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CHAPTER ONE
Angela Perrini watched her husband, Dom, stuff spaghetti into his face while he watched her big, braless tits bounce as she moved around the kitchen.
God, he was a handsome bastard when I married him, she thought, and always hard, always ready.
Now he's ready and hard only on Friday nights, after he's slopped up enough beer before he comes home and enough Chianti at dinner.
It wasn't Friday, it was Wednesday. That was why Angela was so surprised that Dom was looking at her tits with that gleam in his eye. Shit, she thought, that's all I need, for him to change his fuck schedule! Wednesday night was her dance class with Mario. They did very little dancing.
"Want some more?" Angela asked, Dom grunted and nodded.
She spooned more spaghetti on his plate and refilled his glass with Chianti.
"Some more greens, too," he growled.
Angela swiveled luscious hips in the direction of the refrigerator and got more salad. Long black hair fell forward to hide her face as she set the salad on the table.
Her husband's eyes caressed her body.
"You got something on your mind, I can tell. But forget it I've got dance class tonight."
He grinned. "Yeah, I know. Go play footsie with your little faggot friend."
Dom thought that. Mario was a queer. If he only knew.
Dom hated faggots. He preferred tits, and Angie's tits quivered unrestrained, the way he liked them, behind her low-cut blouse. The dark centers swayed back and forth behind the white fabric and the nipples were hard. He licked his lips and shifted in his seat to ease the strain in his crotch.
As he walked around his chair toward her own, he slid a hand up her thigh, his thumb probing past unshielded hair and into the wetness of her cunt. His cock twitched, but she only patted his head patiently, standing still for his pleasure. "Cool it, Dom. The food'll get cold." Her nose wrinkled at him and her black eyes joined her lips in a practiced smile. She didn't like him much.
Her tits bounced as she sat down. Dom's eyes strayed on them, staring. She stared back at him. She could tell from his expression what his dull mind was thinking: "Do I want to fuck or eat?"
Then he made his decision.
He ladled meat sauce over his spaghetti and tasted it, wrapping it around his fork and following it with a hunk of fresh bread. "Good stuff, Angie. Better'n usual."
She took a bite herself and watched him stuff food into his face. He was a sloppy eater, sauce dripping onto his chin, the pasta dribbling around his lips, and he didn't reach for his napkin. Angela closed her eyes as she answered. "I'm glad you like it, Dom."
There was silence for the rest of the meal. At last it was over. Angie quickly deposited the dishes in the sink and made for the bedroom. "I'd better hurry. I'll be late for class."
She pulled her leotard and slippers from the closet and unbuttoned her blouse, revealing a pair of swelling tits the size of g****fruits.
Her eyes fell on Dom in the mirror. He was licking his lips as he gazed at her huge, bare tits. His hand caressed his cock through his pants as he stared at the dark circles in their centers.
"Go on," he said.
Oh shit, Angela thought, tonight of all nights he wants to fuck!
"Dom, I'll be late."
"Go on!"
She undid the zipper at the side of her short skirt and let the cloth pool around her ankles. She wore no panties and the dark thatch that extended in a sweeping triangle from her navel, reaching toward her hips and diving between her thighs, didn't quite conceal the pinkness of her slit.
Dom leered. He reached down and pulled his dick out of his pants, then came up behind her and ran the huge cockhead up and down the crease of her ass.
Damn, oh damn, he's got a nice prick. If the bastard only knew how to use it! "No, Dom, not now!" But she could feel her body responding as the cock caressed her cunt hair between her thighs.
"I got the itch, Angie."
"Why didn't you have the itch last night, when I did?" she replied.
"Who knows? But I do now. And so do you. Your pussy's wetter than hell!"
It was. She could feel her juice oozing from her cuntlips and dripping down her inner thighs.
Damn, damn, damn the bastard, she thought. But, why not? She would still have enough left for Mario more than enough.
Her nipples were stiffening and she brought her hands to her tits and belly. The working fingers jerked the flesh, twitching the stubby buds of her nipples and moving the lips of her pussy so that her clit seemed to pulse with desire.
Dom reached for her, one hand going to her cunt, a finger pausing to caress her clit before diving between the lips to stroke her inner pussy.
Angela dropped to her knees to mold his prick in her hands. She watched his face as she undid the pants and pulled his massive cock farther into the open.
You dumb bastard, she thought, staring at the enormous tool, I would never have started fucking around on you if you'd given me as much of this as I needed!
Dom ran his fingers through her long black hair and tickled a tit. He was quiet, breathing hard, smiling, and when she gently rubbed his cockhead with a fingernail, he gasped.
She played with his balls, rolling them in their soft, hairy sac. She caressed his cock, running the foreskin back and forth over the head, inserting a finger under the moving skin, titillating him with her knowing touches.
He kept grinning, but his touch on her nipples became more urgent. He pinched them until she groaned. He clamped his fingers into her scalp, cruel and brutal.
She winced and tried to pull away, but he kept her close. "Don't hurt me, dammit! I'll do it. Real good!"
He pulled her head toward him and she bent to his cock.
Ten inches long and a little over two inches thick, his prick was big. But she was able to suck it into her mouth with no trouble at all. He pulled her harder against him, forcing her down on his dick. She resisted and began to swirl her tongue around his cock, swabbing, stroking, probing into the tiny slit at the top. Dom gasped again and his hands lost their urgency. Her mouth was skilled. She knew just how to suck him to give him the most pleasure, and the tongue thrusts were just the start.
Her head began to bob, lips sliding on and off the massive shaft. More and more of his meat disappeared into her throat with every stroke.
At his urging, Angie slid down until his cock pressed the back of her throat, but the nest of his hair was still three inches from her lips. She angled her head until she could feel his cockhead slipping into her throat. She swallowed, letting the constrictions of her muscles suck his dick until he groaned. Then she drew away and let only her tongue touch the head. She puckered the skin around it, holding it firmly, warmly, in her fist, and probed. Dom gasped.
His clenched muscles relaxed and she went down on him again. She wanted to bring him off as fast as she could, for when she managed to exhaust him it was always easier. She would be more than just hot and ready for Mario. She would **** him!
Her tongue swirled and tickled. She nibbled, pumped, and when she sucked, the pressure of her cheeks made him moan softly with pleasure. She drove down again and lodged his cock in her throat, her lips and nose being tickled by his coarse pubic hair.
She swallowed and her tongue licked out to touch his balls and knead the root of his big prick. Her mouth was strong and soon his muscles clenched again. She could feel the tension in her hands that rested on his asscheeks, but she didn't stop. She sucked and swallowed harder, faster, and when he began to gush she swallowed his cock a little deeper.
The steaming cum streamed, spurting, into her throat. She sucked it all, drained every drop, and only when he sighed, pushed against her shoulders, and said, "That's enough," did she stop.
She lay back on the cream-colored shag rug while he zipped up. He moved slowly, his cock and his vitality both drained for flow.
Angela almost wished that she had fucked him after all, when she saw his cock disappear in his pants. But Mario would satisfy her.
"What time you gonna be home, Angie, baby?" Dom leered, eyeing her huge tits. "Maybe I'll want another little taste."
She knew that was a lie. He'd had a good come. He was done for days. "Late. Mario's gonna show me a new routine."
Dom shrugged and headed for the kitchen and his beer.
Angela smiled. Mario always had a new routine for her.
Mario was short, very dark, very sexy, and he loved to fuck. Angela knew he was fucking most of the women who came to his dance studio. But she didn't care. Angela didn't care how many other women Mario fucked. As long as he fucked her.
She walked into the studio with her eyes full of, "Let's fuck!" She hadn't even bothered to wear her leotard, or her pantyhose, for that matter. After Dom had gotten his blow job, he hadn't noticed what she wore.
Angela had a fantastic body, and she knew it. Like her eyes, her body said, "Let's fuck!"
"You are ready, aren't you?" Mario said.
"You don't know how ready, darling," Angie purred. "Let's go up to your apartment now!"
He lived above the studio. Without waiting for his answer, Angela headed for the stairs, moving her ass as much as her skirt would allow.
Inside the room, there was no need for preliminaries. He closed and locked the door. By the time he turned, Angela had slipped the zipper on the dress and let it drop to the floor. Her nipples showed darkly through the thin material of her bra.
One hand moved toward her back to unfasten it. "Let me," Mario murmured, and caught the hand.
Her hand crawled up his arm, as his other arm went around her. She moved against him, her tits spreading across his chest, her cunt mound grinding against his rising cock.
His mouth dropped to hers in a passionate kiss. Her mouth was hot, open, full of tongue. She wormed her body against him, working her hips hard and fast and making little frantic sounds in her throat.
They were like two a****ls, and they both knew it. There was no pretense at love, or friendship, or the hypocrisy of "getting to know each other". The only thing that mattered for them at that, moment was the meeting of his cock and her cunt.
Angela leaned her head back, her lips at last lifting from his. Her eyes were clenched tightly shut and her lips were stretched across her white teeth, as if she were in pain.
"Hold me harder," she moaned, adding a purring sound in her throat and grinding her cunt harder against his dick. "What do you want tonight?"
"Everything," Mario rasped, using a free hand to undo his belt and fly.
"Me, too."
He kissed her again and felt the full warmth of her magnificent body melt against his.
His fingers found the clasp of her bra, unsnapped it, and pulled it from her shoulders. At the same time she had removed his shirt. As the bra fell away, the full firmness of her tits burst forward to meet his naked chest. Her nipples were like two hard, hot buds as they pressed against his skin.
He fumbled with her panties.
"Rip them!" she gasped.
With one pull, he shredded them and felt the wet softness of her cuntal lips rub against his groping hands.
She slid to her knees and clawed at his pants and shorts until he was naked.
She put her hands around his cock and skinned back the foreskin. His cockhead bounced in front of her eyes, cum already oozing from its tip. She put one hand at the very base of his dick and the other right next to it. She still had inches of magnificent cock left over. The blood-filled veins throbbed in the huge shaft.
"Suck it a little, baby."
"I just sucked off that asshole husband of mine. I want some meat in my cunt!"
"You'll get it," Mario laughed. "Just suck it and get it up a little harder!"
Eagerly, Angela opened her mouth and placed her lips on his cockhead. Just the tip went inside her mouth. She widened her, lips farther. Still the whole knob wouldn't enter. Mario placed his hands on the sides of her jaws and massaged them. Her mouth, fell open and his velvety knob went inside her mouth, throbbing on her tongue.
"Now suck on it, baby, and move your head like it was your cunt," he directed.
Angela hefted his heavy balls in one hand and started sucking on the knob of his big prick. Slowly she felt his hips start to move and felt the big cock slide effortlessly into her willing throat. It didn't hurt. She didn't gag. She sucked harder, loving the hardness of his giant hunk of meat as it slid over her tongue and down her throat.
Then her lips were touching her hand and she knew she had almost all of his prick inside her. She removed her hand from his cock and started, to take even more of it. She didn't mind sucking Mario's cock, because she knew there would be more lots more later.
Mario felt his knob expanding inside her throat, and no matter how hard he fucked her jaw, she took more.
She was some kind of woman. Angela had been the only woman he had ever been with who could handle that much of his cock in her mouth. Then her head was bobbing furiously back and forth. Her moans around his cock only added to the boiling sensation she was creating in his cum-filled balls.
"Wait," he suddenly groaned, pulling his rigid dick from her face and lifting her by the armpits. "Now you," she cried.
"The bed!"
He carried her to the bed and laid her gently on her back. Then he crawled between her upthrust legs and rocked back on his haunches to look at her. The sight of her white body writhing against the darker bedspread almost made him come without even fucking her.
"Eat me," she panted. "Jam that long tongue of yours inside my pussy and lap the hell out of me!"
Quickly, Mario dropped between her thighs and his face ground into the dampness of her pussy.
Hungrily, her cunt came up against his mouth. It was wet and eager to be lapped. His tongue stiffened and slipped between the drooling lips of her pussy, and in another second he was eating her into a violent climax.
"Suck it loud!" Angela urged as she ground her pussy against his mouth. "I want to hear you eating me!"
He kissed her clit, sucked one cuntlip into his mouth, nibbled on it till she couldn't take any more, then switched to the other.
Peeking over her belly, he watched her tits rocking back and forth on her chest while she gyrated her hips. Both nipples were tight little buds. He took them in his hands, gently massaging them with his fingertips. They felt warm to the touch and he wanted to stick them both in his mouth with her cunt.
"Yes, yes, oh, God, yesssss!" Angela wailed. "Tongue it, Mario. Tongue the cum right out of my cunt!"
She licked her dry lips. It was just about there. She felt it rising up from her toes. She was coming. Her face flushed and her heart pounded wildly in her chest. A thin layer of perspiration coated her soft skin. The bed shook and her sweet cunt-smell filled the air, drenching both their senses. Goosebumps lined the back of her arms and mushroomed on the flesh of her asscheeks.
"Suck me! Bite it hard! Yessss! Ahhhhh, stick your tongue in deeper more, more more! Don't stop! Aaaeeeaahhh, Gooooddd!"
She exploded sweet cunt juice into his mouth. It gushed like an outgoing tide from her palpitating pussylips.
"Hmmmm, sweet juice," Mario hummed as he sucked and swallowed the syrupy honey from her hole.
"Now, baby!" Angela wailed. "Now! Ram it in! Fuck my cunt while I'm still commminnng!"
Mario slid up her body, positioned the head of his dripping cock at the center of her slit, and rammed home.
"Oh, shit, fuck me, you bastard, screw me, you fucking bastard!" she screamed, digging her nails into his rhythmically pumping asscheeks.
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!"
CHAPTER TWO
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 a****l!" 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.
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 a****l 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 a****l 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.
For security, that's why.
Angela's father had died when she was only three years old. Her mother had been a registered nurse and had drummed into her head since she was old enough to understand to marry for security, "So you won't have to slave like I do!"
Well, her mother had done her work well, even if she hadn't lived to see the fruits of her advise. She'd died just shortly before Angela had left Barry.
Angela never knew what her mother did for sex. Maybe she hadn't needed it.
"Well, I do!" Angela said to the mirror. "And I'm going to get it, even if it's from my own, uninterested husband!"
Dom was surprised. He never cared much for the candlelight dinner and soft music scene. But here it was, complete with Angela in a low-cut dress that barely kept her tits from spilling out onto the table.
"What's all this?" be asked.
"It's called romance, honey," Angela said. "It's supposed to get you in the mood."
"I'm in the mood. I'm fucking starved. Let's eat."
Angela nibbled at her food as Dom gorged himself. When he was finished he grabbed the paper and retreated to the den.
Oh no, Angela said to herself, not tonight! She followed him and flipped off the TV. "Angie, what the fuck"
"That's it, Dom fuck," she said.
"Angie I'm beat."
She paid no attention. One touch at her zipper and the dress lay in a puddle at her feet. She wore no bra or panties.
"Jesus Christ, Angie naked as a jaybird, and right in front of the windows!"
Suddenly she hated him. But something wouldn't let her be defeated. She felt as though she was being directed by powers stronger than her own will. She felt wilder, more abandoned than ever before in her life, and she actually reveled in her nudity as she let him drink his fill with his eyes.
Then, suddenly, she felt overcome by a desire to dance. She began to gyrate, wiggling her hips rhythmically, letting her big tits swing. Her lust became greater and her sensuous dance more abandoned. Her gyrations became frenzied, her long hair flying out behind her, her hands high in the air over her head.
Her mind screamed as she moved her hands to her pussy and spread the soft, pink lips. I'll make you want it, you bastard, I'll make you take it!
"Jesus, Angela, that's filthy!"
But it was working. His prick was coming up in his pants. Angela bent, her legs spread, her ass practically in his face.
The sight of the full rounded moons of her ass caused Dom's already swelling dick to lurch in his pants as he gaped at the crevice between her asscheeks. She straightened up and moved toward him. Dom stared, his breathing tightening in his throat as she crossed the room, her luscious, rounded assglobes quivering delightfully as she walked.
He unzipped and whipped out his cock. "All right, you bitch, you want it? Here it is! Suck it!"
As hot as Angela was, his words and actions were like ice water being thrown over her body. Now she not only didn't want to fuck him, she knew she wouldn't be able to stand having him touch her.
She stopped short before reaching him, sudden anger seething inside her at his selfish words. Abruptly, the overwhelming desire to hurt her husband, to slash at his stupidity was too strong to suppress. She sensed the sardonic smile twisting her mouth when she spoke. "Are you queer, Dom? Is that why you never want to fuck anything but my mouth? Is that the only way you can get off, don't with a blow job?"
"What did you say?" Dom mumbled, staring at her, the full meaning of his wife's insult not registering for a long moment. But then it did and he felt his own anger beginning to boil. "What the hell are you getting at? Are you saying that I'm some kind of inadequate lover or something?"
"Oh, scarcely that!" Angela hissed sarcastically. "Not good old reliable Dom. Why, you conceited ass, you!"
Dom's stinging slap to her cheek carried her backward several feet. She didn't expect it. He'd never struck her before.
"You sorry slut!" he snarled, suddenly moving toward her with clenched hands, his red-rimmed eyes glaring with fury.
Angela had never been afraid of Dom before, but at that very moment she was. Her cheek burned hotly from the sting of his slap and the viciousness in his eyes was something she'd never seen before. She'd gone too far this time.
"Dom, listen to me! Dom, please!" she heard herself stammer as he backed her to the sofa. Her cunt was dry now and her mind full of fear. She'd gone too far and she knew it. She just hoped he wouldn't hurt her. "It's all right, Dom, I'll blow you!"
She hardly got the words out of her mouth when Dom was on top of her, his weight crushing down into the sofa, pinning her while she continued to plead with him.
His big hands were all over her, clutching and squeezing cruelly at her soft flesh. Before she realized it, he'd stripped off his own clothing. Then she saw his swollen, rigid prick throbbing angrily.
Dom forced his way between her thighs, lifting them high and thrusting them back ruthlessly against her enormous tits.
"Oh, God, Dom, please! What's gotten into you?" Angela pleaded. "Have you lost your mind?"
"Not really. Just for a minute, maybe but I think I've just found it again, you slut," he snarled thickly, his contorted face a mask of lust.
His hand shot down between them. Angela felt the blunt, bulbous head of his cock spreading open the tender lips of her dry cunt.
He ran his dick up and down her dry slit until the head was in. Then, with a deep a****l growl, he rammed into her.
"Oh shiiit, Dom, easy!" Angela cried.
"Easy, shit!" he hissed and lunged again.
She sobbed, her body squirming as the thickness of his meat smashed into her, scr****g against her tender inner flesh. Unwillingly, that same flesh squeezed desperately, as if her fuck hole was trying to spit out his unwanted dick. But the massive tool was already thundering without mercy into her pussy.
Dimly, Angela heard Dom gasp as the clamping cuntmeat around his prick while he continued to push deeper into her, forcing the warm, unreceptive walls of her pussy in waves before his throbbing prick.
She could never remember Dom being this wild, not in all their years of marriage. He was like a maniac, and his dick was bigger than she'd ever remembered it, plunging, fucking, hammering, reaming her cunt. It caused sharp twinges of mixed pain-pleasure to ripple through her pussy.
Tears filled her eyes, tears of hate and rage. God, how she hated him! He was pounding into her cunt so hard she could feel it all the way to the back of her throat.
"You bastard, go easy!" she sobbed. "Go easy! You're ripping me apart!"
"That's just what I mean to do, you cunt!"
And then he was pressing her knees back harder into her tits, raising her cunt slot greedily up to his pile driving prick. Suddenly his hands were roughly kneading the soft flesh of her tits and she could feel the tender skin beginning to bruise. All this while he thrust in and out of her fuckhole insanely, squirming and rutting, making her cry out with every inward lunge.
She had never thought of her husband as a person to be afraid of, but she was at that very moment. The fear that he might injure her struck her. His cock seemed to be ballooning bigger and bigger and ramming higher and higher. Her pussy could only take so much hammering.
And then, suddenly, Angela realized that she was trying to shove her damp cunt up against his rampaging cock. His heavy balls were slapping into the crevice of her ass, sending new sensations rippling sensuously through her pussy and belly. She was sore and burning inside her raw, moist cunt, but a building pressure was growing to a point of unexpected lust.
It swept her whole mind blank. She wanted to think of nothing but the cock's size and the sweet frenzy of it as it raged and fucked her.
Dear Christ, was it possible? Dom was going to make her come!
She started to reach up and grab his neck with her arms. She wanted to kiss him. Then she felt it. His plunging prick began to pulsate and jerk.
Oh, Dom, no! Oh no!
"Please, not yet, Dom! Please hold off, daring! Another few seconds! Ohhhh, please PLEASE!"
She might as well have been a whore lying there beneath him. Dom's eyes gaped vacantly and his mouth hung slack. He grunted aloud, then she felt his heavy meat spewing into her. Again and again she felt hot squirts of scalding cum. She cried out while she thrust her pussy desperately up onto his deflating prick. She heaved her hips and asscheeks upward with a frenzy, trying to wring her orgasm from the now-limp cock.
She didn't know that he was u*********s for nearly a half-minute, until his dead weight began to crush the breath from her and she rolled him away, feeling his flaccid cock pop out of her still-grasping cunt hole with a wet, sucking sound.
"You fuck you bastard you asshole!" she cried. "Even when you fuck me, you can't last long enough to get me off! SHIT!"
She began to cry, even as she smoothed her hand down over her belly and through the damp cunt hair to the moist, velvety flesh of her pussy. She found her throbbing, tiny clit and tweaked it twice. It needed more. Nevertheless she continued to stroke it tenderly while the spasms of coming jolted through her voluptuous body. But it wasn't the same as if a cock had brought her off.
As the unsatisfying orgasm finished its flutter through her body, she knew that the very next day she would start looking for a cock to replace Mario.
CHAPTER THREE
"I'll eat in town tonight gotta talk to a client," Dom said.
Angela nodded and buried her face back in the morning paper. It had been a quiet breakfast. Dom was obviously contrite after the previous night's ****, but Angela was having none of it.
The door had barely closed behind him when Angela saw the ad and nearly fell off her chair.
There it was, smack in the middle of the entertainment section. Barry Golden's picture. The ad said that he was appearing for one week only at the Barbary Coast Club. The article underneath the picture nearly made Angela faint as she read it. "Barry divorced deserting Hollywood for the time being and returning to club work"
It was too good to be believed, Angela leaped for the phone and made a reservation for that evening.
Like a madwoman, she dressed and headed for town. She shopped until she found just the right dress. Then came the full works at a beauty salon, then back home to dress.
Barry Golden would see her as a woman now. This time it would be different for both of them.
She checked her image in the mirror. The gown was slit high on the sides. The slightest movement of her legs would show the beginning of her rounded ass. It was a sexy outfit, the neckline low enough to show a good portion of her luscious, firm tits. She had a fantastic figure, and she was proud of it. God had given her a body for pleasure, she reasoned, and she would utilize it to its fullest.
Then she was ready and it was time to go.
"Look out, Barry Golden. You won't even know what hit you!"
"Jesus, Angie, I couldn't believe it when I looked down at ringside and there you were!"
Angela smiled. He was as handsome and desirable as ever. The dark hair was just as thick and curly, the brown eyes still flashed sex at every woman in the room, and the well-muscled body moved like a cat under the expensively cut clothes.
He had barely finished his first set when his manager, Harry Mayberry, had come to the table and escorted Angela back to Barry's dressing room.
Now they sat on a couch, staring at each other and sipping champagne. Each time their eyes met, Angela could feel the old vibrations shudder through her body.
"I was sorry to hear about you and Sheila," Angela said, referring to the chorus girl he had married.
"Were you?"
"Not really," she laughed.
"And what about your marriage?" Barry asked.
"What about it?"
Barry shrugged. "How's it going?"
"Not good not bad," Angela replied.
"Now tell me really."
"It's baring, Barry. Downright, fucking boring."
He put his glass down and took hers as he moved closer to her on the sofa. "That's what I hoped you'd say."
Their lips met in a tongue-dueling kiss as he slid his hand into the slit at the side of her skirt. He pushed the skirt all the way to her lap, and his hand slid off her sleek hose to land on smooth, warm skin. His cock stiffened.
"Oh, baby, you feel so good!" he murmured. "Take me to bed," Angela breathed, "and you can feel me all over. I really need a man tonight, Barry, and the one I want is you."
Barry's mind reeled. Talk about an angel dropping straight out of heaven! This had to be his luckiest day of all time!
"Jesus, you really mean it, don't you?"
"You're damn right I mean it. Do you have time before your next set?"
"Shit, baby, I'll take the time! In here!" There was a smaller room with a bed where he could rest between sets, Angela followed him into it, both of them tugging on their clothes as they moved.
"Pour us two more drinks, will you, darling?" she asked as soon as they had closed the door behind them.
He complied, standing at the wide dresser that served as a bar. He had his back toward her. There was a mirror above the dresser, but he didn't look in it as he uncapped the bottle and poured the drinks.
Angela quickly dropped her dress to the floor, and when Barry turned to face her, holding the drinks, she was standing in the center of the room, wearing a lace-trimmed white bra and white panties edged with lace. Her bare thighs gleamed invitingly.
"Like me this way?" she asked teasingly, and turned, showing off her rounded, nylon-clad buttocks before she faced him again.
"Honey, you're terrific!" Barry growled, and his eyes told her he was ready to eat her alive right now.
If another girl had behaved this way a girl who hadn't meant anything to him she would have cheapened herself in his eyes. And while he might have fucked her and enjoyed it, he wouldn't have given her the time of day afterward.
But Barry could never regard Angela as cheap, no matter what she did. She knew that. And she knew, also, that if she really convinced him that he meant something to her, the sky would be the limit.
Angela took the drink from his hands, touched the glass against his, then raised her glass to her lips and took a sip. She kept watching him cozily. His eyes searched her up and down. He tried to be subtle about it, but Barry wasn't exactly the subtle type. Seeing her this way in her panties and bra was a dream come true. He practically devoured her with his eyes.
Angela set her glass down. "Want me to take off something else?" she teased.
Barry grinned. "Honey, you just do anything you like."
Still watching him, Angela reached behind her and unhooked the bra. She placed an arm across her tits to hold the cups in place, and with the other hand she slid the shoulder straps down her arms.
She drew out the suspense while Barry's gaze remained glued to her chest. Then she suddenly whipped the bra away, causing her naked breasts to leap and quiver. The sight was dazzling.
"Jesus," was all Barry could manage to say.
Angela laughed and waggled her shoulders from side to side, causing her tits to wobble deliciously, their soft flesh shimmying as her stiff nipples grew harder.
"Baby, I might never get to that next set."
"You will, then you'll be ready to go again!" She had one fleeting thought of Dom, but it quickly disappeared when Barry dropped his shorts and she saw the hardness of his ready cock.
She wouldn't stop now.
She hooked her fingers through the elastic of her panties. Her heart raced as she bared her cunt to his eyes.
"Oh, fuck," he growled. "It is indeed the promised land!"
His kiss was sweet, with tenderness and warmth in it. It was soft, a gentle delight that made Angela want to give rather than take. It was a kiss of the kind she had always dreamed of a kiss that was tender, considerate, giving pleasure without demanding anything in return.
But it was also a kiss that made her want to give. A great ball of tenderness welled up within her, bursting and leaving her weak.
"Hold me close, Barry," she whispered. "Take me fuck me!"
They moved to the bed, and Angela wantonly pressed her beautiful, curvaceous softness into the hardness of his cock that thrust and strained against the sweat of her belly.
Suddenly, Barry turned her in his arms and crushed her to him, struggling to get the whole length of her pressed into his burning flesh.
His lips came down hard on hers, and his tongue met hers as it darted into the warm flesh of her lusting mouth. He tongue-fucked her for a long moment, his hands clutching at her soft asscheeks as he ground his cock against the lips of her yearning, hungry cunt.
"Oh, shit, I want you, baby," he moaned. "It's just like old times."
"I want you, too, Barry. I want your big, beautiful cock in me, just like those old days!"
Her arms went up and her hands found the back of his neck. She thrust herself into him, communicating her desire and her lust.
She felt his hands frantically kneading the smoothness of her ass. Then his hand crept slowly to her tit. She wriggled against him with delight as his palm cupped her luscious globe, rubbing against her nipple, arousing it to even greater erection. Her tits leapt to his mouth and he captured first one and then the other in his warm lips.
She had been moving her hands down his body as he sucked at her tits. She found and gripped his massive cock. It pressed, naked, against her belly, ready to fuck her when the moment was right. But still he didn't rush. He continued kissing her body all over, driving her wild with anticipation and desire.
He kissed her lips, drew a line down her neck to her tits. His tongue traced a hot circle around the throbbing nipples, making them ache with desire. Then his lips closed softly over them and Angela thrilled to the tugging sensation as he mouthed them eagerly.
She took his hand and guided it to her cunt. She gasped with delight as she felt his finger enter her seething slit. Roth her hands were busy working with eager lust, caressing his hot cock. Her head was swimming and she felt almost weak. A thousand things seemed to be happening inside her body at the same time. His huge, rigid dick pressing against the softness of her belly seemed to ignite a hundred tiny fires throughout her body. And the hardness of his body pressing against her sensitive tits made her tremble.
His tongue met hers, rubbing sensually against it and teasing her tauntingly. Then she felt his huge hand grasp the cheeks of her ass to begin rubbing her in slow, undulating grinding motions.
Then his head was moving down her body. "Want it?" he asked.
"Yes, yes! Eat me!" Angela gasped.
"Tell me how much you want it, baby. Let me hear it," he teased, massaging her clitoris very gently with his thumb as he stared up into her beautiful face.
"Oh, please!" she pleaded.
"Say it."
"Lick it! Please, lick my cunt until I come, darling! I want it I need it!" she exploded, groaning under his manipulation of her blood engorged clitoris. She watched him smile, then drop his mouth to her aching crotch. His tongue flashed out and buried itself in the meat of her succulent pussy.
"Aaaaahhhhh!" Angela moaned with sheer pleasure as the waves of passion began moving through her veins. Her chest heaved as she drew in deep breaths, and her heart was pounding crazily in her ears.
The beautiful wife felt a dozen new sensations sweep through her. It seemed as if the juices in her body were concentrated in her cunt and moving quickly from a simmer to a hard, fast boiling movement. Her tits were so hot she could swear they were ready to blow up.
"Oh! Oooooohhhhhhh!" she cried as a tiny earthquake rippled through her body. She felt as if she were going to explode.
"Okay, baby," Barry said softly, "how about a good fucking now? Are you ready to find out what this beautiful pussy of yours was created for?"
"Yes! OH, GOD, YES!" Angela cried. She was so aroused she could think of only one thing gorgeous relief from the raving passion that held her so firmly and completely in its grip. Something inside her cried out that she was a woman and about to be fulfilled as a woman.
It's been Barry that I've needed all the time, Angela thought, and it'll be Barry I'll have!
Barry rammed forward, plugging the hot hole of her cunt with his meat.
Her response was electric. Now that he was in her, she wanted it all. "Beautiful cock! Big, thick, gorgeous cock! Fuck me with it! Give it to me! Ream out my fuck hole with that beautiful hunk of meat!"
Her legs parted, lifted, and she wrapped them around his lunging body. As his long, thick, hot prick speared her seething pussylips, she squeezed him with her legs and felt the pressure of his cock throughout her entire body.
Barry could feel her cunt closing over his cock and it was wonderful. The flesh inside her pussy was warm and slick as her juices sent their heat to his plunging tool. Her cunt was spectacular. It felt more like a suck than a fuck.
"Oh, darling, ram it home! Ram it home! I don't want this moment to ever end!"
"We're going to spend the whole night together, baby," Barry rasped, spearing his giant cock again and again into the depths of her hole, "And we're going to fuck and fuck and fuck!"
"Anything, darling, anything you want!" Angela gasped. "I'm all yours! Love me! Fuck me!"
Barry could hear her, but he didn't care what she said. All he wanted to do was shoot the most tremendous load possible. Her cunt was so much more fantastic than others he had fucked. His penetration was such that the feeling was absolutely electrifying.
Angela unwrapped her legs and dug her heels into the bed, raising her cunt more to his angle. He couldn't believe that his cock actually went deeper on each plunge. The angle also brought her clit into direct contact with his sliding, driving prick, and she knew she would soon be at the peak of her come.
She looked up at him, put her arms around his neck and pulled herself up. She kissed him, pressing herself to him and rubbing herself up and down his hard, lean body while his cock worked faster and faster inside her fuck hole.
She gasped and clutched him. He grabbed her arms and pushed them down beside her body while he thrust into her as hard as he could. He was grunting and straining, tense with desire. His heavy, fat prick made wet sluicing sounds as he drove it in and out, in and out of her clutching hole. His thighs smacked against her ass. She twisted and writhed beneath him, her eyes closed, teeth biting into her lower lip.
He could sense her rising excitement and controlled it with the thrusts of his prick. He watched her face as she came nearer and nearer to orgasm. He thrust deeper and still harder.
Then he reached down and inserted his little finger in her asshole and worked it around, feeling his prick moving in and out just the other side of the delicate membrane that separated the two openings.
He reached around and under her with both hands, catching her asscheeks, one in his left hand and one in his right. He was panting hard, smacking his pelvis against her bone as hard as he could. He fucked her deeper and still deeper as he squeezed and kneaded her big ass.
"Don't stop!" she suddenly cried. "Oh, please don't stop! I'm there there!"
And then, as he pushed into her still harder, her words turned to formless cries and she had her climax. Great spasms shook her body as she came. Sweat rolled off her, and her hair dangled over her contorted face. She collapsed, crying and moaning. It was what Barry needed. With a few final thrusts he felt his own passion reach its limits. The dam broke and his cum spurted into her cunt in great globs.
He groaned loudly as the last drop of jism left him. Then he sat back on his heels, his shrinking prick slipping from her cunt.
Angela fell over on her side, her tits still heaving as she breathed in quick, shallow gasps and stared up at him.
Suddenly a wide grin spread across her beautiful, glistening face. "Now that's what I call fucking!"
"Yeah," Barry panted, "it sure was. How's it feel to fuck a star, baby?"
"I'll let you know after the next one," she giggled.
"Good enough for me," he grinned. "It'll be a short set, believe me!"
Angela could feel the juices of her pussy soaking through her skirt. It had been a short set, all right. And right after it, Barry had hustled her to his car and off they went toward his hotel.
She realized it was late. Dom would be wondering where the hell she was.
She didn't care. The hell with Dom.
She turned in the car and faced Barry. "You know, of course, that this is crazy."
"Shit, baby, that's the idea. Wild and crazy, doing what we want to do when we want to do it. Isn't it? Come on, Angie, sweetheart, get my prick out and suck it, tickle it with your tongue!"
She couldn't help the powerful emotions Barry fired inside her cunt, and before she actually realized what she was doing, her hand had moved to the front of his swelling pants, opened the fly and was moving inside his shorts to clasp his hot, hardening dick.
Gently she brought it out to the sound of his little gasps, then dropped her eyes to absorb the cock's long thickness. She eased back its heavy foreskin, exposing the moist cockhead and the drops of pre-cum oozing from the tiny slit.
She giggled. "I've never sucked a guy's dick in a moving car before!"
"You don't know what you've been missing!" Barry said, screeching around a corner.
Angela bent her head under his arm, between his body and the steering wheel, and licked her warm tongue over his cockhead, wiping away the cum drops with its tip.
"Ohhh, shit, yeah, Angie baby! Oh, fuck, that's delicious!" Barry croaked. "Give my prick a good sucking while I find us a place to park!"
Recklessly, with his left hand on the wheel and his right caressing her tits while she sucked his cock, he maneuvered the car at break-neck speed. He wheeled into the hotel parking lot and the big car rocked to a stop.
"Jesus," he rasped, raising her head up off his hardened prick and staring into her lust-filled eyes. "I swear, baby, no one can suck a dick like you can!"
Angela threw her arms around his neck and clasped her soft lips to his while he searched her mouth with his tongue.
"I love you, Barry," she whispered hoarsely.
"Yeah, sure, baby," he managed, pressing her back into the corner of the seat and spreading her long, shapely legs apart. "Yeah, I love you, too, but right now I've got to fuck you!"
"Oh, darling, yes, I want you to fuck me! But wait, let me help you!"
She had sucked his dick into a hammering hardness and now, as he watched her raise her dress up around her waist, lift her asscheeks slightly and begin to roll her sheer nylon panties down over her naked hips and thighs, he thought he'd blow his mind. Shit, she was too much.
"Jesus!" he gasped, gazing down at the teasing pussy that she had completely exposed to him by spreading her white, raised thighs wide. "You wanna go to the room?"
"Yes," she smiled, "right after you fuck me in the car."
"First I want to taste this sweet pussy," he murmured in her ear. "I want to love it and lick it and tongue-fuck it until you're screaming for more."
Angela moaned aloud. "Yes take it it's yours, take it!"
He leaned forward, kissing her navel and tickling it with his tongue.
"Mmmmmm," she moaned, tensing her muscles against him. Her hands slid through his hair, pulling him even closer to her.
His lips traveled down her warm belly and nuzzled in the curly fur of her pussy. He used both thumbs to press the center of her cunt open. He widened the crack. Pink lips peeled back to reveal their inner shell, scalloped membranes of a much deeper pink. His nose was assaulted with a heavy perfume.
Angela groaned and rammed her crotch against his face, burying his nose in her pussy hair and getting herself a deeply planted kiss well inside the soft, wet lips of her cunt.
"Mmmmmm" he groaned, kissing her inner lips again.
Angela grunted at, the feel of his warm tongue slipping in and out of her moist hole. His stabbing tongue flogged her quivering clit until her belly shivered and fluttered.
She couldn't hold still. Her whole body was writhing and twisting under his hands and tongue. Thrills surged through her, and an uncontrollable rapture and need for release was rising in her drooling cunt.
"Oh, Barry, Barry, honey, please please put your beautiful cock inside me! I need it, honey I need to feel it pounding in my cunt!"
In answer to her pleas, Barry started licking harder and harder at her clit. Beneath his tongue the erect, slippery little nub swiveled and pounded with her pulse. It rolled elusively. Her fingers dug into him and her head rocked back and forth on the car seat; every breath she took was a sighing sob.
"Now, please now! I'm coming! I'm coming!"
Barry clamped down hard on her clit with his tongue and his teeth, Angela had to clap a hand over her mouth to keep from shrieking as she came and came, shuddering all over in a violent release that had her jerking and bucking with the v******e of her orgasm.
She was still coming, panting and flowing inside, when Barry scrambled up and onto her. One swift jerk of his hips sent his great, throbbing cock deep into the hairy slit of her cunt.
"Aaaggghhh!" she cried, convulsing.
He fucked in and out of her slippery pussy with hard, fast strokes that made his inflated balls slap loudly against the crease of her ass.
Angela was so wet and open that his prick slid smoothly in and out of her clasping cunt, swimming in her warmth, rolling from side to side. She put her legs up at his side, locked her feet behind his powerful back to feel his prick as deeply as possible.
Barry fucked into her as deep and as hard as he could. She rolled her hips up to him again and they came together. He hunched in and out quickly, sliding deep into her cunt with his massive cock until the car echoed with her moans of pleasure and pain, and she bucked her cunt up hard against his pummeling meat.
"Ohhhh, shiiiit that'll do it! I'm gonna come!" he yelled, dropping his weight onto her. Then with several convulsive swift thrusts of his hips, he shot his hot cum into her stuffed hole. Stream after stream of the creamy juice poured into her seething pussy. The sensation filled Angela with ecstasy and triggered yet another come in her.
"Again! I'm coming again!" she wailed, her whole body spasming as orgasm shook her.
She couldn't get enough of his fantastic cock and she viciously slammed herself upward, her mouth wide open, cum dripping out of her hole. His pubic hairs were soaked with her cream as he kept up his relentless attack on her pussy, driving into her hard and deep, until the last drop of his jism had shot into her cunt.
Angela felt as though she had been coming for days. Her head rested on the car seat as she heaved her ass up and down, squeezing his big prick with her strong cunt muscles.
His balls squirted once again before they hung loose and empty. He slowed his pace until he stopped altogether. She lay under him, glorying in the wonderful fuck. Pleasure and deep-felt satisfaction covered her like a cocoon.
"C'mon," Barry rasped. "Don't even put your panties on. Let's get into the suite. There isn't room in the car for what I wait to do next."
"What's that?" Angela said, her head dizzy from the hugeness of her comes.
"Fuck my dick up your asshole!"
Angela smiled into the grayness of the early morning light sifting into the room. Beside her, Dom snorted. It had been nearly dawn when she had finally crawled from Barry's bed and made her way home.
Dom had been sound asleep when she had entered the room, undressed, and slipped into the bed. She thought briefly of taking a shower. Her cunt was full of Barry's cum, and it was leaking. But the hell with it. She really didn't care if her husband caught her any more. It had been worth it.
Barry had been wonderful. Her asshole was sore as hell, but that didn't bother her either. He had actually made her come by fucking her rear hole. It had been fantastic!
And afterward, they had lain together and Barry had told her all the things she wanted to hear. She could remember the words almost as if he were there at that moment, lying between her and Dom, whispering in her ear
"You've always been the one, Angie you don't know how much I still feel for you we gotta do th