"Always willing wife" - читать интересную книгу автора (Collins Jeff)

CHAPTER SIX

Angela had no place to go but to Barry Golden. She knew a thousand dollars wouldn't go far, and maybe with Barry she could get her old job back.

"Jesus Christ," he said, smiling at her with an evil grin, "he really worked you over, didn't he, baby?"

Angela nodded, almost too weak to stand on her feet. Bags were strewn around Barry's room. They were obviously getting ready to leave. Harry Mayberry, Barry's road manager, was lolling on the floor in only his shorts. He was obviously high on something besides booze.

On a long, low couch near the center of the room sat a strikingly beautiful woman in a gown that seemed to Angela to be scandalously short at both ends. It was cut low to a deep V that showed the soft contours of her big tits. She had long red hair and a wide mouth. The woman rose and smiled.

"I'll get her cleaned up and into some clothes," the woman said.

"NO!" Barry bellowed, leering at Angela. "No, not yet. We've got a couple of hours before we leave. Let's have a little ball first."

"Jesus, Barry, can't you see she's beat?" the redhead said.

"I don't give a shit," Barry answered, and turned to Angela. "This is Lydia Swanson, Angela. And Harry you know."

Angela nodded dumbly.

"So you want back in the act, huh?" Barry asked.

"Yes, Barry."

"Well, we've got to see if you fit in, don't we?" Angela shrugged. "I'll fit."

"Well, we'll just make sure," Barry said. Lydia Swanson stepped between them. "Jesus Barry, you asshole, can't it wait?"

"Fun can't wait with Barry, Lydia. You know that."

"That's right, Harry. Here, baby, snort some of this. You'll feel fine!"

Barry placed a mirror under Angela's nose. Why not? she thought, nothing to lose now. She placed the straw to her nostril and took a deep sniff.

The sensation stung her sinus membranes and she felt a strange compulsion to sneeze, but seeing Barry's eyes burning into her brain, she obediently took another long snort before passing it on to Lydia, who awaited her turn.

Back came the mirror and Angela snorted some more. Then a glass of wine and some pills were pressed into her hands. She took the pills and drank the wine. Quickly, very quickly, her mind became a blank and she knew that she would soon be doing anything that Barry wanted her to do.

"That's good, baby," Barry grinned. "That's real good. Feeling better now?"

"Yes," Angela said, almost smiling. "I feel fine."

"I know you do," Barry leered. "How about a little show, girls?"

"Jesus, Barry, not now!" Lydia cried. "Can't you see she's out of it?"

"Lydia," Harry Mayberry interrupted, "you'd better do like he says. We both need our jobs, remember?"

"That's right," Barry urged, "and don't ever forget it. Now, Lydia, you're the experienced one. I'm in the mood for a little show, get with it!"

"Sorry, kid, but Barry's the boss," Lydia said to Angela. The redhead started pulling her dress off. Soon she stood there naked.

Slowly, as if on cue, Angela stood up and reached behind to unhook the single safety pin that secured her own tattered bra. Lydia slipped behind her and helped her get the bra off her shoulders, letting her hands slip down to cup her tits while the tip of her tongue licked at the back of her neck and sent goosebumps down Angela's spine.

"Don't worry, baby," Lydia whispered in her ear, "I'll do it so you'll like it!"

The redhead, standing behind her, let her arms slide down over Angela's stomach and her fingers gently teased the lips of her shaved cunt.

A shudder ran through Angela's body as she felt one of Lydia's hands slip behind her and up and down her ass crease. Angela's mind was fogged by the cocaine, and she didn't resist when Lydia's hands were all over her, at her nipples, sliding over her buttocks and moving over her cunt, arousing her in a way no man ever had, exciting her in a way that only another woman could know.

Lydia turned her around so that they stood facing one another, close. Lydia let her tongue lick out so that it just touched Angela's lips. Angela closed her eyes and could feel the redhead's fingertips expertly caressing her pussy, feeling unerringly for her clitoris and exciting it.

Lydia's gently probing fingers were getting to her, and Angela knew she was ready – ready to do anything they wanted. To hell with Dom, she thought, this is what I wanted all the time, anyway! Traveling with Barry again would be a ball. At least she'd never be frustrated again. With Barry and his friends, there would always be plenty of sex!

She was standing with her legs wide apart and Lydia's hand was caressing her cunt. It was moist and hot and she was feeling excitingly dirty. Her tongue flicked out and the two of them stood licking, not kissing.

She heard the men murmuring and grunting approval. More than heard – she could feel them. The room fairly swam in a sexual heat that mingled with the odor of marijuana that the men were now sharing.

Lydia slid a finger all the way up into Angela's cunt. Angela felt herself doing something she had never dreamed she'd ever do – caress another woman's tits. She teased Lydia's nipples into taut erection, arousing her with a feminine knowledge of what she herself would appreciate.

"Enough playin' around, Lydia," Barry snorted. "Get it on now… let's see some real pussy-suckin' action!"

Angela let Lydia guide her hand down until she felt the redhead's softly curling pubic hair. From there, her fingers explored, touching, feeling, tickling. She let the tip of her middle finger slide between Lydia's swollen cuntlips and she thrilled at her first experience with touching another woman's pussy. Her finger slid along the slit, feeling the moistness and the excitement mounting as Lydia rolled her pelvis out and spread her legs.

The two women were standing so close, their stomachs and tits touched. They swayed their shoulders back and forth, rubbing their nipples against each other as Angela, with a wild thrill, felt her finger slide up into the redhead's warm, wet cunt. She began sawing in and out as the two of them pumped their hips in the motion of fucking.

Then the two female forms were against each other, wildly rubbing their cunts together, cunt fucking each other with an intense abandon.

Angela cupped the cheeks of Lydia's soft ass and brought her own cunt hard against the redhead.

"Yes, oh, yes, Lydia," she cried. "Fuck me! Oh, fuck me with your clit!"

The women stood in the center of the room with their knees bent, their thighs flush against one another, their backs arched, their heads thrown back in abandon and their hair hanging free as they pound their cunts together.

Angela felt the thrill of her cuntlips slipping on Lydia's wet cunt. The electric excitement of the redhead's pubic bush scraping ever her clitoris and teasing it sent her to new heights of sensual feeling.

Angela felt dizzy with lust and excitement. She started to fall, completely uncaring now what happened to her, so long as this delicious moment would continue while the men watched, Barry gave a cry of delight as Angela fell on the cushion behind her, sprawling across it with her legs split wide over the sides. Lydia pulled Angela's hips forward until they were right on the corner of the cushion. Then she spread the girl's legs wide and Angela let them fall open. The redhead knelt between them, and, using the palm of her hands to force the thighs still wider apart, she leaned over Angela. Her tongue darted down and licked her navel and Angela let out a long moan of pleasure.

"Yeah, yeah… eat her! Eat her, honey!" Lydia Mayberry howled.

"Tongue her, Lydia… tongue-fuck a come right out of her!" Barry echoed.

Slowly, Lydia began licking down Angela's stomach, finally burying her face in the girl's quivering thighs. Angela's cunt opened and twitched convulsively, begging to be kissed as it glistened with excitement.

The men sat forward, watching Angela's cunt with awe.

Angela, her head thrown back, could think of nothing else but fucking. She wished they would all crowd around her, that they would fuck her one after another, and that Lydia would make love to her and that it would go on all night.

Lydia's pink tongue came out and slowly licked around Angela's hairless pussylips while the girl moaned and her whole body shook with desire. She thrust her hips up and split her legs wide while the men murmured and grew even more excited.

Slowly, Lydia's tongue snaked up and down her cunt, barely touching it, teasing it into wilder desire. Angela groaned as she felt the thrill. Her body began to move and writhe uncontrollably. She longed for more and more of this sensual lovemaking.

Suddenly, Lydia plunged her tongue into the depths of Angela's aching cunt. Angela reacted by crying out and bending her knees and pulling them back so that they crushed against her magnificent tits. As she felt Lydia's knowing tongue darting about in her hotly pulsing cunt, she thought she would go mad with desire.

Lydia pulled her tongue out to lick over the girl's trembling clitoris, and Angela found she couldn't keep her hips still as she writhed in delight.

Lydia, now wild with desire, broke away and fell on tap of Angela like a man, her tongue licking out. "Did you like that, baby?" she whispered hotly in Angela's ear as her pussy ground down hard on the girl's exposed cunt.

"Yesssss!" Angela hissed.

"Would you do that to me?"

"Yes, yes, anything!" the brunette croaked in a hoarse voice as their bodies, covered with sweat now, writhed together.

And it was true. Angela found herself in a state she had never experienced before. She wanted to please Lydia, and would do anything the other woman asked of her. The more the two of them writhed and licked and caressed, the more excited she became. She was being driven into a frenzy, a wild, heated, driving, surging passion. A feeling that kept building and swelling, that seemed to surpass even an orgasm. The more she did, the more excited she became; the more excited she grew, the more she wanted to do.

She wrapped her long legs around Lydia's waist and locked her ankles and squeezed with all her might, flattening her yearning cunt against Lydia's. They moaned and licked and writhed while their hips pumped and they rocked back and forth. They rocked too far, teetered, and fell apart.

Dazed, Angela got to her hands and knees and looked around. Lydia was next to her on the carpet, sprawled spread-eagle, opening her moist cunt to Angela and the men.

Angela crawled between the redhead's legs and looked down at her. There was no denying the excitement of a woman in heat. For the first time, Angela saw another woman as an object of sexual desire. She bent her elbows slightly, lowering her tits so that her nipples just touched Lydia's.

She let her body sway back and forth, rubbing her nipples over the redhead's tits. Then, sensing the men and knowing her bare ass was facing them, she split her legs wide and stretched her knees out until they touched the insides of Lydia's thighs.

Harry and Barry moved closer, practically shoving their faces against Angela's hairless, glistening pussy.

"Jesus, look at that," Harry groaned.

"Just like a baby cunt!" Barry echoed, listing his iron-hard dick at the sight.

Slowly, Angela lowered her body onto Lydia, who was thrusting her hips up in wild abandon. Slowly she lowered her weight until she was pressed against the other woman's body and their seeping cunts met.

"My tits! Suck my tits, Angela!" Lydia cried.

Angela let her body slide down and took one of the pink nipples into her mouth. She gently sucked on it while the lips of her teeth nibbled teasingly. Lydia offered her breasts and Angela took them, caressing, sucking, licking.

A mad desire was mounting in her, an inhuman need to claw and writhe and drive herself away from this sweet torment and on to the relief of orgasm. Her body was on fire and, as the men watched, she wiggled down over Lydia.

Suddenly she thought of Dom. What if he could see her now? What would he do if he knew what he had driven her to? Would he be shocked if he could see her about to suck another woman's cunt, with two men watching?