Jeff Collins: Always willing wife

Angela was transported. She was in a sexual heaven. In her drugged mind, it was almost as if she were a spectator, watching herself. It was almost as if she were outside of herself, another person, watching two other women make love. The sight was exciting.

Am I really doing this? she wondered. Is this really me?

Her eyes were slits, her eyelids heavy with passion. And there, not an inch away, was Lydia's red-fringed cunt. Her fingers seemed to belong to somebody else as she gently spread the swollen cuntal lips and Lydia's pussy – bright, pink, moist, hot – was there, right in front of her eyes.

Am I going to do it? she asked herself. Am I going to lick a cunt?

Her tongue slowly slid out from between her lips and Angela closed her eyes. She buried her head in Lydia's crotch and felt the pulpy, pulsating heat and moistness of her cunt as her tongue darted and wiggled. She loved it! She knew she was driving Lydia mad and the thought only excited her all the more.

Lydia wrapped her legs around Angela's neck and thrust her hips up. She undulated and moaned, her arms flailing out at her sides. They writhed on the floor, rolling over once so that Angela lay on her back with Lydia on her stomach, her cunt buried in Angela's face was her hips pumped up and down against the maddening thrusts of the brunette's tongue.

Thrashing her head back and forth, Lydia let out a cry that sounded like a cat in heat and leaped to her feet, her chest heaving, their bodies glistening with sweat and thrilling with desire.

"Let me fuck you!" Lydia cried, taking Angela by the shoulders and guiding her to the round sofa in the center of the room. Angela lay on her back and spread her legs.

She lay in a dream of lust. It was all so unreal… and yet it was happening. Dreamily, Angela let her legs fall to either side of the sofa so that they all could see her lust. The swollen slit of her cunt was glistening now. She watched, her eyes half-closed, her fingertips idly caressing her tits, as the men came forward.

Barry was carrying what looked like a cock, with straps and buckles attached to it. The two men looked down at Angela with wild expressions on their faces. Both of them wanted her.

But Angela knew they wanted to watch more. Their faces were masks of uncontrolled lust as they adjusted the straps of the huge artificial cock around Lydia's naked hips.

"Uuggghh!" Lydia groaned as the second, inner cock of the contraption was rammed into her own cunt. In this way she could fuck Angela with one prick and fuck herself with the other at the same time.

When she was ready, she cupped her hands in front of her and Barry poured oil into her palms. She turned to the sofa, coming toward Angela slowly, provocatively, her hips swaying while her hands smeared oil all over the artificial prick.

Angela was ready for anything. She thrust her hips up and her hands squeezed her tits as she offered all of her body to Lydia. Lydia crawled onto the sofa between Angela's thighs.

"You've never had a full cunt like the one I'm gonna give you now, honey," the redhead gasped.

"I want it!" Angela cried. "I want it all! Give it to me!"

Lydia lowered herself to the beautiful brunette as Angela, from underneath, slid her hands under her buttocks and lifted her hips so that her pussy jutted out. Her cunt twitched and seemed to have a life of its own as it reached for the thick head of the dildo.

Lydia rubbed the head up and down Angela's hairless cunt slit. The girl squeezed her eyes shut and let her head loll back and forth, her tits sticking up, quivering and glistening with sweat.

"Fuck me!" she breathed, her voice a hoarse whisper. "Fuck me!"

Lydia put the cockhead to Angela's cunt and pushed. It sank into the pulpy flesh. Lydia felt the end in her own cunt expand and fill her with wild desire.

"Ooooohhhhh," Angela sighed as the artificial cock plowed in, pulling her cuntal lips apart. Her body undulated slowly as she tried to gobble the prick up.

Lydia drew the dildo out slightly, only to plunge down, sending more shaft into Angela's cunt. The men crowded even closer, watching Lydia's strapped ass and thighs pump in and out as she fucked Angela like a man.

Below the redhead, Angela was bending her legs even more, her toes on the floor on either side of the sofa as she thrust her hips forward to take all of the artificial prick. Lydia fell heavily on top of her and shot her tongue into her mouth.

They writhed and fucked together, crushing their tits together as Lydia drove the phony prick all the way to the hilt and felt the other end swelling in her own cunt. It tantalized her onto more motion. She began fucking faster and faster, building to a frenzy, the two of them digging their nails into each other's backs, both of them screaming for the other to fuck harder, faster, harder!

Barry finally could take it no longer. With his face wild and his nostrils flaring, he crawled up onto the round sofa. His hands caressed the two women as they fucked and licked one another. He moved up until his hips were on a level with their faces and then he lay on his side, jutting out his hips so that his thick, rock-hard cock stuck in their faces.

It seemed as though they both fought for his prick, their hands all over it, their tongues licking, their mouths open. Angela lay on her back with Lydia on top of her, feeling their soft, sweat covered tits crushed together with their nipples slipping and sliding.

The phony dildo fucked in and out of Angela's pussy as she watched Lydia take Barry's lust bloated prick in her mouth and suck on the head. Craning forward, she put her mouth around the shaft and felt Barry pull his cock out of Lydia's mouth and plunge it into her own. She sucked, loving the taste, having it build her lust and depravity even higher.

Barry shoved his prick first into one mouth and then the other, panting, his teeth showing as he felt the two women suck and fight for his cock.

Then Harry joined them. He was pulling Lydia off of Angela, throwing her onto her back, tearing at the buckles and tossing the dildo and straps to the floor. Angela watched and a deep thrill ran through her naked body as Harry's cock disappeared into Lydia's hot, wet cunt.

Angela let her head loll back. Barry thrust his meat clear down her throat. She took it and sucked for all she was worth.

Cock! Cunt! Fuck! Suck! Angela's mind was alive. This was her life now. Many men and many cocks ravishing her. Her body thrilled as she felt hands grabbing her, caressing her roughly. Someone was pulling her. She looked and it was someone she didn't even know.

Yes, yes, she did know him. She had seen him before. He was one of Barry's musicians, part of his six-piece backup.

Then she looked around and realized that the whole band was in the room. Male bodies and hard cocks were everywhere.

Then Barry's cock was exploding in her mouth. She barely managed to swallow his load before another hard hunk of male meat took its place, driving like a jackhammer over her tongue and into her throat.

And then she felt the hands and all the bodies and, above all, the cocks. The men were on her and someone was fucking her. Hands and lips and tongues and pricks were all over her body, driving her to one orgasm after another.

The cock in her mouth was huge. It was gagging her, but she sucked with all her might. She heard the man let out a screeching yell and come in her mouth, shooting frantic streams of hot cum. She swallowed and used her tongue to greedily lick for more.

With a final moan, the man staggered back and fell to the floor. To Angela it didn't matter; she was being fucked and sucked and pawed and battered and dragged back on the sofa. Another man was sticking his big cock into her eager mouth.