Richard Travis - Another suck wife

His lips and tongue covered a nipple that became immediately hard. His cock never stopped, gliding in deep and hard, then easing back before making another smooth plunge, sending her sensuous spirits soaring.

"I want to eat it!" she exclaimed happily. "I want a mouth full of it! It's so wonderful! Don't take it out! Not yet! I'm coming Tim! I'm coming!"

He rammed his cock in her harder, faster, causing words to freeze in her mouth, her eyes to look glazed. His cock grew as he pounded it in her, grew and began to throb against the walls of her oiled pussy.

"I'm there!" Kitty screamed, her teeth gritted in ecstasy. "I'm there! Don't stop now! Don't…"

Again her words froze in an orgasm of pleasure. As she felt his hot stream pouring into her, she chewed the lobe of his car and ground into him, her pussy sucking his streaming cock.

"I've got to taste your cock," she said. "I've got to feel its hardness in my mouth, with my tongue."

She pound her cunt into him until the hot stream slowly died, until the wonderful cock softened inside her and became still.

"I still want to eat your prick," she whispered. They literally crawled out of the pool and fell exhausted on a pair of thick beach towels, feeling warm desert air caress their satisfied bodies, looking up at bright stars.

"They're so far away," Kitty whispered, smiling at the stars.

"Like my political problems?" Tim said.

"In the morning they'li be gone," Kitty added. "The stars, yes. My political problems with Rone Curry, no. They'll just be beginning?"

Kitty suddenly remembered where she'd heard the name Rone Curry before. She thought of Harold, and his reluctant temptation to back the man with a big campaign contribution.

"Will money make all the difference in the election?" she asked.

"What else counts?" Kitty asked.

"The type of campaign Curry runs. He's a new face and with enough money for political ads they can make him look like Mr. Clean."

"But you can look the same way, can't you?" Tim frowned. "Not like Rone can, if he brings his family into the campaign, which he'll do. His wife of twenty years is attractive and articulate. They have two children that look like they've just returned from a 4-H camp."

"You have two children!"

"That's the problem, Kitty. Doris will refuse to let them be photographed or used in any way to help my campaign. As soon as Rone's people find out the position I'm in with Doris and the kids, they'll spread the rumors of a broken marriage, of a bluer split not only with my wife but my children. People's imagination will provide the gory details."

"Maybe Doris will change her mind," Kitty said. "No chance of that I'm afraid. She's got me by the balls and she isn't about to let go."

"Because of what I did to her and Bud?"

"That's all the reason Doris needs, I'm afraid." Kitty had tried to solve a problem for him, and she had! Now she felt responsible for a new problem. She began to wonder if politics wasn't a little too complex for her.

"Don't feel like it's your fault," Tim said.

"But I do."

It wasn't until long after he left and Kitty crawled into bed with a slight sense of unfinished desire that she remembered what it was that she'd wanted so desperately, and failed to get. They'd spent so much time discussing Tim's political problems that she'd never gotten around to feeling that most satisfying of cocks in her mouth.

She was beginning to hate politics.

They all agreed to help except James, which surprised Kitty. Tim Bladine was his friend, and had been for a lot of years. She had expected James to leap at the idea.

"What's with you?" she asked him.

"It's a game with the others," he replied. "A fun night doing something they like, something different."

"So? Let them have their turn, and help Tim at the same time."

"It's not a fun thing with you, Kitty. You act like you're on a mission to save Tim's political career."

"What's wrong with that?" she asked. "Tim's a nice enough guy, isn't he?"

"Now he is. Wait until he makes Mayor – and he just might make it with your help. He'll change then. I just don't want to see you get hurt, that's all."

"Cut out the bullshit, James!" Kitty shouted impatiently. "You're afraid I'll get involved with Tim and go back to living a straight life."

James chuckled cynically. "With Tim? That's the last of my worries."

"Then join the party!" Kitty smiled. "Stop being a cold ass."

"Yeah," Clyde said. "Marcia's willing to go along, and she don't even know the guy. What's your problem?"

"It'll be fun!" Marcia smiled. "And God knows I could use some help," she added, touching Clyde's enormous cock with a cool finger as if afraid it might stand up and come at her again.

They were all sprawled around James' living room, in spite of the fact that he had absolutely forbidden Kitty to visit him any more.

Big Edith was cradling shy and silent Ethel in her arms, full or protective affection for her little hellcat who always acted so tame and subdued, but was eager to try something else, just for a change of scenery.

"I can play my part, James." Ethel pinned. "You'll be proud of me!"

James knew he faced defeat and took it without further resistance. "All right!"

James picked up the phone and dialed. Doris answered, sounding tired and defeated, but sincerely pleased to hear his voice. It had been a long time since she'd seen James.

"What's the problem pet?" James asked, in his best seductive tone.

"These kids are driving me up a damn wall!" Doris snarled.

"Can't you train Bud Owens to baby-sit?"

"That asshole! I sent him flying!"

"Does that mean you're free now?"

"Until I find another political star to hitch this wagon to. Why, James? You got something in mind?"

"I just might, my little pet. I just might. Why don't you come by and meet some friends of mine. It'll give you a break."

"I guess I could call in a babysitter." James heard a pair of screaming voices in the background. It sounded like children fighting over the things children fought over.

"I'll be right there," said a relieved Doris.

"You're beautiful, James!" Kitty smiled, heading for the small bedroom. She closed the door, and lay on the bed with a book.

The others kept their places in the living room until Doris arrived, her clothes only half-neat, her hair disrupted by the fingers of grasping children.

"I'm just not cut out for full-time motherhood," she said, explaining her slovenly appearance.

The others, even more sloven, accepted her apology with smiles of understanding.

Shy little Ethel immediately crawled to Doris' feet and touched one of her toes protruding from open sandals.

"Such pretty feet," she said, bending low to caress them, examine them.

"What's with her?" Doris asked.

"She belongs to me." Big Edith smiled. "She likes feet, if they're shaped right."

"Feet?" Doris didn't understand.

"We all like something, honey." Big Edith smiled, looking at pointed nipples pushing cloth out in Doris' tight-fitting shirt.

Doris turned to James, the only familiar face in the room. "Who are these people?"

"Friends. Relax, Doris. They're just here to have a good time, the same as you."

Ethel touched her lips to Doris' feet, then licked her toes.

Big Edith laughed. "She's really gone bananas over your feet. It's almost like love at first sight."

Doris started to move her foot back, then changed her mind. "I guess she's harmless enough."

Ethel began sucking her big toe.

"Isn't that sweet," Marcia said. "I wish I could get excited over feet."

She reached into Clyde's lap and lifted up his large limp cock.

"I have to be stuck on things like this," Marcia said. "After a couple of days I'm so damn sore I can hardly get out of bed!"