She started to shake, the intensity of her coming causing her to spasm uncontrollably. Ted rammed his cock again and again into her, finally just holding her face against him as he shot load after load of hot creamy sperm into her hungry mouth.
Sarah came hard and passed out.
When she came to, Ted was sitting in the chair. Sarah was lying on the floor, his issue drooling out from her nose and mouth. Her tongue licked at her lips, sucking in the tasty goodness. Her left nipple felt on fire, and she saw a small trickle of blood from where she had pinched herself. She wiped at it with her finger and licked it clean. Then, she put her fingers into her opening and masturbated to another orgasm. She flapped and flailed on the floor like a fish out of water, finally jerking to a stop. Her breathing slowed, and she was able to gain some control and composure. She stayed on the kitchen floor, looking up at her lover.
Ted was drinking some of her rose wine. She looked at him, opening her mouth. He tilted the glass so that some of the wine would fall into it. She greedily sucked it down, mixing the taste of his come, her own juice and the lovely wine into a heady mixture of raw passion. She swallowed it all, and licked her lips again, savoring the taste.
Sarah sat up, and Ted helped her to her feet. She sat on his lap, and they hugged and kissed for a while, as Ted massaged her lower back and suckled on her breasts. They made this gentle form of love for another moment, and then she stood.
“We really need to get going, or we’ll be late,” she said.
“Where is this again?” he asked.
“100 Ocean Drive. It’s that event that Kathy told us about, that she and Bruce ended up going to with Wendy last month?” she said.
“Oh, yeah. The orgy,” he said, with mock distaste.
She smacked his shoulder, saucily.
“Oh, you!” she said. “You never let me have any fun!” she cried out, feigning a hurtful tone.
In reality, Sarah had been intrigued by the idea of people who swapped partners or had multiple partners at one time. She had never been in any situation such as that and wasn’t really sure how she might react.
Ted had admitted to a gang-bang, and also a few ménages. Once, shortly after he and Betty had divorced, he and Marcy had secretly met and hired an escort. They were trying to see if they might reconcile their broken marriage, and Ted had kept an open mind.
They had met a few times, and even fucked. They both knew that they had made mistakes during their marriage. Betty was a big one, Ted knew. But Marcy also admitted maybe she had not been as mindful of his needs as she might have been.
Surprisingly, they remained friendly and even bedded each other once in a while. Brett often provided them with the excuse of having to stay in touch, but they still were winding down the residual love they had shared.
As the ménage was with another woman, Ted initially was all for it. It was every man’s dream, he supposed. Although, maybe not with his wife as one of the partners.
When the escort arrived, arrangements were made. She was gorgeous and clean. She smelled nice and was very relaxed and pleasant. Her name was Chelsea.
Chelsea asked if she could take the lead, and they agreed to that. She first blew Ted and let Marcy watch. When that was over, she went down on Marcy and let Marcy direct Ted. Marcy sucked on Ted while Chelsea ate her and had a fantastic orgasm, that coincided with Ted shooting his jism into her mouth.
Next, they made love, while Chelsea moved from Ted to Marcy, kissing, licking and massaging their intimate parts. She held Ted’s scrotum when he came again in Marcy’s hot wet pussy, and squeezed it hard. Ted shoved deeper into Marcy, and Marcy had an intense orgasm that made her cry.
Chelsea kissed away her tears while Ted had relaxed, drinking a martini, getting ready for the next round.
Finally, Chelsea let Ted and Marcy both go down on her at the same time. It was definitely a new experience for them both, and they laughed as they kept hitting their noses against each other. Marcy managed to figure out a solution, having Chelsea move into a position where Marcy could tongue her asshole while Ted would lick her labia and clit.
Marcy found the earthy taste immensely musky and sinful and stuck her tongue again and again into Chelsea’s anus. She greedily licked around the small puckered hole, as Ted licked up and into her mouth. When Chelsea came, she gushed all over Ted’s face. Marcy had licked them both clean.
They then all showered, smoked a couple of joints and relaxed until Chelsea left.
That night, Ted and Marcy made passionate love with a fervor that had not been there since their honeymoon. The next morning, Ted found he was not handling the emotions as he thought he might. He admitted he wasn’t really ready to see Marcy being intimate like that with the escort. It titillated and excited him, but also made him a bit sad. Perhaps he should have done this before they had divorced, and maybe they would have avoided the troubles that had occurred.
Still, it had been fun. Marcy had discovered a side of herself to which she had never been exposed. It made her realize that there were other options. Ted found the incident amusing after a time when he realized that Marcy spent much of her leisure time in the company of other women. Once, when he was dropping off Brett, he noticed that there were some rather large granny panties in the laundry that were obviously not Marcy’s. He asked her about it, and she confided she was in the midst of an affair with a married woman. Ted laughed and asked if her husband had joined in, apparently remembering their earlier adventure.
Marcy was a bit embarrassed to admit that it was only her and the other woman. Luckily, no children were involved. The husband was on deployment, and Marcy wasn’t sure what was going to happen when he returned from his latest mission.
“Do you love her, Marce?” asked Ted.
Marcy looked at him, her eyes tearing up.
“I don’t know, Ted,” she said. “I think I might.”
“Well, you’d best be careful, but you know that,” he said. “Just make sure you know what you’re getting into, Marcy,” he said.
Some months later, Ted was not surprised to find that Marcy and the woman had broken up. Apparently, the husband was not amused. He had forbidden his wife to speak to Marcy ever again.
Naturally, this woman came running straight over to Marcy’s house, where a huge scene had happened. Luckily, it was on a week where Ted had Brett. The women had finally called the Sheriff, who had escorted the husband off the premises.
The next week was an emotional roller-coaster for both women. It ended badly, with Marcy finally telling her love that she should go back to her husband. It was the best thing for both of them, she said.
The woman had gone back to her husband and swallowed a bottle of pills. When she was in the hospital, they received couples therapy, and both had agreed that Marcy was no longer in the picture.
Eventually, Marcy moved on, but she was a changed woman. She finally found another man to marry. Ted had met him and liked him since he and Brett got along well.
When Marcy remarried, she asked Ted to attend the wedding and give her away. He felt that it might be a bit odd, but she was sincere in her belief that he was still a very fine man. She told him it would be a real honor to her.
Ted agreed. It was a strange time, but it all went well. Even Brett had a wonderful time and didn’t worry about how odd it was that his father was giving away his mother to another man.
Sarah knew some of this, but her own life had been very busy with raising Kady. When she and Ted had met, it was as if a thunderbolt from Heaven had smashed away all her reservations about him. She would follow him anywhere and do anything that he wanted. She wasn’t a doormat, by any means. She was just so besotted with her love for him that she would literally die if he left her.
When Bruce and Kathy had mentioned that they were swingers, Sarah had asked Ted if he had ever had any experiences such as that. The ménage came up, and Ted explained just why it had occurred. He asked her if she wanted to do one, and she became thoughtf
ul.
Later, when Kathy had mentioned an upcoming ‘event’ at the mansion on Ocean Drive, they decided that maybe they could go take a peek, to satisfy Sarah’s curiosity. Arrangements were made and they were committed to finding out just how interesting things would turn out.
“I guess we had better call Brett from the car, Sarah,” said Ted. He was just getting out of the shower. He had told Sarah of Martin’s concerns.
Sarah was still drying her hair and lay back on the bed.
Ted eyed her, and said, “Aren’t you ready, yet?”
Slowly, Sarah pushed her long index finger into her opening, then took it out and licked it clean. Then, she repeated the process, this time spreading her legs wide, and slowly stroking her clit.
“Maybe you should have a tiny snack, first, lover,” she said.
Ted, never needing to be asked twice, dove in head first.
Chapter Eleven
“Brett, before you do anything, I need to tell you…” said Kady.
“That you love me,” Brett said. “I know. I love you, too. I have since I first saw you, all those years ago!” He grabbed her by the shoulders and hugged her to him. She put her hands around his waist and squeezed him tightly. Her legs went around his hips, and she ground her loins against his hardness.
“Oh, my! Oh, God!” she exclaimed. Kady wept small tears of joy at hearing her stepbrother admit his love for her.
She kissed his hot mouth, her tongue darting to and fro, like a hummingbird, tasting him. His breath warmed her face, and he sucked on her tongue, sliding his own in and out of her mouth.
Kady felt Brett’s hard muscles. His strong arms enfolded her in a protective embrace as he rubbed and squeezed her butt. She grabbed his penis through his pants, pushing it around under the denim. Brett groaned.
“I want to fuck you so bad, Sis,” he said. “But, I think we’d better wait a bit. I don’t think there’s enough time to do this right.”
“That’s okay, Brett,” she said. “We can still do this…” and she lifted her blouse off. Her perky tits were topped with pert, pink nipples rising from rosy areolas, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. Then she quickly skinned out of her skirt.
She leaned back on the leather seat, spreading her legs so that Brett could see everything. Her opening was pink and wet, and she moved her hands down to spread it apart for Brett’s perusal.
Kady’s pussy was shorn, with only a small bit of fluff at the top. Her clitoris stuck out like a small tongue from her lips. The moist, inner labia were tightly wound together in little balls. As she inserted a finger and moved it around, they spread out like the wings of a beautiful butterfly, dropping lightly from their perch between her outer lips. They swayed gently, as she massaged herself to a quick climax.
Brett didn’t need to be asked and pushed his mouth down onto her. His hot tongue entered her innermost cave, sucking and licking in and out as he swallowed her warm, spicy juices.
Kady moaned with outright pleasure as Brett’s furtive ministrations quickly brought her to another orgasm. She pushed against him, covering him with her wetness. He licked and swallowed as fast as he could, using his finger to gently probe her ass. He licked his pinky and then stuck it into her. She gasped, and sat down on it, as another orgasm rocketed through her. Kady’s body shook and spasmed as she rode the delicious wave of intensity to its conclusion.
Now thoroughly soaked, Brett moved to her breasts, suckling at each hard nipple. Kady reached down between her thighs, undoing his belt and shoving his jeans down past his hips. Then, she grabbed and stroked his massive cock.
“Fuck me! Brett! I’m begging you, fuck me!” she cried out.
Instead, Brett sat back, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He looked around and found a towel, magically at hand. This limo was something else, he thought.
He moved so that he was more comfortable, with his back against the rich leather. The seats were even heated, he marveled.
As he sat back, Kady pounced on his erect cock, trying to cram into her hot hole. She had almost inserted it when Brett slapped her across her cheek.
“Stop it!” he shouted. She held a hand up to her cheek, now getting a rosy color.
“Oh my god. Do that again,” she begged.
She started to grab at his manhood again, and he smacked her on the other cheek.
“Uhh!Uhg!Ohhhh….GOD!” Kady shouted, coming all over herself, and his lap. Kady shook as though she were having a seizure, rising up off of him, as he held her. She smashed her mouth against his, sucking on his tongue, grabbing his penis and tugging on it hard. As she bucked, she yelled, finally getting so aroused she jammed him into her mouth.
Brett gasped as his hard, massive was surrounded by her hot breath and sticky saliva. He could feel her dainty tongue working its way into the smiling mouth of his firm dick, licking around the cockhead, slathering his shaft with her spit. He thought his balls were going to detonate and blow her head clean off.
Kady, her senses overwhelmed by the scent of Brett’s musky pubic hairs and sweaty scrotum, gulped and gargled his massive manhood, sucking it as deep as she could. She was delirious with the realization that she was finally able to stuff his engorged cock into her hungry maw, filling it with his meaty staff. Her wildest fantasy, the primary motivation for all of her late night solo sessions, now was coming to full, tasty life!
Kady slurped and gobbled, sucking his entire length into her throat, gagging and pushing onward anyway. Huge gouts of saliva coated her throat and dripped down her chin and neck, covering her tits in the slick fluid.
Brett couldn’t resist her, and rubbed her spit all over her breasts and neck and face. He grabbed her by the head, smacking first her right cheek, then her left as she fellated him. Her eager moans as she ducked her head and bobbed on his cock turned into continuous sounds of pleasure as she came, again and again, with each firm slap. Her rosy cheeks stood in stark contrast to her fiery eyes.
“Yes! Please! ” she pleaded, as Brett slapped her.
Finally no longer able to contain herself, she grabbed Brett’s ass and rolled him over until he was above her. She pulled at him, forcing him to thrust into her mouth, pistoning into her eager throat like a jackhammer. She screamed his name, gurgling it out past his slick, hard cock as he rammed into her face.
Brett, fell on her, cramming the last millimeter of his fully engorged, come-filled, rock-hard dick so far into her it slid across the top of her mouth and locked tight into her throat as he shot a massive wad of semen into her.
Choking and sputtering, his load shooting out of her nostrils, Kady gagged and bucked beneath him, her own pussy quivering in mindless lust as wave after wave of orgasm ripped through her body. She felt her mind drift loose as if it had been severed from her body. As she screamed silently, she felt all sensation from her erotic zones centering in her heart.
As Brett withdrew his glistening rod from her throat and mouth, she could feel the stinging warmth on her cheeks. The last of Brett’s issue coated her forehead and cheekbones, as he lifted from her. Without conscious thought, she rubbed it into her face, licking her fingers as she massaged it deep into her skin.
Feeling as though it would burst, she screamed out to Brett.
“Oh, Brett! Oh, my God! I love you so much! My darling! Brett! Oh my God!”
They lay there, for quite some time, just enjoying the feel of each other. Brett gently kissed her cheeks, while she ran her fingers through his hair.
“I wonder if this thing has a shower and a change of clothes,” Brett finally said.
After a minute, a tray extended from either side of the cabin’s walls. On each tray were fresh clothes in the correct sizes for each of them.
“The hot tub is not a shower, but if you go through the back wall, you may find it suitably refreshing,” said the voice of the Driver.
The two young lovers stared at each other and then laughed.
They tur
ned towards the back of the limo, where a small door had slid aside. In another compartment, a hot tub whirred. A bottle of champagne was sitting in a stainless steel ice container. Beside it were two crystal goblets, each full of bubbly deliciousness.
“Welcome to the Ruling Class, Mr. Ghent,” said the Driver.
Chapter Twelve
They soaked in the hot tub at the rear of the fantastic limousine.
Kady, her head nestled in the space between Brett’s shoulder and neck, sighed. But soon, her longing for the taste of him overwhelmed them both.
She had managed to talk Brett into eating her out while she sucked his enormous throbbing cock in the hot tub. Once they had entered the water, she had immediately begun to stroke him. His long, thick dick had responded to her intent ministrations. He became aware that he was almost ready to come and warned her.
“Baby, if you keep on doing that,” he gasped at her,” I will definitely shoot a load all over the inside of this tub!”
“Go ahead, lover,” she said. “I want to swallow every drop of it!” Her eyes stared into his, and he looked at her face.
“Oh, fucking God!” he said.
Brett sat back as Kady masturbated him, and he was of two minds; on the one side, he felt a bit guilty, but the sheer sensory pleasure was just driving him out of his mind. On the other, he wanted to just completely surrender himself to the hedonistic pleasures to be had at the hands of his stepsister. He leaned back; focusing on how wonderful it felt as her dainty hands, her slender fingers, encompassed his hardened shaft, moving it up and down under the warm, soapy and bubbly water from the hot tub. She angled the tip into the jets, and the feeling was overwhelming. He remembered her smooth, slick lips sucking on him, the delicious sucking feeling as his engorged meat sliding smoothly into her hungry mouth.
The mental image sent him over the edge, his come shooting into the warm water. Kady grabbed him, lifting his pelvis upward, and pointing the dripping issue into her eager mouth. She gulped, and then sucked his oozing prick, licking with her tongue, along his smooth shaft, milking him with her frantic ministrations, and urging him on.
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