Richard Travis: Another suck wife

She fell forward in the shallow water, her hands resting on steps and a handrail. She gripped both as his hard cock found her asshole and lunged forward.

She started to scream, but he pushed her face in the water, then plunged into her again. She no longer wanted to scream. When he pulled her face from the water, she was smiling and sighing happily. He came a second time, in her ass. She loved the feel of it, the newness of it, the completeness of it. Later they sat in the water, exhausted, fulfilled, happy.

"Why did you resist me, James?" she asked. "I thought you wanted to make love."

"So? What's wrong with making love?"

"It leads to falling in love, to making plans, to moving in together – to spoiling everything."

"What do you want, James?"

"To fuck! To fuck a woman who wants to be fucked by a man. To enjoy a body that enjoys my body. And then to be free to live my life, as she is free to live hers."

"That's what I want, James. That's exactly what I want."

He smiled at her. "I know."

"What convinced you, James?"

"The way you sucked my cock in that muddy water. You really wanted it, all of it."

"I still want it!" She grinned, reaching for his prick, fondling it in her hand, clean now, as his cock was clean.

"You got it, Kitty," he said, as his cock began to rise to her touch.

James' rough rudeness stopped. A smile became his most common expression. He not only welcomed her to his world of erotic bliss through healthy fucking, but he introduced her to his friends who shared his free-wheeling life style.

The first were Clyde and Marcia who initially impressed Kitty as being a solidly married couple. In a sense, they were solidly married, but not to each other.

Clyde ran a fast-food restaurant in Flagstaff.

Marcia supported her dream of making it in television by working as a cocktail waitress in Beverly Hills at night and taking acting lessons and going for auditions during the day.

After Kitty got to know them, it seemed perfectly natural that both Clyde and Marcia kept secrets from their regular mates, but tine were no secrets between each other.

Kitty first saw them the second night Harold was in San Francisco. She and James had dinner in Scottsdale and returned to his small house for an evening of pleasure. There, in the middle of the living room floor, bare-assed, were Clyde and Marcia, watching a video of a porno movie like an old married couple killing an hour or so before bedtime.

Kitty was embarrassed at first. She had never watched porno movies with perfect strangers while they sat totally nude. James just laughed.

"They're my friends," he explained. "They meet in Phoenix every few weeks and usually stop by here to see if there's any action."

"And there usually is!" said Marcia, who had the body and face of a television star. She had long, brown hair, three shades lighter than the triangular patch between her shapely legs. Her suntan was total, with no white lines anywhere.

Clyde was by comparison, several years older. Kitty assumed he had a very successful job to afford a beauty like Marcia. Then she glanced over the rest of his body and immediately changed her mind. Her eyes froze on the long limp cock between his legs. "See something you like?" Marcia asked with a smile.

Kitty was embarrassed. "I'm-I'm sorry. I guess I was staring."

"Don't apologize," Marcia laughed. "When you see something you want, go for it I say."

"I can't imagine any woman going for that," Kitty said, unable to take her eyes from the beauty of Clyde's cock.

"Don't forget, I'm a family man," Clyde laughed. "And I'm a close friend of the family." Marcia smiled, rubbing his long cock with her long, white fingers.

Kitty stared spell-bound as Marcia played with it. She started to say something, then stopped.

"No secrets here." Marcia smiled. "What's on your mind?"

"I was just wondering – do you share?" Kitty felt her inhibitions melt away.

"I prefer to trade," Marcia replied. With her free hand, she pawed at James' fly.

"You got yourself a deal!" Kitty grinned. She untied one string and dropped her loose-fitting dress to her feet. She wore nothing under it but a pair of high-heeled shoes.

Even Marcia was impressed by Kitty's ivory-like body. "Did you ever consider show business?"

Kitty smiled. "You make me feel like I'm on stage now."

"You are, honey," Clyde said, his eyes bugging at her full tits, then down her flat stomach.

"Easy," James cautioned. "Kitty hasn't been in our world long enough to know her way around yet."

"She needs an experienced guide," Clyde replied, picking her up and heading for one of the two bedrooms.

Kitty had always considered sex a private affair, but she found herself liking the openness. There was something free and honest about it. But it wasn't openness or freedom or honesty that interested her at the moment.

It was Clyde's gorgeous cock, which she couldn't wait to feel stuffed into her cunt.

He placed her gently on the bed, then lay beside her, on his back, and wafted.

"You should get acquainted with it first," he said.

She touched his cock, gingerly, as if expecting it to leap up and stroke her. His cock remained perfectly still. She leaned over it to examine his cock more cloudy, cupping his cock in the palms of both hands.

Kitty touched his cock with the tip of her tongue. "It's like velvet," she whispered.

"Not when it's hard."

"We'll see," Kitty said, taking the cock-head completely in her mouth and sucking gently. She fondled his balls with her fingers, then rubbed her forefinger around his asshole.

"Do you mind?" Clyde asked politely, turning his lanky body around on the bed to get a closer look at her pussy. His tongue darted out.

It felt like hot lightning struck between Kitty's legs. Her mouth opened wide. The enormous cock came alive and plunged deep into her throat.

The mixture of pleasure and surprise were so great she thought far a moment she had passed out. The next thing she felt was his tongue knifing quickly between the lips of her cunt, deep into her wet pussy, then the mouthful of cock crashing deeper into her mouth.

She thought she would gag one instant and scream with erotic delight the next.

"Don't try to take it all." Clyde said. "It can't be done."

Then his tongue, long and fast and slick, shot into her pussy, and her mouth opened wider, to take still more of that beautiful and growing cock. She drew back and looked at it standing tall and straight, no longer feeling like velvet, but like steel.

"I've got to have it!" she screamed. "I've got to!"

She straddled him, holding his prick between her legs, guiding it into her wet pussy. Slowly she eased her body down, feeling her cunt swell to accept him. Her pussy-juice ran down the shank of his cock, greasing the way.

"Not too fast," Clyde said. "Don't try to take it all at once."

"I want it!" Kitty screamed. "I want all of it! I want it now! Now!"

She struggled to get her cunt down, to slide the hard cock-pole fully inside her.

"It burns, Clyde!" she said, gritting her teeth. "I feel like you'll split me in two!"

"Easy," Clyde whispered. "Just take it slow and easy."

"No! I want it, Clyde! I don't give a damn if you do split me in two. I want it!"

She lunged down, breaking Clyde's restraining grip, her pussy sliding farther down the long cockpole. She screamed, then buried her face in his shoulder to muffle further screams.

Kitty didn't want anybody running to her rescue, to save her from the delicious pain this beautiful cock was causing. She wanted all of it, and she was determined to take it all, now.

She lunged again, screaming louder this time in spite of a mouth full of Clyde's shoulder that muffled much of the sound. The pain was unbearable, but the thrill, the wonderful pleasure, was not to be interrupted.