Richard Travis - Another suck wife

She reached down to find all of his cock hadn't gone in yet. She smiled, in spite of the pain, working her pussy up and down his greased cock-shaft, getting adjusted to what she had taken, getting ready to accept the rest of it – gratefully.

She felt two hands caress her tits, even as Clyde's hands held the cheeks of her ass, trying to hold her up, to keep her from taking it too quick. She felt soft lips on her neck, then on her mouth.

They were women's lips, soft and scented. She felt a woman's tongue touch her tongue, and opened her mouth eagerly. She was literally floating in a sea of sheer pleasure, with lips on her lips, that beautiful cock still not in her completely, and masculine hands massaging her tits, her ass.

No woman could ask for more. She closed her eyes and floated, hoping it would never end. Never.

"Easy, Kitty," James whispered from what sounded like a great distance. Then she felt his breath on her nipples and knew he was there, right there.

"You have to get used to a man like Clyde," Marcia whispered, running her tongue around the edge of Kitty's lips. "You can't take it all in this position. Not the first time."

"I love it," Kitty said. "I love all of it! I want all of it!"

She felt them begin to lift her body and immediately struggled to resist.

"No! No! You can't take his cock away! Not yet!"

"We won't take it away, Kitty," James whispered. His voice was calm and friendly. The sound of his voice calmed Kitty, until they began lifting her again.

As Clyde's hard cock began coming out of her eager cunt, Kitty doubled her struggle. They, held her arms and legs. Marcia kissed her eyes, her nose, her mouth, calming her somewhat with the touch of tongues.

"There's no stopping her," Marcia said. "I know the feeling. She has to prove something to herself, that she can take it all. She also wants it all, desperately. God, how I remember the feeling my first time."

"Then let's get her in position," James said. "You ready, Clyde?"

"My time."

Marcia and James flipped Kitty off Clyde and onto her knees with one quick movement. Marcia placed a pillow under Kitty's face, holding it down on the mattress.

Clyde got up on his knees, behind Kitty, as James spread her legs and the lips of her cunt, getting her positioned for Clyde to enter dog fashion.

"Hurry!" Kitty screamed. "Please hurry!"

Clyde accommodated by ramming his cock in, halfway, enough to put a satisfied smile on Kitty's worded face.

"Oh, that's good," Kitty whispered, closing her eyes once again and drifting into a sea of sexual bliss as Clyde began working his prick in, slowly, then gradually picking up speed. Little by little, he eased more into her hungry pussy.

"Marcia?" Kitty said. "Are you still there?"

"Yes, Kitty. I'm right here."

"It's so damn good, Marcia. I've never had anything like this!"

She felt James' hands once again massaging her tits, increasing her pleasure.

"Kiss me, Marcia," Kitty said, in a dream-like state of pleasure. "I want to taste your tongue. I want to suck your [missing text]."

Marcia kissed her, offering her tongue for Kitty's added pleasure.

Clyde continued moving in and out, her pussy taking his prick and giving fuck-juices in return.

"I think she's ready," he said.

"Easy," Marcia warned.

Clyde went in deeper.

"Ohhhh!" Kitty screamed painfully, her entire body stiffening.

"Want him to stop?" Marcia whispered.

"No! Don't stop? Oh my God, don't stop. I'm, I'm coming! I'm coming! I feel like I'll never stop coming! Don't stop! Don't stop!"

Clyde didn't. He lunged in to the hilt, then again. Flesh smacked flesh as the entire room emitted waves of sensual pleasure, physical fulfillment.

"James!" Marcia shrieked. "Get behind me! I can't stand this!"

James ran around the bed to kneel behind her, his cock throbbing from hearing Kitty's sounds of female passion and satisfaction. He rammed his cock in without preliminaries, and wasn't surprised to find Marcia wet and ready.

Marcia kissed Kitty again, then kissed her tit, then her mouth again.

James broke into a sweat trying to make up for lost time.

Clyde continued going in and out, slowly, but completely. His hands suddenly rasped the chocks of Kitty's ass as his cock throbbed toward climax.

"I'm coming again!" Kitty screamed. "It's wonderful!"

Kitty finished first, reaching such heights of ecstasy she felt totally out of this world – collapsing, falling into a peaceful, happy faint.

Clyde's come gushed into her pussy, then ran out the edges, dripping down her thigh.

Marcia did a quick flip, falling back on the floor and pulling James into her. They hardly missed a beat.

She grinned as she soared toward climax, at the same time feeling James' cock throb inside her, spraying his fuck-juices deep inside her.

"It's always so good here," Marcia said breathlessly. "Oh, James, it's always so damned good here, in this house. And there's always action."

Kitty met Harold's flight from San Francisco. He gave her a peck on the lips and hurried to the parking lot.

"Did you get the financial consulting contract?" she asked.

"It's in the bag!" He grinned proudly.

She knew better than to wait in the car while Harold tied up a few loose ends in the office. He rarely went to the office for a few minutes and got out in less than an hour. She would have roasted in that time sitting in the car.

Sarah Bennit, Harold's private secretary, web corned Kitty with her usual business-like smile.

"He shouldn't be long." Sarah smiled politely. "Can I get you something to drink?"

"No thank you," Kitty replied, admiring Sarah's trim figure and quick, efficient moves. She figured Sarah spent three nights a week working out to keep herself in such good condition.

"You must jog or swim to keep in such good shape," Kitty said.

"I swim laps most every night," Sarah replied.

"With your boyfriend?"

"No. By myself."

She's frigid, thought Kitty. A pity. She decided to make one last check, just to make sure.

"Doesn't your boyfriend like to swim?" she asked.

"My ex-boyfriend had another sport in mind. I sent him packing."

Frigid, thought Kitty. No doubt about it. As Sarah walked back into Harold's office, Kitty paid particular attention to her ass. Sarah had a lovely ass.

What a waste, thought Kitty.

She wondered what Clyde would think of an ass like that.

Harold finished in slightly less than an hour and they headed home, changing quickly into swimming suits for a dip before dinner. Kitty was careful not to get her hair wet.

Harold barbecued steaks and they ate outside, after his evening ritual of watching the news on TV.

After dinner, Kitty poured drinks and they sat on the patio in silence. The night air was warm, but not uncomfortably so.

"I feel like another dip before going to bed," she said, stripping down nude and casing into the water, careful to keep her hair dry.

Harold soon joined her and immediately began swimming lengths. His busy schedule didn't allow him a regular time for exercise, but he always managed to grab a few minutes here and there to swim lengths, jog a mile or so, or just rim in place in his office or a hotel room.

"Did you ever think of taking up golf?" Kitty asked, when he finished.

"I used to play every week," he reminded her. "Only with clients, when you were getting started. It wasn't playing, it was another form of work."

"I don't have time for golf any more," he said. "How about time for me," she replied, reaching between his legs in the water, caressing his limp prick, his balls.

Harold looked surprised. He was accustomed to being the aggressor when it came to sex.