was nearly delirious with the pleasure it gave. "Ohhh, fuck me, Barry… fuck me like a dog!"

The way she slammed back to meet each of his forceful thrusts, her body trembling and her breath sounding excited and ragged, made Barry hotter than he'd ever been in his life.

"Harder… faster!" Angela yelled.

The sound of her voice told him she was ready. He gripped harshly at her tits and hammered his giant cock into her, making her sob brokenly for a moment before she shouted shrilly and started quaking with an intense climax.

"Coming! I'm commminnng!"

The way her asshole muscles began grabbing his cock was enough without her telling him. There was no doubt of her condition. For a few seconds, Barry was sure her asshole would cut his dick off, it was squeezing so powerfully. He gritted his teeth, then exploded, his dick jerking wildly as it blew jet after jet of cum deep into her writhing body.

"Oh, God… oh, God!" Angela crooned, collapsing with him on top of her. "Ooohhh. Oohhhh… ohhhhh!"

Even through the fog of lust filling her brain, Angela recognized the calm voice that boomed through the room.

"All right, Golden, you were right. Now get out!"

"Sure."

Barry pulled his dick from her ass as Angela looked up to see Dom standing in the doorway.

Barry calmly put on his clothes and left. Dom stood, staring at her. "You didn't go out of town," Angela said. "Oh yes… or at least I started to, until I got a phone call telling me what a little whore my wife was."

"All right. So now what?"

"Now we have a nice, farewell fuck."

"You heard me… a farewell fuck," Dom said. "You want to know what's wrong with me? Well, you're about to find out."

"The hell with you, Dom!"

The force of his hand against the side of her head sent Angela sprawling across the room.

"Now you get your ass upstairs and put on that little pinafore dress I bought you that you never wear!"

"What?"

"Just do what I tell you, cunt!"

Angela crawled across the room to do his bidding.

"And shave your pussy… every last cunt hair!"

"I don't believe this is happening!"

"Goddamn it, do as I tell you!" Hurriedly, Angela ran from the room. She did everything he asked, down to the letter. Fifteen minutes later she returned to the room and stood in front of him, looking exactly like a teenager.

"Fantastic!" Dom breathed, rubbing his dick as he looked at her. "Now, take this ribbon and tie your hair back in a pony tail."

She did it, still wondering what her husband was up to.