At first she thought James was trying to teach her a lesson for having stood him up. He sent a substitute to work in the lawn the following week, without bothering to call and explain.
The substitute was a jolly man, easy to talk to and even though he didn't move as fast as James, he worked longer and was very thorough. He was also a grandfather, and the only thing of a personal nature he offered to show Kitty were pictures of his grandchildren.
She bought a vibrator. Better that than nothing. When Harold came home from the office, tired from an afternoon meeting that stretched to dark, she attacked him like a starved fox emerging from a forest fire.
Harold didn't resist, but be was even more passive than usual. She sucked his cock, then got on top and pound her pussy onto his cock until he closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.
Once again Kitty lay awake for hours – hurting until her trusty vibrator finally eased her fiery passion.
The following week James returned. "Are you pissed?" Kitty asked. "Why should I be pissed?"
"I had to leave. My husband…" James laughed. "I'm used to seeing the best-laid plans shattered by unpredictable husbands, or wives. That's why I decided long ago not to try marriage again."
"Then you aren't pissed?"
"Hell no!"
Kitty smiled, feeling relieved. "Care to come in for a glass of iced tea when you finish?"
James shook his head. "I'm afraid you might be a little naive, Kitty."
"I don't understand."
"Your husband. He suspects something."
"Why do you say that?"
"Why else would he decide to take you off to a motel just after seeing you talk to me in the back yard?"
Kitty laughed. "You've got it wrong, James, really. He doesn't think about anything but business. It's his entire life!"
"Don't make book on that, Kitty. You know your husband, but I know men in general."
"Then you won't come inside?"
"Nothing personal, Kitty. The idea of being shot by a jealous husband doesn't scare me, but I'd hate to have it happen in his own bed. No jury in the land would avenge my death."
Kitty grinned. "No problem. How about another bed?"
"I've got a couple of friends dropping by this afternoon. You're welcome to join us if you like."
Kitty grinned happily. "I'll be there!" She got busy finishing her housework, then taking a shower and selecting the right clothes, or lack of them, for an afternoon with James and his friends.
He had such interesting friends. She wondered if Clyde might be there. She had been sore a week after that night with Clyde, but it was worth it. God! What a wonderful cock?
It was as if her idle thoughts had willed it. Clyde phoned.
"My wife is visiting her mother on the coast," he said. "Interested?"
"What about Marcia?" Kitty asked.
Clyde laughed. "I saw her last week. She suggested you!"
Kitty could understand that. Marcia was probably still too sore to walk. She would be only too happy to have him call in some reserves.
"Not here," she said, remembering James' remarks about Harold's possible suspicions.
"Here then," Clyde replied. "You can drive up in a couple of hours, be back home in plenty of time for dinner."
The idea was terribly exciting, but the thought of driving all the way to Flagstaff for a rendezvous with a big cock made Kitty hesitate.
"I've installed a gadget in my bedroom that will interest you," Clyde said.
"What kind of gadget?"
"You'll have to see it. I designed it myself."
"You're being awfully mysterious."
"It's hard to explain over the phone. I got the idea watching them breed thoroughbred race horses. You'll love it!"
"Sounds interesting, but…"
"Think about it. I'll be expecting you tomorrow." He hung up before Kitty could reply. She was glad. She didn't want to accept without thinking about it. On the other hand, she didn't want to reject the invitation outright.
No woman in her right mind, or right body, would reject an invitation from a man like Clyde without good reason.
She put it out of her mind and drove to James' house.
The couple of friends James had mentioned turned out to be a couple of women.
"This is Ethel," James said, pointing to a slight, shy-looking young woman who looked like she might burst into tears if somebody screamed at her.
She had a pretty face, thin and void of much makeup. She looked pale, as if she needed both sleep and a shot of vitamins.
"And this is Big Edith," James continued. Big Edith was as large and robust as Ethel was thin and withdrawn. She wore jeans with a western belt and a cotton shirt that hugged her huge tits. She wore western boots and her hair looked like she'd brushed it with a hay rake.
Big Edith shook Kitty's hand like a longshoreman. "You really pick some lookers, James!" She smiled, looking Kitty over from top to bottom.
"I thought you'd be pleased," James said. Kitty sat down, slightly frightened, but also fascinated. There was something about the commanding presence of Big Edith that aroused her admiration, as well as a sensual desire.
The shy, shadow-like Ethel, rested her head on Edith's large thigh. Ethel patted her hair, gently, like an old man pats the head of his dog.
"Understand you've been trying to turn your husband on by blowing him," Edith said, matter-of-factly.
Kitty looked at James, who sat with an innocent smile. "I don't know who told you that!"
Edith looked at Kitty a moment, still patting Ethel's hair gently. She started to get out of the chair.
"Tell you what, James," she said. "She's got everything it takes, just like you said. Give her a few months more to join the world of the living, to get out of the strait-jacket she's in. Then call me."
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.