Jeff Collins: Always willing wife

He drew her trembling asscheeks painfully apart and shot his cock into the spread mouth of her tiny asshole.

He pushed and pulled, stretching the tight, rubbery little circle wider.

"Oh, God, help me! Oh, please, don't do this to me!" she cried, and felt his cock slithering farther up inside. "Oh, God, not there… please, not there! Let me blow you! I'll suck your cock, anything! But don't fuck me there… not with that fucking hairbrush in my cunt at the same time!"

"Shit, baby, you want your holes filled. Well, I'm gonna fill 'em good!"

He held her helpless. Then, grunting heavily and with a final massive jerk of his hips, he broke through the flesh of her narrow asshole and drove his hard prick deep up into the yielding flesh of her bowels.

Angela moaned and thrashed around beneath him, flailing her arms and legs out in all directions in a desperate attempt to escape from the searing pain in her holes. The hurt was worse than anything she had ever known. For a moment it took her breath away as she felt his cock stabbing higher and higher up between her buttocks until she could feel his cum-filled balls smack heavily against her. He had buried himself in her to the hilt.

"Oh, yeah, yeah, man," he moaned, "I'm plowin' her! I'm pourin' my meat up her ass! Shit, this is fuckin' beautiful!"

As her tortured holes began to expand around the brush and his prick, he started to increase the tempo of his strokes, plunging into her like a madman while she writhed and groaned.

"You might just as well fuck me back and make me come, baby. It'll be over quicker that way." And Angela knew he was right.

She tightened the pained muscles in her ass and started bouncing her hole back over his plunging meat. The pressure was overpowering. The inner folds of her asshole clutched tightly at his stabbing prick as she tried to milk his cock and bring him off.

She began to grind her hips back against him, rotating her ass up against his pelvis as sexily as she could.

Dom was laughing as he looked down at her writhing body. He studied her delectable asshole as it clung to his plunging cock on the backstroke.

"You're doin' it now, honey," he hissed. "I figured you would."

Angela tore back on him as hard as she could, clamping her perspiring buttocks tightly together and tensing every muscle in her naked body.

Dom accepted her new attitude and fucked into her squeezing asshole even harder. There was no way to keep the pressure from building up in his balls.

"Fuck, you son of a bitch! Fuck harder and get it over with!"

"You'll get it, baby, you'll get it…aaagghhh!"

Angela gasped. She could feel his fucking cock expanding within her. It stretched the sensitive interior walls of her rectum. But somehow she managed to keep the beat of his cock. She fucked her ass back at him as if she were possessed.

Then he couldn't hold back. She heard a muffled gasp behind her as his massive, throbbing dick burst like a dam. He emptied his cum deep in her tortured ass.

Then for good measure, he rammed the full length of the hairbrush up her cunt as he pulled his cock from her ass.

He rolled away from her, but was back almost immediately. "Here's a check for a grand. Your cars in the driveway. That's all you get. Now get the fuck out. I don't ever want to see you again."

Silently, Angela nodded and rolled painfully from the bed. She screamed in pain when she was finally able to pull the hairbrush from her cunt.

"Hurry up!" Dom hissed.

She managed to get into her bra and panties, but when she reached for her dress he stopped her.

"Oh, no, baby. That's all you get."

"But, Dom, I'll get arrested running around like this!"

"Maybe," he laughed. "Now get out!"

Angela had no place to go but to Barry Golden. She knew a thousand dollars wouldn't go far, and maybe with Barry she could get her old job back.

"Jesus Christ," he said, smiling at her with an evil grin, "he really worked you over, didn't he, baby?"

Angela nodded, almost too weak to stand on her feet. Bags were strewn around Barry's room. They were obviously getting ready to leave. Harry Mayberry, Barry's road manager, was lolling on the floor in only his shorts. He was obviously high on something besides booze.

On a long, low couch near the center of the room sat a strikingly beautiful woman in a gown that seemed to Angela to be scandalously short at both ends. It was cut low to a deep V that showed the soft contours of her big tits. She had long red hair and a wide mouth. The woman rose and smiled.

"I'll get her cleaned up and into some clothes," the woman said.

"NO!" Barry bellowed, leering at Angela. "No, not yet. We've got a couple of hours before we leave. Let's have a little ball first."

"Jesus, Barry, can't you see she's beat?" the redhead said.

"I don't give a shit," Barry answered, and turned to Angela. "This is Lydia Swanson, Angela. And Harry you know."

Angela nodded dumbly.

"So you want back in the act, huh?" Barry asked.

"Yes, Barry."

"Well, we've got to see if you fit in, don't we?" Angela shrugged. "I'll fit."

"Well, we'll just make sure," Barry said. Lydia Swanson stepped between them. "Jesus Barry, you asshole, can't it wait?"

"Fun can't wait with Barry, Lydia. You know that."

"That's right, Harry. Here, baby, snort some of this. You'll feel fine!"

Barry placed a mirror under Angela's nose. Why not? she thought, nothing to lose now. She placed the straw to her nostril and took a deep sniff.

The sensation stung her sinus membranes and she felt a strange compulsion to sneeze, but seeing Barry's eyes burning into her brain, she obediently took another long snort before passing it on to Lydia, who awaited her turn.

Back came the mirror and Angela snorted some more. Then a glass of wine and some pills were pressed into her hands. She took the pills and drank the wine. Quickly, very quickly, her mind became a blank and she knew that she would soon be doing anything that Barry wanted her to do.

"That's good, baby," Barry grinned. "That's real good. Feeling better now?"

"Yes," Angela said, almost smiling. "I feel fine."

"I know you do," Barry leered. "How about a little show, girls?"

"Jesus, Barry, not now!" Lydia cried. "Can't you see she's out of it?"

"Lydia," Harry Mayberry interrupted, "you'd better do like he says. We both need our jobs, remember?"

"That's right," Barry urged, "and don't ever forget it. Now, Lydia, you're the experienced one. I'm in the mood for a little show, get with it!"

"Sorry, kid, but Barry's the boss," Lydia said to Angela. The redhead started pulling her dress off. Soon she stood there naked.

Slowly, as if on cue, Angela stood up and reached behind to unhook the single safety pin that secured her own tattered bra. Lydia slipped behind her and helped her get the bra off her shoulders, letting her hands slip down to cup her tits while the tip of her tongue licked at the back of her neck and sent goosebumps down Angela's spine.

"Don't worry, baby," Lydia whispered in her ear, "I'll do it so you'll like it!"

The redhead, standing behind her, let her arms slide down over Angela's stomach and her fingers gently teased the lips of her shaved cunt.

A shudder ran through Angela's body as she felt one of Lydia's hands slip behind her and up and down her ass crease. Angela's mind was fogged by the cocaine, and she didn't resist when Lydia's hands were all over her, at her nipples, sliding over her buttocks and moving over her cunt, arousing her in a way no man ever had, exciting her in a way that only another woman could know.

Lydia turned her around so that they stood facing one another, close. Lydia let her tongue lick out so that it just touched Angela's lips. Angela closed her eyes and could feel the redhead's fingertips expertly caressing her pussy, feeling unerringly for her clitoris and exciting it.