Jeff Collins: Always willing wife

Thinking of her first fuck, the fire in her cunt burned more intensely than ever, demanding more to feed its hunger. She wormed in another finger, spreading her legs farther apart.

She looked down at herself to see one hand working on the nipple of her left breast while the other fucked rhythmically in and out of her glistening pussy. She imitated the thrust and counter thrust of a long, hard cock ravishing her cunt.

Angela's mind went wild as she thought of Barry and how good it had been with him.

"We don't play games in this business, baby," Barry said, guiding her into his hotel room. "We let it all hang out, and we do it all!"

Angela was more than ready. She wanted a career and she wanted sex. Barry Golden stood for both.

The moment the door closed behind them, Angela went directly to the bed and sat on the edge of it. She crossed her long legs in such a way that the skirt fell open and bared her thighs to her pussy.

She watched, her pulse racing, as Barry stepped toward the bed. He had a hard-on.

He sat on the edge of the bed beside her. Her whole body shaking with tension as he brought her close to him and put his lips to hers. It was a long kiss, more beautiful than any kiss she had ever shared before. Without coaxing, she parted her lips and eagerly accepted his tongue, letting him taste the melted honey of her mouth. It was a kiss that robbed her of all conscious thought and turned her body into a seething volcano of passion.

For all their bigness his hands were so soft, so sure, so gentle, his touch light and thrilling. He didn't grab or squeeze. Parting the front of her blouse, he put his hands on her naked flesh, cupping her right tit and then lowering his head to lovingly kiss and suck the nipple.

Her tits felt huge, as if they were going to burst. She was aware of her breath deepening as he filled her whole body with new and jarring emotions that were fierce and demanding – yet at the same time romantic and beautiful.

With the same gentleness with which he had kissed and fondled her tits, Barry lowered her onto the bed. He kissed and tongued all the right places, bringing her to unknown heights of passion.

Somewhere along the line – she was not sure just when – he paused just long enough to remove his clothing. Angela had long since lost all track of details. She knew only that he was back on the bed with her, positioning her so that her head rested on the pillows, her long hair fanned out on each side of her face. She needed no prodding to spread her legs for him. He positioned himself between them. Looking down over her tits, she could see his cock – every bit as big and beautiful as she knew it would be.

Impatiently, she lifted her ass off the mattress and arched her back to meet him. She could have sworn that she heard the sizzling contact as the flaming head of his prick touched the dripping pink flesh of her cunt and he entered her.

His magnificent cock sank deeper and deeper into her cuntal flesh, filling her pulsing hole to absolute capacity, the room and everything in it began to spin around and around. Her senses reeled with lust. She arched her body toward him as his hands fondled the high pointed tits. She kneaded them gently as she wriggled her belly and thighs against his. Soft, sensuous gurgles erupted from deep within her throat.

She stroked his firm, muscular body, setting him aflame with fiery lust as their hot lips clashed in a smoldering, demanding kiss.

"I'm crazy about you, baby. What a fantastic body!" She continued stroking his hard body, further arousing him. The animal vitality of his strength fanned her senses to such a degree that she lunged toward him, her enormous tits heaving as she twisted beneath him.

Barry bent his head over the large, succulent mounds and devoured them as his cock stoked the fire in her cunt higher and higher. He sucked the delicious nipples and they swelled and grew taut under his hot lips. Angela wailed with delight as her cunt grabbed his hard cock.

"Oh, honey, ooohhhhh," Barry moaned huskily. "I can't wait!"

Then he went wild, ramming down hard, spreading her fleshy thighs as she clawed at the small of his back and heaved her buttocks up. He tried to go easy, prolonging the sensation.

"Stay with me baby, easy does it," Barry groaned.

"It's wonderful!" Angela cried, her voice muffled against his chest. "I've never, felt so wonderful – so wild!"

Desperately he tried to slow down, afraid that he wouldn't be able to control himself much longer. He mouthed her swollen tits as his prick rammed her cunt in hard strokes.

Angela balanced her weight on her shoulders as her body arched up, meeting him stroke for stroke.

She was whimpering softly as she rouged his firm flesh with her fingernails.

Hot, convulsive lust flooded her body as her hips rotated swiftly and her asscheeks reared and bucked. She clamped down hard, sending hot stabs of pleasure to her cunt.

They soared upward at a savage paced. Consumed with fiery passion, Angela muttered low throaty words of endearment. As the pace increased to a frantic crescendo, she shut her eyes tightly, hanging on as the smoldering come convulsed her body.

Their wild fuck session went on and on as they passionately fell apart, rested, then clamped together again. They were caught up in another world, another time.

"Oh, God, God, Barry, darling, fuck me, screw my cunt, fuck it, FUCK MIBEEB!" Angela heard her voice fill the room.

Her face contorted as she felt her cunt coming and coming again – tiny fiery fingers of pleasure leaping through her clasping and unclasping cuntal walls – and her whole body vibrated in the throes of continuous orgasm.

"Aaargghbh, Jesus!" Barry moaned. "I'm coming… I'm coming again!"

"Oh, good, good, good, darling!" she gasped.

"Fuck me! Fuck me always!"

"There ain't no such thing as always, baby."

Angela's quivering pussy grew wetter still, the white-hot juices gushing from around her fingers and covering her hand. She could feel it running in warm, slippery rivulets down the insides of her trembling thighs to her knees.

She stayed in a position with her legs splayed out wide, enjoying the last flutterings of dying pleasure that coursed through her cunt. Finally, the last throes subsides and she withdrew her fingers from her warmly quivering cuntal passage.

But the come hadn't satisfied her, nor had it driven the thoughts of Barry from her mind.

He had fucked her brains out and promised her the moon. Together, he said, they were going to go right to the top.

But it hadn't worked out like that. Somehow, in the shuffle, Barry went on and she got left behind.

Without Barry, show business was suddenly cold and lonely for Angela.

Along came Dom, offering security. He didn't actually sweep Angela off her feet, but he seemed safe.

The marriage had been all right at first. But all too quicky Dom had riled their lives into a routine. He might have been a suave investment counselor at the office, but Angela soon found out that he was a thoughtless, uncaring animal at home.

She resorted to community theater. At least it kept her on the fringes of the entertainment world. But Dom decided he didn't like it. So out it went.

Angela's legs were still quivering from the force of her come, and her face was flushed with the vivid, lust-filled memories of Barry. She looked at herself in the full-length mirror and saw the reflection of her sparkling eyes and the tiny contented smile playing at the corners of her moist, pouting lips.

She was too young to just dry up and, by God, she wouldn't!

A cold emptiness filled her belly at the thought of her husband and she found herself mentally repeating the question she'd asked herself a thousand times. Why in God's name had she ever married him? Other than the fact of his money and the things it could buy, she hadn't loved him.