Jeff Collins: Always willing wife

Mario gloated above her, knowing that he had ignited her fire, and that he could put it out.

He pivoted up on his knees and elbows above her crazily thrashing body, letting her tight cunt suck up and down the pulsating length of his rock-hard cock.

"Oh, yes, fuck! Fuck me like that! Do it, do it!" she chanted hoarsely, her voice rising in delight.

Mario slipped his hands under her quivering asscheeks, cupping one luscious globe in each hand. The aroused young wife flexed and unflexed her buttocks beneath his fingers. He jerked her harder up to his meat, feeling her pull her thighs back a little more, the moist opening of her pussy dilating and clasping around his digging cock with each thrust he made into her.

Slowly and methodically, he slid one hand toward her tight asshole. He rested his extended finger on the sweat-dampened flesh of the puckered rear opening. He felt her buttocks tense beneath his hand when he poked at the little hole, and then felt her push back, impaling herself on his finger. With a sudden stab, he pushed, feeling the soft, rubbery flesh yielding.

"Aagghhh!" Angela squealed up at him, wiggling her pumping asscheeks around in his cupping hands.

He thrust forward with his hips, driving his rock-hard cock deep in her throbbing pussy and groaning in satisfaction as she came down hard with her buttocks, completing the finger-fuck into her asshole herself.

Mario lodged his finger all the way up to the second knuckle in her rubbery asshole. He wormed it around, curling the tip so that he could feel the ridge of his own cock through the thin membrane.

Angela rotated her buttocks on the finger, gasps of pain-pleasure bubbling from her lips as she jerked up and down with her pulsating cunt on his cock as it continued to fuck into her.

"Ohhh, yes, yes, stick your finger up my ass like that, Mario! Fuck me, yessss, fuck me!" Angela commanded in a voice that was wild with desire.

She moved one hand between them and found the sac of his cum-inflated balls. They felt soft and velvety, resting gently against the tips of her fingers. She squeezed lightly.

"Jeeeessus," Mario moaned when she gripped the sac of his balls more firmly in her hand. He increased the strength of his thrusts, ramming the entire length of his cock all the way into the deepest part of her cunt.

She could feel the blunt rubbery head against her cervix as it completed its stroke. He pulled his lust hardened prick out more slowly than he had driven it in, and the soft ridges of her pussy gripped his cock as though reluctant to let it go.

"Ooooh, God, oh, so good, so gooooood!" she groaned.

"Jesus, Angie, baby, your old man's an asshole if he isn't fucking you every hour of every day," Mario groaned.

"Ohhhh, oh, oh, deeper… harder! Fuck me, fuck me!" she begged, gasping as though she were close to death. Wet, smacking sounds reverberated through the bedroom. She looked up into his handsome face and loved what she was doing, loved giving herself so completely to the man who fucked into her like a wild stallion.

Her sensual body was slick with sweat. The skin above her quivering tits was soaked with perspiration, and the area of her pussy was hot with the mingled juices that seemed to spill out in an unending flow from her cuntlips. With each loud slap of his balls on the wet crevice of her ass, she could feel more of her juice pulse out.

"I'm close, baby!" he groaned.

"Me, too, lover! Oh, shit, Mario, do it! Fuck, fuck, fuck!" she chanted into his lust-contorted face. She was nearing her own orgasm, close… so close. She swung her thighs up higher and wound them around his back, waving her writhing ass in uncontrolled abandon from side to side and spiraling her cunt up and down crazily on his ramming prick.

"I'm coming… I'm commminnng!" she suddenly shrieked, locking her ankles in a death-grip high up on his back. Her convulsing body shook and arched high as she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled his face close to her own.

She felt the muscles of her cunt expand and contract. Her pulsating cuntal lips grasped his hard driving cock as a hot flood of female cum flowed down the split crevice of her ass to cover his balls. The wildness of the naked brunette's orgasm started an aching pressure in Mario's cock. Suddenly he felt his sperm-filled balls explode. He pulled his finger from her asshole and dug his hands into the soft flesh of her wildly rotating butt. He drew her body up in mid-air as great gasps of passion began spewing from his throat.

"Oh, Christ, OH!" he moaned as his orgasm ripped through him. His strokes increased. His belly smacked like a sweaty board against hers as the first spurt of his hot jism shot from the head of his cock and exploded deep in the depths of her sucking pussy.

Again and again the boiling jism erupted from his balls and shot into her willing, eager body.

Finally the two of them pulled slowly away from each other. But his dick had barely slipped from her cunt before her mouth had enveloped it. She mewled low in her throat as she sucked the mixture of both their juices from his meat.

"Jesus, baby, what are you doing?"

"Sucking your dick hard again, lover. I need more. Tonight, I need a lot more!"

It isn't fair, Angela thought, staring at her reflection in the full-length mirror on her bedroom wall. Six months it had taken her to find a steady cock like Mario. Now the bastard was leaving town.

"Shit," she said aloud.

How long would it take her to find another good cock? And how much fucking could she get out of Dom in the meantime?

She reached back and unhooked the clasp of her sheer bra. Bending forward, she let her creamy tits fall free. She flung the bra carelessly onto the bed and turned to face the mirror, naked now from the waist up. She took a huge breath of air and thrust her tits forward, examining her reflection with frowning satisfaction. Turning from side to side, she saw that her exercises were working; her tits were high and proud, not a hint of sag.

"Any man would drool to suck on those beauties. And what does Dom want all the time? Just to stick his dick in my mouth and come, come, come!"

She quickly unzipped her skirt. It slid down her smooth thighs and then over her knees, falling to a puddle on the floor. She pushed her panties down and combed her fingers through the thick mat of fur covering her cunt.

"You're not a bad-looking broad for twenty-eight," she breathed to the reflection staring back at her. "You've still got your dancer's body even if you've lost your voice, Angela!"

From the time Angela was six, she had wanted to be a singer and a dancer. She worked hard at it – local TV, variety shows, even lying about her age and working in cheap dives to get experience.

Then, at eighteen, she'd gotten her break. Barry Golden had spotted Angela in a club one night and hired her at once as one of the back-up girls in his act.

A shiver went through her body as she thought of Barry. He'd been her first lover… and maybe the best one.

Her hands moved down her abdomen and groped at the thick, softly curling jet-black pubic hair up between her firm thighs. She slowly spread her legs and watched as the dark bush covering her cunt became wet in the half-light of her bedroom.

She felt her slit pulse against the tips of her fingers as she drew the narrow furrow open. She exposed the fleshy lips of her hot cunt to the cool air.

"Oohhh, shit, trading Barry for Dom was like trading a man for an animal!" she gasped.

Groaning, she thrust her middle finger into the moistened cuntal slit, feeling the lips of her pussy part slightly. Her mind raced wildly over the vision of Barry fucking her. She could still hear the smack of flesh against naked flesh, and the low mewling sounds of passion erupting from her throat. She recalled the length and thickness of Barry's glistening cock as it had thrust in and out of her hungrily sucking cunt.