Richard Travis - Another suck wife

James looked at the silent Ethel as if he wanted to reach for her hand, his eyes filled with disappointment.

"I like to suck his cock," Kitty said, suddenly getting the picture. "What's it to you?"

Edith settled back in her chair, a hungry smile lighting her wide face. She pushed Ethel's head away from her thigh.

"Go talk to Uncle James," she said. "Mama's got some business with this lady."

Ethel crawled across the floor like a trained pet, curling up to next to James who put a protective arm around her, then touched his lips to her forehead.

"How about some cool wine?" he asked. "Wouldn't a glass of cool white wine taste nice?"

Ethel's eyes lit up as she nodded. James led her toward the kitchen.

"So you suck your husband's cock to put sonic life in him, and all it does is put him to sleep. Right?" Edith asked Kitty.

"He has a lot on his mind," Kitty replied defensively.

Edith laughed. "But he won't eat your pussy, even after you…"

"He thinks it's nasty."

"Eating pussy? Nasty?"

"That's what be thinks."

"Did he ever tell you that?" Edith asked.

"Not in so many words. I just know that's the way he feels."

"But he figures it's all right if you suck his cock?" Kitty felt herself being boxed into the losing corner of an argument she didn't want to pursue.

"I didn't come here to talk about my husband," she said.

Big Edith laughed again. She had a deep, confident laugh. The laugh of a person with power. "Of course you didn't. You came here to get laid, to suck somebody else's cock, to have your pussy eaten in return. Isn't that right?"

Kitty sat straight on the short footstool, spreading her legs. She wore no undergarments.

"Maybe. Let's have a sample," she said.

Big Edith frowned. "I don't crawl for a pussy!" Kitty smiled and started to rise. "Then I'm wasting my time here."

"Wait a minute, Kitty!"

Kitty spread her legs wider, pulling the dress high up her thighs, exposing the full patch of dark cunt-hair.

"Crawl!" she said.

Big Edith gritted her teeth, then leaned forward, frowning. "You're coming out of your cocoon a little too fast my friend, too fast for your own good, maybe."

"I'll decide what's for my own good," Kitty replied. "Do you want it or not?"

Big Edith stood.

"No, no!" Kitty smiled. "Crawl!" Big Edith paused, looking around the empty room, then bent down on all fours and crawled between Kitty's parted legs, her tongue dripping saliva as it touched the sweetness of fresh pussy.

"Good!" Kitty squealed. "My God, you're good!"

Edith's tongue went up and down, lapping at sweet juices, then plunged forward with the power of a snake striking.

Kitty fell to the floor, moaning with delight. Edith stayed with her, her face buried in wet cunt hair, her fat lips nibbling at moist pussy-lips, her tongue darting in and out, then up and down.

Kitty's head began to spin out of control. She tried to think of Harold's passive indifference, of James' endurance, of Clyde's long, beautiful cock.

Big Edith's magical tongue washed away all such thoughts, all former desires and passions. Edith's active tongue opened a whole new world, a world of color and joy, a sensuous world of lust.

Her tongue grew with Kitty's passion, touching places never touched before, penetrating areas never explored by man, or woman. It slid in easily, left its sting of glorious passion, then slid out, only to return to sting again, and again, filling Kitty with both desire and fulfillment, total satisfaction and a deep hunger for more, and still more.

Kitty came, then came again almost immediately. There was no let-down between orgasms. The third time she came, it seemed to last an eternity, then exploded into a mild unconsciousness.

Kitty was only faintly aware of being lifted in powerful arms, protective arms, of being carded to a bed and placed gently on pillows. Then she felt the magical tongue in her mouth, bringing with it the odor of pussy, the sweet odor of sweet pussy.

She opened her eyes just as a mass of pink cuntflesh, surrounded by dark ridges of hair, was gently lowered to her face. She smelled its exhilarating fragrance. Felt its moist warmth. She tasted its sweetness.

Kitty's tongue searched the moist caverns of pussy-flesh, as it finding a home. She ran her tongue faster until she heard Big Edith gasp, then cry with joy. She pushed her face into the mass of wet cuntmeat and ran her tongue faster and still faster.

Big Edith stiffened, then screamed like an animal in ecstasy, her high thighs grasping Kitty's head, refusing to release her.

Suddenly, the black darkness was gone. The soft pussy-flesh was gone. Kitty was on her back, looking at the ceiling, feeling full and content and totally spent.

There was a shrill scream from the adjoining room, followed by a wild shriek. The scream was masculine. The shriek was feminine, and in full control full of pleasure.

Then there was total silence.

"She gets too excited sometimes," Big Edith said, explaining the strange sounds from the adjoining room. "She takes everything a man has to offer, and still wants more. She has her own way of letting him know she wants more."

"How's that?" Kitty asked.

"She bites his balls."

The mental picture of it made Kitty laugh. "I'm glad I don't have balls!"

"You'd have to watch her anyhow. Once she bit into my left nipple until she damn near ripped it off."

"I can't imagine her wanting any more from a woman that you could give her."

Big Edith smiled. "Don't let her shy, little-girl ways fool you. Behind that tender, baby face lies a tigress who knows just what she wants, and she'll rip hell out of anybody who doesn't give it to her."

Kitty put her lips to Edith's large nipple and ran her tongue around it gingerly.

"I think I like you better, Edith," she whispered. "You're gentle."

"That's because you're all woman, Kitty. James is a man. Men like to have their balls chewed off every now and then."

There was another loud scream from James, more horrifying this time, followed by a shrill laugh from Ethel.

Kitty laughed. "He must be having the time of his life!"

Big Edith had a deep, husky, soft laugh. Kitty felt perfectly comfortable, and safe, nestled against her massive tits like a little girl.

Kitty wouldn't have paid any attention to the guy if he hadn't been in a late-model Buick. She might have noticed the way he stared at her. But she was accustomed to men staring at her. If it hadn't been for the car he was in, she would have thought he was just checking out the scenery while waiting for his wife, or girlfriend.

The expensive, new car made all the difference. James lived in a pick-up-truck neighborhood, with family cars that had dents and needed washing. The driver was not a native and his interest in Kitty wasn't the usual male eye looking for a shapely female ass to admire.

Kitty watched in her rear-view mirror as he pulled out behind her. She quickly turned off onto another neighborhood street and reduced her speed. In a matter of seconds she saw the Buick, a gleaming white, in her rear-view mirror again.

She stopped at a mini-market for gas. When she pulled out, the Buick was waiting.

She drove home, put her car in the garage and closed the door, then went inside. Five minutes later she opened the garage door and backed out, driving straight to the parking lot beside her husband's office building.

The white Buick was parked in the visitors' section, empty. The bastard! she thought.

Then she thought of James. He'd been right all along.

Even as she rowed through the spacious house she loved, touching or admiring the expensive furniture, the gleaming gadgets, she refused to worry about losing it all. Instead she began making plans to keep it.