Jeff Collins: Always willing wife

Angela's moan was loud, ragged. "I love you. Oh, God, I love you, Randy!"

"Do you, baby?"

"Yes, yes! Oh, please, darling, fuck me!"

She rolled onto her back and pulled her legs wide, opening her cuntlips with her fingers. She knew what he wanted to see. The little clit twitched eagerly, as if begging for male meat to nudge it.

Randy clutched his big cock, moved upwards so he could rub the heavy head across the sticky, coiled hairs of her pussy.

"Oooohhhhhhh!" Her long moan expressed a hunger that had become ravenous.

Sticky drippings oozed from the slit of his cockhead to mingle with her cunt juices. His big hands cupped around the jiggling, big tits and tenderly he pinched the swollen nipples. Angela lifted her ass upward, trying to force the head of his cock into her. But he made her wait a few moments longer.

He lifted each soft tit higher, licked underneath, sucked the tender flesh. He sucked at the taut nipples, tickling the sensitive tips with the tip of his tongue.

Angela relaxed, her moan warm, as he sucked deeply at each tit in turn. She relaxed, no longer impatient, surrendering completely to the hands of an expert, enjoying the preliminaries to the hilt.

Then Randy began to inch his cock into her slowly. The warm, gushy flesh of her cunt grasped it snugly. He kept pushing into her until his prick was buried to the balls and his dark-brown hair merged with hers.

He felt her silken legs clamp around his back.

"Let me!" she whispered.

He didn't have to guess for longer than a second the meaning of her words. She began to roll her hips slowly while he remained still. She was as hungry as before, but she was controlling that hunger, the longer to savor his cock, the longer to allow his cock to savor her pussy.

They were good together, she thought happily. Maybe because both of them had had lots of experience.

A wild expression began to spread over her face and she moved her hips faster.

"Let it go, baby," Randy grinned. "I can control it. I can hold it back."

He found the right rhythm and rolled his hips in perfect time to hers, managing to thrust his, dick deeper into her with each revolution.

Angela squealed loudly in orgasm and he chuckled softly and slowed his pace for a few moments. He felt her body relax, yield, and then he went after her again, pumping hard. Angela yielded but was not passive. She gave… gave all of herself.

Her head rolled wildly from side to side. She lifted her ass up higher and Randy dug his hands beneath, grasping the smooth, round flesh. He kept fucking harder, balls slapping against the crack of her luscious ass. Her expression told him she was nearly there again. And he knew he was ready to join her at any second.

He grasped her tits as if they were handles and held on for the final heavy thrusts. Then his cum jetted from his exploding cock at the same time as she cried out again.

He pulled her climaxing body close to his and held her close, his slowly softening prick fluttering inside her. They were both sweating, and when their bodies pulled apart there was a soft, plopping sound.

"I should take a shower," Angela panted.

They took one together. Randy got hard again under the shower and she knelt to suck him off. Instead, he coaxed her back up and hauled her to bed again. This time he fucked her fast and hard.

"Do I dare take another shower?" Angela giggled. "Or would you start all over again?"

"You know damn well I will!" Randy grinned. That night, Angela packed her things and left Barry's house to move in with Randy.

Life with Randy wasn't all peaches and cream. He drank a lot and his gambling was a constant source of irritation. But he always seemed to have money, even when he lost, so Angela never minded.

The movie that Barry had starred in for Ritchie Verrain was released. It was a flop. Many people said it was because Verrain's production company hadn't put up enough money to push it.

A month after the picture was pulled from the theaters, Barry Golden was found dead. The papers said it was an overdose. Angela wondered about that. Barry was too careful about the drugs he took to be the victim of an overdose.

For some reason, Barry's death made Angela want to see Lydia. So she made the long trek upstate to the women's prison.

Lydia looked very old and very tired. She congratulated Angela on her good luck, and her only comment concerning Barry's death was, "I guess we learned the hard way, honey… you just don't fuck around with someone as big and powerful as Ritchie Verrain."

Angela knew what her friend was saying, but she didn't want to think of it. She might be the next one on Ritchie's list. She left the prison depressed, and returned to Randy with her fears.

"That's silly, baby," he said. "And to prove it, I'll tell you what we'll do."

"What?"

"Let's go to Vegas and get married."

"Do you mean it, Randy?"

"You better believe I do!"

An hour later, they were on a plane for Las Vegas. And two hours after that they were wildly fucking in a plush hotel room.

When they were both satiated, Randy dressed.

"I'm going down to have a fling at the tables for a while, baby."

He was gone neatly all night. His face, when he returned, told Angela what had happened.

"You lost."

"Hell, yes. Everything." Then his face brightened. "But there's always more where that came from!"

"Randy, where do you get your money? I mean, you haven't worked…"

"Shhh, never mind, baby. I get it, that's all. Now, have you got something warm and wet that will cheer me up?"

Angela smiled. "I sure do. Come to bed, darling." She threw back the covers to reveal her naked, creamy body.

"I guess I'm pretty lucky after all," he murmured. His face was flushed now. "Sweet, sweet baby," he whispered. Fully clothed, he sat on the edge of the bed and sucked her tits.

Angela unzipped his fly, pulled the long limp piece of meat from his trousers and quickly coaxed it to hardness with the tender, warm manipulations of her hand.

"Come to bed, honey," she said, stroking his hair.

Randy shed his clothes. Then quickly his big boned body covered hers. She felt his cock hard against her upper thighs. He clamped his lips to hers. God, he excited her as much, or more, than any other man she had been with. And he was all hers. Or he soon would be.

"Randy?"

"Yeah, baby?"

"We'll do it, won't we? We'll get married in the morning?" Suddenly this was important to her.

"Sure, honey. First thing in the morning."

She dug her fingers into his wide shoulders while he sucked her big tits again, like a hungry baby going after its milk.

"Sweetheart?" he said, lifting his head.

"Yes, honey," she smiled. She knew what he wanted.

He scooted up, his cock poking at her lips. He'd told her often that no woman had ever sucked him off like she could. Angela found this hard to believe but she liked to hear it.

And she loved to have his nice hard cock in her mouth!

The slit at the tip of his prickhead was unusually big. She dug her tongue into it, pulling it out and in again several times. Then she wrapped her tongue around the meaty head and caressed the sensitive area underneath. She coaxed sticky drippings from the big slit. She sucked his big cock slowly up and down from base to root, feeling it throb excitedly. She was careful to go slow and easy. She didn't want him to get off that way. No, she had to have that nice hot thing inside her, nudging her twitching little clit.

Randy dragged his cock slowly free of her clutching mouth. And again – she knew what he wanted. She arched her back, and he left a thin trail of sticky cum down one of her tits, dragging the prick down to one of her big pointed nipples. He pushed the nipple into the slit of his cockhead and moved his hips in a gentle fucking motion.