"Chrissakes, Sarah, stop that! I'll wreck the car!" Ryan Carver gasped, struggling to keep his focus on the winding road ahead. Sarah Carver, his bride of three days, had reached over from the passenger seat to unzip his pants. She'd gotten his cock out and was stroking him to a full hard-on.
"I'm sorry," Sarah said. "It's just that I love your cock so much. And you haven't properly fucked me since the motel this morning."
"I have married a sex maniac."
"You, sir, have made me what I am today." She giggled and released his cock. "How long 'till we reach the ranch?"
"Fifteen minutes." Seeing Sarah's expression, Ryan added, "If you'll let me concentrate on my driving, I'll speed and we can be there in ten."
"I suppose." Sarah folded her arms and pretended to sulk. "Just don't get pulled over. Then I'll probably suck the cop off just to speed up the legal process." Ryan shot her a look. "Joking, dear."
Sarah truly was mad about her new husband, and almost as mad about fucking. To assuage her parents' concerns about her pulling up stakes and moving from her small Midwestern hometown after college, Sarah had solemnly promised them to be a good girl and to save herself for marriage. It was eye-rollingly old-fashioned, she knew, but Sarah had been the only child born to a middle school principal and a retired city policeman, and they were protective parents. She loved them both too much to break her word--however hasty and ill-considered the promise was.
Sarah had kept her promise. Technically.
It hadn't been easy. Every man and his brother in L.A. wanted to get into her pants. So did their fathers, and their sisters and their agents, etc. Small-town she might be, but she wasn't so modest that she didn't understand why.
Sarah was a natural blonde, with crystal-blue eyes set wide apart under hedgerow brows. At five feet, four inches tall and weighing just over one hundred pounds she was a slender nymph of a thing. She had long legs, narrow hips and her pert round breasts sat high on her rib cage.
And of course, every guy in the city opened with, "Would you be interested in modeling?"
But Sarah did not want to model, and definitely was not interested in drinks after work or a weekend in Malibu or any of the strings attached to such supposedly social companionship.
Sarah was a good girl.
Then, along came Ryan Carver.
She'd been temping in an architect's office where Ryan was lead designer on a project that everyone swore would revitalize the downtown area. She'd fallen head-over-heels for the tall, well-built guy with movie-star looks and, "Yes, Mr. Carver, I very much would like to have drinks with you. And dinner. Malibu? Very much yes." And, and, and...
Of course, between the after-hours drink and their "I Dos," Sarah and Ryan had done everything but fuck. Ryan swore that her first blowjob ever was the absolute best he'd had and made her believe him. And his dick was a beauty, nearly a foot long and thick as her wrist. Deep veins crisscrossed the pole, and the head was the size of a plum, round, and turned a deep, angry purple when he was turned on.
Sarah saw to it that Ryan was aroused as much of the time as she could. They spent most of their evenings with his face between her legs making her come while she licked and jacked his cock until he'd shoot off with incredible force.
Six weeks after their first date, they were married in a quick civil ceremony with a couple of Ryan's friends as witnesses. Sarah just couldn't wait any longer to get his cock up her pussy.
After three days of frantic, nonstop fucking, she was going to meet Ryan's family for the first time.
"We're actually already on the ranch, you know," Ryan said. "Have been for a while. The house is another twelve miles."
"Really? Wow, this is an amazing spread.
"Well, Dad likes his privacy."
"And how. Sweetheart, I love you like crazy but you are the most tight-lipped person I've ever known. If your friend Alice over in the contracts office hadn't let slip that your father is the Jake Carver, would you have told me before I met him and my jaw fell off?"
Ryan shrugged and smiled sheepishly. "Alice knows too much. Dad gave up the movies ten years ago. Says he didn't want to be one of those face-lifted action guys pretending to jump out of planes without a parachute, fighting off ten kung fu masters who were half his age."
"He's still a pretty big deal."
"...And, he'd probably whale hell out of me if I went around bragging about that stuff. He's a lot more modest than you'd expect."
"Noted. I'll try not to gush too much. But I warn you I may swoon."
"You'll probably have until tomorrow morning to brace yourself," Ryan chuckled. "Stepmom texted me that they're out riding for the day. Dad's really hands-on about the spread. He likes to check the fences and windmills. Lucy says they're pretty far out and will get back late."
The Carver family home was a huge Spanish-style villa by a river, surrounded by rolling lawns. Sarah saw a few groundskeepers but the house itself was quiet and seemed deserted. "There's a small household staff, but Dad--"
"Likes his privacy, yeah, I'm getting that."
"So, should we get changed and go for a dip in the pool, maybe?" Ryan teased, knowing exactly what was on his horny bride's mind. "Or you ready for lunch?"
"Let's take advantage of all this privacy and go fuck!"
With a laugh, Ryan led the way to an upstairs guest room where they wasted no time shedding their clothes. Seeing his cock spring to life made Sarah's mouth water with her hunger to have it in her mouth again. "You just stay there like that," she instructed him. "Lean on the bedpost and hang on for your life!"
"Yes, ma'am!"
She dropped to her knees inches from his cock and took the base in her hands, sucking the big knob into her hot mouth. The first time she'd done this for him, she'd been half afraid her lips would be permanently stretched out of shape. Daily practice had made an expert of her, and she looked forward every morning, noon, and evening to the next time she'd feel the blood rushing into his prick, making it grow even bigger.
Sarah's cunt drooled pussy juice as she sucked. She held the root of his cock in one hand while she sucked, fondling and rubbing his huge, hanging balls with the other. She bobbed her head back and forth, taking more and more of him every time.
"Suck me, baby!" Ryan encouraged her. "Take it all the way. Take my dick all the way down your wonderful throat."
He took her head in his hands and rocked his hips gently, wanting her to deep-throat him but giving her enough time to take his cock gradually, an inch at a time. It was still hard to believe that she'd never sucked a guy off until a few weeks ago. When it came to cock sucking, Ryan figured that Sarah must have God-given instinct. He thrust forward more powerfully with each stroke until he finally had pushed the entire length past her lips.
"Yeah, that's the way. That's the way to suck a cock. Keep the whole thing inside for just a moment. I won't let you choke. Just feel my hard prick moving all the way down your throat. Think about what it'll feel like spreading your pussy wide open when we fuck!"
When Ryan let go of her head, Sarah clamped her hands around his ass and hugged him close. The short stubble of his cock hair tickled her nose. She eased her mouth off of the base of his cock, loving the sensation of his cock-head sliding out of her throat and back down again. Then she worked her wet lips back along the entire length of his rod until all but the tip of his prick slid out. She bobbed forward again, and back, over and over while continuing to play with his balls. They were each the size of hen's eggs, bigger than any pictures of guys she'd ever seen online. They swelled and his ballsack tightened in her hand, signaling that he'd shoot at any moment.
"I'm gonna come!" Ryan groaned, breathing faster and faster. "You've had me so turned on all day, I'm gonna feed you the biggest load you've ever swallowed!"
Sarah pulled free of his rock-hard cock, aiming it into her mouth and rapidly whipping her small hand along its saliva-soaked stalk. She had to be able to look up into his eyes, to see the ecstasy on his face as he climaxed, and most of all she needed to taste his cum again. She jerked him off crazily as the first precious spurts shot onto her tongue. He came and came, and she milked his prick until she'd gotten every delicious drop of his jism.
Then, Sarah popped her new husband's cock back into her mouth, sucking up the come that had dribbled back along his cockshaft. She licked the last drops of come off of her fingers.
At moments like this, she wished she could live on semen.
"Dear God...Honey, I think you were just a cumslut waiting to happen."
Sarah nodded gleefully. "But I'm your cumslut. You're stuck with me."
"Lucky me. Get up on the bed and let me take care of you."
She perched on the edge of the quilted cover of the king-sized bed and spread her long slim legs apart. A few light wisps of hair fringed her little pussy; she was fair and her hair was so fine that not much had ever grown between her legs. At one time, that had made her feel not quite mature, somehow. But the way that Ryan reacted whenever she spread her legs for him made her feel womanly indeed. His cock was already twitching back to life as he knelt between her knees.
Ryan loved eating pussy as much as Sarah loved giving head. She knew that he'd be rampant and ready for a fuck within minutes.
He started by licking up her thighs from her knees to the edges of her pussy mound, first one leg and then the other. Then he separated her cunt lips with his fingers before leaning close and deeply inhaling her fragrance. He blew warm breath over her clit, making it jump out and throb for more attention. He gave that to her, tongue-tickling the stiff little button until she squirmed her ass so frantically on the edge of the bed that he had to take firm hold of her knees to hold her feet on the floor.
Sarah was on fire from head to toe. Ryan slowly lapped her pussy from her asshole back up to her clit. She felt her juices seeping and dripping down her ass crack onto the quilt.
"Ooooo....I need your cock, Ryan!" she begged, breaking free from his restraint and flailing her legs wildly in empty air. "I need you to put that giant prick up my pussy where it belongs!"
Sarah's insides ached for the special joy that she'd discovered came only from having Ryan's cock completely filling her cunt. But he was so absorbed in the pleasure that she knew he got from making a woman come with his mouth that he didn't even acknowledge her pleas. She supposed it would be unfair to stop him before he got his reward. For Sarah's pussy fairly fountained with juice when she climaxed, which Ryan drank like it was wine. So she did her best to hold on, gripping the quilt in both hands and writhing against his mouth until that familiar tingling started in her pussy and spread through her belly and ass and on over her whole slender young body with growing intensity until she wept blissfully. She let go, and her cum flowed past her pussy lips and into his mouth while he gulped and swallowed thirstily.
Ryan stood straight up between Sarah's legs. His huge cock rose up from his crotch as if he'd had no relief in days, instead of mere minutes. Sarah squealed and got up on all fours in the middle of the bed. She leaned forward on her elbows, tilting her ass up and wagging it before his eyes.
"Doggie me, Ryan! Come on, take me from behind," she panted. Getting into position behind her, Ryan poked his cockhead into her slit. "Oh, yes...yes, yes! I'm ready, honey. I'm so ready. I played with myself in the car all the way up here, dreaming about the moment you'd take me again, and after that pussy-eating I could take your whole arm up to the elbow and love it!"
Ryan doubted that, but fuck if his new wife's horny enthusiasm wasn't exciting as all hell. She was like this every time they fucked. From the first evening almost two months ago, when he'd first fingered her to a climax and then peeled those cute little yellow panties down her legs to spend most of the night eating her out and letting her jack him off, Sarah's deeply sexual nature had been obvious. She was an untapped natural resource of lust, and he'd looked forward impatiently to their first full fuck. But if he'd suspected what she'd turn into after he'd popped her cherry, he might have been intimidated. Well, maybe just a little bit.
Yet as passionate as she was, she was still a little slip of a young woman. Ryan's dick was big enough to scare away half the women he'd tried to make it with, and he feared hurting Sarah by taking her demands literally. So he teased her at the beginning, easing the crown of his prick into her little opening and moving it back and forth. Then, a couple of inches, using gentle short strokes. She moaned and bit her lower lip and rocked back against him, capturing another inch or two.
What was loving patience to Ryan was torturous suspense to Sarah. Didn't he know how much she needed cock. Didn't he care? She'd show him, if he ever did put that entire tree trunk of a dick in there she'd clamp down on it and he wouldn't get it back again until her agile sex canal had milked and sucked him dry!
After an eternity, he gave it all to her right up to his balls. Then he began fucking her in earnest, using ever-longer strokes until soon he was thrusting his full length in and out of her every time.
"Yessss!" Sarah moaned. "Dick me deep, baby. Oh! Grab my titties, twist my nips 'til I scream." She was awash in desire and feeling a hundred kinds of pleasure she'd never known before, and when Ryan reached up under her to massage her breasts with one hand while his other snaked down to finger her clit and drove still harder into her sex-hole, she never wanted the fuck to end.
But, like all wonderful things, it had to end. Ryan's powerful strokes suddenly became short and random in that way that meant he was about to come. "Go ahead, honey," she urged, "Blow your load. Empty your nuts in my womb."
Ryan came with a roar, firing long spurts of hot jism into her core. She yelped and humped along in rhythm, rippling her pussy muscles along his pulsing shaft and doing everything she could to heighten her darling's well-earned moments of pleasure.
They both collapsed on the bed, and with Ryan's cock still embedded in Sarah's pussy both succumbed to exhaustion and dozed off.
Ryan's buzzing phone woke Sarah after God knew how long. He rolled out of bed and retrieved it fast enough to read the displayed number, grimace, and answer. "Gotta take this, sorry," he apologized. "Hello, yeah? Hank? Look, what the--okay, what's so--Oh, Christ. You're shittin' me. For real? Goddamn it..."
"Ryan, baby, what's wrong?" He waved her off, and when she playfully reached for his flaccid cock, he gently moved her hand away.
"Sorry, honey, I really gotta--no, Hank, talking to Sarah. I am on my G-damned honeymoon. I--" he focused completely on what his team manager was saying, finally getting up and leaving the room to better concentrate. When he returned a few minutes later, his face was grim. "I have to drive back to L.A."
"Now?"
"This evening, I guess. Contractor fucked up the site survey. All the foundation for the north side of the complex needs to be respecced and redesigned. They need it yesterday."
"It's our honeymoon."
"I know, I know. If they trusted anyone else to do it quickly and get it right, I'd say No. I'm so sorry, baby. I'll make it up to you."
Sarah sighed. "I sure wanted to meet your dad and Lucy. But I know how important this is. We can come back..."
"Look, there's no point in you coming all the way back to the city. I'm going to be camped out at my desk for, oh, I dunno, probably the next two or three days."
Sarah grinned and wrinkled her nose. "I could camp out under your desk and suck you off occasionally," she joked. "Make the best of a bad situation. Keep your spirits up."
Ryan stared for a moment. He burst out laughing. "You are a keeper, aren't you? No, you stay here and meet the folks. Get to know 'em a little all on your own, right? My brother and his wife are flying in to meet you tomorrow, too, and I'll be back before you know it."
"It'll be weird meeting them all by myself. I'll feel awkward without you."
"Not at all. Keith and Monica are a great couple, and very easygoing. Same with Dad and Lucy. Everything's casual at the Carvers ranch. Always a party." He winked reassuringly. "They are all gonna fall in love with you, just like me."
"Just like you, huh?' Sarah's eyes twinkled mischievously. "Possibilities, there."
"Honey!"
"Joking. All right, then." She reached for her husband's half-stiff cock. "Amazing what a little catnap does for your recovery, isn't it? If we only have until seven, let's make some more lovely memories to tide us over."
Ryan chuckled, rolling his eyes in pretended dismay. "I have created a monster."
"I was born such, Sir Knight. You have but broken an ancient curse and freed me from my maidenly disguise. And now I'm gonna ravage your...countryside."
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When Sarah finally let her husband come up for air, they headed down to the house's capacious kitchen to find food already prepared and waiting. "Dad and Lucy have a live-in domestic couple on staff. And there's a maid, I think. Very discreet folks. They hire in for events, but I honestly can't remember the last time they entertained outsiders here. And Dad really doesn't like people waiting on him."
"That explains a lot. I figured elves must be doing delivery."
After they shared an early supper, a weary and regretful Ryan hit the road back to Los Angeles. Sarah went up to their room and tried to sleep. She hadn't slept without Ryan by her side for weeks, and she tossed and turned and reached for him in the middle of the night. She missed him even more when she awoke just after dawn, wanting a lazy morning fuck. Dejected, she threw on some panties and a light robe and went in search of breakfast.
Downstairs still seemed deserted, until she heard a woman's musical laughter from out in the sunny yard. Following the voice, she stepped out onto the tiles of the pool deck and met Ryan's folks in a way she wasn't prepared for.
Sarah would have recognized Jake Carver anywhere--the face familiar from dozens of action movies viewed on cable over the years, the steel-grey hair, the powerful bodybuilder's physique. He stretched out on a sun lounger by the pool, a cup of coffee in his hand. A much younger woman with long black hair was crouched on the marble tile by his side. That had to be his third wife, Lucy.
Lucy wore a tiny white thong bikini that left nothing to the imagination. Jake was stark naked. Lucy had both her hands wrapped around the base of his cock.
Sarah knew she should slip back inside and hope neither of them had seen her. But she stood rooted to the spot, staring in disbelief. Even only half-hard, Jake's dick was bigger than Ryan's.
Lucy noticed Sarah in the doorway. She snatched up a towel from the tile and tossed it across Jake's lap.
"Oh! I-I'm so sorry!" Sarah's face burned. She wanted to sink into the ground. "I had no idea--"
"Not a problem," Jake gave her an easy, unflustered smile. That smile. He glanced at his wife. "Is it a problem, Luce?"
"Sure isn't for me," Lucy giggled. The couple both stood, Blake casually wrapping and tying the towel around his waist. Lucy walked over to extend her hand to Sarah. "Lucy Carver. The big guy's Jake, of course. I'm so glad to finally meet you. Even after all the photos, I thought Ryan must be exaggerating how beautiful you are. Clearly not."
I--Thank you! I mean...Oh, my God, I'm sorry!"
"Stop with the apologizing." Lucy laughed again. "Although, you are so cute when you blush."
"It's no one's fault but our own that our habits around the house are so, what should I say, informal?" Jake soothed. "We get pretty damned careless out here. Come on, have something to eat. There's plenty."
According to Ryan, his father had met Lucy during a promotional tour for his last film. That had been three years ago, about a year after Ryan's mother had passed away. Lucy was a local publicist working for the studio's Bangkok distributor.
She was petite, a few inches shorter than Sarah, and even more lightly built than the young blonde. Her beautiful eyes were almost as black as her straight waist-length hair. But the features that most stood out about her were her boobs. Her surgery must have been the pride of one of the most gifted doctors in the Far East. She was at least a 34D, and on her they looked like double-Ds.
And Jake...Jake was as advertised on the big screen, all six foot three, two-hundred-plus pounds of muscle and toned, tanned flesh of him. When he captured Sarah in a bear hug, to her alarm she didn't just feel it as a warm, fatherly embrace. She felt it in her cunt. That cock that she'd glimpsed before was even harder now, pressing into her belly through the terry cloth towel, and she knew that her first impression had not been mistaken: Jake was better-hung than his stallion of a son.
"So, how you liking our little retreat from all the madness on the coast, so far?"
"It's gorgeous. So peaceful," Sarah's breathing had calmed and she began to find her footing again. "I'm sure you know Ryan well enough that you won't be surprised when I tell you that in no way did he prepare me for this, or for--for you two. Or how accomplished your whole family is. Ryan's a gifted architect, your other son, Keith, is a heart surgeon, and you--" She sensed that she was babbling. Jake gently interrupted her.
"You're very sweet. My sons are accomplished men. I'm an old surf bum who happened to be lifting in a weight cage on the right beach on the right day for a producer to see me and offer me a walk-on. And just bright enough that I could memorize a page of script and give a decent delivery."
"You're very modest."
"It's like they say about sincerity," Lucy quipped, "That once you can fake that, you've got it made." She leaned close to Sarah and stared intently into her eyes. "But what about you, hon? You come across as pretty shy yourself, but I figure you must be one sex-crazy gal to handle a stud like Ryan."
Unused to frank talk about sex other than with Ryan, Sarah almost choked on her croissant. Taking a quick gulp of juice, she managed to reply, "I'm not sure what you mean by that, exactly."
"Only that none of the Carver men have all that much to be modest about, do they? I met enough big stars in my career that I honestly got bored after a while when they'd come on to me. Jake was different. And I guess you got a little peek just now at what makes him special.
"Would you like a better look?"
The question stunned Sarah. Jake just smiled and looked away at the pool. "Dear, it's not fair to Sarah to put her on the spot like this."
"Nonsense. The poor thing has a right to know what she's getting into."
What was that supposed to mean--"What she's getting into?"
"Now, Jake, we may have startled her, but she did look intrigued when she caught us being naughty." Lucy turned back to Sarah. "I know you'd like a better look at Jake's big dick, so I'm just gonna show you."
Sarah wondered if she should call a time-out on the proceedings. But deep down, she wanted to see Ryan's father's cock again. If nothing else, to prove to herself that she hadn't hallucinated it.
Lucy pulled the towel off Jake's waist, exposing his long, thick cock. It was almost fully hard, now. It was the biggest cock that Sarah had ever seen, several inches longer than Ryan's and bigger around as well. The young newlywed gasped aloud and sank into a deck chair a few feet away from the couple. The crotch of her panties grew wet.
Mesmerized, Sarah watched Lucy lick her lips and kneel beside her husband again. "Nice one, huh?" she said merrily, taking his cock crown into her mouth for just a moment. "First time I got my lips around this monster, I was a goner. That's the kind of slut I am." Her eyes met Sarah's. "What kind of slut are you, dearie?"
Sarah had no answer to such a question.
Jake grunted as Lucy started sucking him in earnest, working on getting more and more of his still-growing cock into her mouth. When she had him hard as a baseball bat, she released him again.
Jake's upthrust, spit-polished cock was the most thrilling thing that Sarah had ever seen.
"Would you like to help?"
Sarah hesitated only half a beat before nodding mutely and getting down on the deck by Jake's hips, across from Lucy. She took hold of Jake's prick and bent it slightly toward her, experimentally licking the rim of the swollen knob. Her pussy sizzled at the masculine flavor. She stopped long enough to shrug out of her robe and toss it away.
Now Sarah was naked except for her tiny, sky-blue lace panties. She leaned over Jake's lap, opened her jaw as wide as she could, and sucked the plum-sized head of his cock into her mouth. Meanwhile, Lucy started tonguing and sucking her husband's balls.
"That's it, ladies," Jake said huskily. "Luce, look at Sarah go, she took the whole damn head, first time, no trouble at all." He stroked Sarah's hair lovingly as she swallowed more inches of his prick. "Young lady, you got real cocksucking talent. It's a pleasure to welcome you to the family."
Sarah's pussy spasmed crazily. She was sucking off her new father-in-law, a man she'd met only ten minutes ago! And it was so exciting, his cock was so delicious that she couldn't believe it. She felt a little guilty, of course, and she knew that she could never tell Ryan.
For Ryan to find out that his new bride had spent their first morning apart as man and wife sucking off his father was a thing that her husband would never forgive.
But right now? The taste of another man's pre-cum leaking onto her tongue awakened something new in Sarah, something she'd never suspected about herself. Lucy had playfully asked her, "What kind of slut are you?" Sarah didn't know the answer, yet, but she was learning fast.
"Get your tits out," Jake directed Lucy, suddenly assertive. "We spent a small fortune on those babies, I like to see 'em when we fuck."
"Yes, sir," Lucy cooed. The dynamic between husband and wife had shifted subtly in a way that intrigued Sarah. All at once, the outgoing, provocative Lucy assumed the meeker role while Jake took command. Sarah was reminded of the way that she'd found herself telling Ryan what to do for her during sex. She'd never been naïve to Ryan's likely history and experience as a swordsman with the women in his world, yet since losing her virginity she'd swiftly demonstrated the ability to dominate him in the bedroom.
Lucy untied and discarded her string bikini. Her great round titties swung free, firm and high and perfectly shaped, like a 50s centerfold girl's. She had small, dark brown nipples that were already hard as pebbles. "They pretty much stay that way, lately," she said, cupping her tits and holding them out for Sarah's inspection. She ran her thumbs lightly over her nipples. "It's because I'm horny all the time."
Sarah could believe that. There was unmistakable pride in Lucy's voice when she called herself a slut, and so far this morning she seemed determined to earn the label. But then, Sarah reflected, who was she to judge? At least Lucy was fucking her own husband, not her husband's father with his wife looking on.
"Let me help you out of that wet thing," Lucy said, getting down behind Sarah and hooking her fingers into the elastic of the young blonde's panties. "Oh, what a darling little pussy," she whispered, brushing a fingertip over Sarah's pussy mound a few inches from her slit. "Ryan must love eating you out. Your girlfriends, too?"
Sarah shivered at Lucy's knowing touch. "Only Ryan," she mumbled around Jake's cock.
"Never been licked by a woman?" Lucy sounded incredulous. "You're long overdue. Trust me, we start out knowing things about pleasing each other that we have to teach apes like this one." She lightly slapped her husband's muscular thigh. "You mind if I..."
"Do it," Sarah moaned. She was on fire now. She'd go along with whatever this couple wanted. Almost anything. She wouldn't let Jake put his cock in her pussy. That, she promised herself, would always be for Ryan alone.
"This is going to be so hot," Lucy said. She got onto her hands and knees behind Sarah and eased her warm tongue into Sarah's cunt slit. Sarah squealed and sucked harder on Jake's cock.
"Sarah's loving this," Jake growled, running a hand through his new daughter-in-law's flowing blond hair. "You should see her face right now. And what she's doing to my cock is fantastic. How long you been giving blowjobs, honey? I got the idea from Ryan's letters that you're brand new to all this."
Just how much detail had Ryan gone into with his folks, about Sarah and their sex life? Sarah couldn't ask, so intent was she on getting Jake's whole cock into her mouth. He was at least two or three inches longer than Ryan, and his girth stretched out her throat even more than her husband's.
"You did it!" Jake exclaimed as she slowly swallowed the last inches of his prick. "You got it all! Even Lucy didn't manage that, the first time. Probably a good thing you've been working out on Ryan, huh? Getting you ready for dear ol' Dad's dick."
Sarah moaned with pleasure at having her throat completely stuffed with cock while Lucy sucked her cunt. The combination was hotter than anything she'd ever felt. The first tremblings of orgasm radiated through her. She bobbed her head slowly up and down Jake's massive prick, hoping to make him shoot at the same time that she came. But that was not to be. Her climax tore through her without warning. She lifted her mouth off of Jake's cock, panting for breath.
"I need it, now!" Lucy yelped. She pulled her tongue from Sarah's snatch and leaped to her feet. "I need my husband's big cock in my little pussy!"
Lucy straddled Jake, facing Sarah. Feet flat on the deck, she braced her hands on the arms of the lounger and lowered her pussy toward her husband's wet, gleaming cock. Sarah took hold of Jake's cock with both hands and aimed it at Lucy's pink opening. Lucy eased herself onto the massive prick. She wiggled her hips, working the tip up inside her.
Sarah had a perfect view of Jake's cock piercing his wife's hungry pussy. Lucy's cunt was so tiny that it was amazing to see her stretch to accommodate him, her dark pussy lips clinging tightly to his spit-slickened rod as she carefully descended. Her eyes grew wider with every new inch and her full, sensual mouth contracted into an "O" of surprise.
"Every...time...is like the first time," she grunted. "It's unbelievable."
Sarah couldn't help herself. She had to join in on this fuck, somehow. She leaned forward, kissing Lucy's stiff, protruding clit.
"Oh, yes!" Lucy exclaimed. "Suck my clitty. Show me how you love a girl."
"I've never done this, before," Sarah confessed.
"From the way her cunt's clamping down on my dick, I'd say you're doing it just right," Jake chuckled. Just get your tongue in there, lick her around her mound and pussy lips, and then give a little nip on her clit with your teeth. Real gentle."
Sarah followed instructions. Lucy responded with moans and sighs of joy, gyrating her hips as she raised and lowered herself on her husband's towering shaft. Sarah improvised by lapping her tongue on Jake's cock as well as Lucy's cunt, following the raven-haired beauty upward and licking all her pussy cream off the underside of his prick.
"Cumming!" Lucy screamed. "Uh...yes...so...fucking...GOOD!" She bucked wildly and rode Jake faster as she climaxed.
Sarah kissed Jake's balls and all around the base of his shaft, trying to push him over the edge to give his wife a big load of cum right up her hot hole. The young blonde was eager to see how such a big cock looked and felt against her lips as it pumped and shot off.
But to her surprise, Jake didn't come. He simply slowed and stopped rocking his hips. His prick remained hard, buried inside Lucy as she sagged back against his chest to rest and catch her breath.
"He's a stubborn one," Lucy said. "He doesn't get off until he's good and ready, and sometimes that can be hours. You have to love a guy with that kind of cock control."
Lucy wiped the sweat from her eyes. She swung her leg over Jake to dismount and held out her hand to Sarah. Smiling brightly, she said:
"Your turn, now.""I can't," Sarah blurted out in disbelief. "I-I'm married. Ryan would never forgive me."
"Nonsense. It's not like you're fucking some guy you picked up in a bar, girl. We're family."
Her words made a weird sense to Sarah. It sounded so logical, coming from Lucy in her matter-of-fact way. But...No! It was a crazy idea.
It wouldn't be the first crazy thing that Sarah had done this morning, she reminded herself. But it would be wrong to fuck another man after less than a week of marriage. At least, not without asking Ryan first.
But she couldn't tear her eyes away from her father-in-law's enormous cock. It jutted up from his crotch, shining in the morning light with his wife's pussy juice. His huge dangling balls were still full of cum. Beckoning her.
"This is moving way too fast for me," she said. "I need to call Ryan. I haven't talked to him all morning." She felt a stab of guilt as she realized that. "He'll be worried."
"Let's just not think too much about Ryan for a little while," Lucy said. "He'll be back with us before you know it." She placed Sarah's small hand on Jake's cock. Sarah's fingers couldn't reach all the way around the stony pillar of flesh. "You'll never forgive yourself if you pass up this opportunity."
The image of this Goliath of a cock disappearing up between the small Asian woman's stretched pussy lips was fresh in Sarah's mind, as was the memory of her face, contorted in an expression of pure ecstasy such as Sarah had ever seen before.
Lucy was right, damn her. Curiosity was killing Sarah and, more than that, an empty yearning that was still new to her. A primal need for cock.
Jake watched Sarah wrestle with herself, a silent smile on his lips. Ryan was not here to give her what she need. His father was.
"I'll feel guilty tomorrow," she muttered. Jake stood up and took her hand, giving her his place on the lounger. She lay back on the soft cushions, letting him drink in her nakedness. She parted her legs to show him her wet, pink pussy and arched her back to accentuate her rose-nippled tits. Sarah was afraid that what she offered must seem meager compared to Lucy.
Jake let out a low whistle. "You are one fine doll," he said huskily. "Ryan did real well for himself." His prick throbbed and rose a little higher. "I've got to get a taste of that."
He got down between her legs and his tongue went straight to her pussy, licking her from her ass crack to the top of her slit. Jake could be as modest as he pleased, but he wasn't a guy who got by just on good looks alone. He sucked her pussy with skill honed by experience and practice. Her hips twitched automatically in rhythm with the feathery flicks of his tongue on her clit.
Sarah whimpered and twined her fingers in his short, curly hair. She looked down to see those hard, chiseled features and blue eyes, that famous face between her thighs, and she came suddenly. He slurped up her cunt cream and continued licking her until she came again, and then a third time.
"Enough," she gasped. "I need you to fuck me. Now..."
"Sure you're ready, Sarah?" Lucy chuckled softly.
"Yes! Please, don't make me wait any more."
A few minutes ago, Sarah had promised herself that no other man but her darling husband would have her cunt. Now she lay beneath her father-in-law, panting and begging for his dick. Lucy guided the huge rod to Sarah's pussy mouth, stroking the head across her clit and then running it up and down her hole, smearing it with juice. Sarah licked her parched lips. She bucked her hips toward Jake, silently praying for Lucy to put his cock into her cunt.
"Now, you're ready," Lucy said. "Jake's gonna split that pretty pussy wide open and you're gonna love it."
Jake's fat cockhead spread Sarah's pussy lips and his thick prick entered her. She opened her legs wider to ease his penetration. She'd struggled to accommodate Ryan's big dick the first few times they'd fucked, and now his father's hard, hot fuck-pole stretched her insides even more. She wriggled her hips and humped up and down, trying to help Jake find the best angle to drive all the way in.
Lucy lifted and supported her new daughter-in-law's head so that Sarah could watch inch after inch of Jake's prick disappear inside her. "See how his cock looks, spreading your pussy lips apart and sliding into your hole?" she whispered. "Isn't it beautiful?"
Sarah nodded weakly. "Beautiful," she gasped. "But--it's too big! I can't take a dick that big!" Even as she spoke the words, she humped up to take another two inches of Jake's massive meat into her cunt.
"Sure you can, doll," Jake said. "Before we're through, you'll do things you never dreamed you could do. Play with her tits, Luce. Get her so hot she opens all the way up."
Lucy cupped one of Sarah's tits in each hand, running her fingers around the edges of the blonde's flat pink areolae until her nipples stood up like soldiers. She tweaked the little nubbins between her fingers, sending electric shocks of pleasure from Sarah's tits straight to her pussy. Sarah moaned and her cunt responded by relaxing to take another few inches of prick.
"Ohhh...Fuck me," she begged. "Keep...pushing 'til you get that whole damn thing in me. I don't care if it tears me apart. I need to have your cock!"
"That's the spirit," Lucy encouraged her. "You'll never be the same, after this. I've seen it with other women Jake's fucked. And me, I was an experienced cock-slut long before I met him. I was sure that I knew all about fucking. I was so wrong."
"I-I don't know..." Sarah panicked. "Ryan..."
"Don't worry about your husband. He benefits, too. The experience will make you a better fuck for him. You'll be a new woman, way faster to heat up and totally without shame." Lucy ran her pink tongue around Sarah's softly parted lips. "But either way, there's no going back from this."
Lucy's words barely registered in Sarah's mind, so delirious was she with desire. When Jake managed to get half of his dick into her, she soared rapidly toward yet another climax.
And when Lucy bent forward and sucked one of Sarah's nipples into her mouth, biting gently, Sarah exploded. "Coming!" she shrieked. "Oh no...oh Jesus I'm coming again! Don't stop!"
Jake reared back and drove all the way forward, finally burying his entire cock into his daughter-in-law's fuck-hole. He started making full, long thrusts into her. She could his big cock knob moving up and down her wildly spasming sex channel. He fucked harder, and faster, taking her from one orgasm to another every few seconds. Her mind shut down as her pussy itself took over, responding automatically, cunt muscles contracting and relaxing rhythmically to the hot shaft of flesh pounding in and out of her.
"Atta girl," Jake grunted. "Man the way your pussy's squeezing my dick feels great. You've sure learned a hell of a lot about fucking in just a few days, ain't you? And we're gonna teach you a whole lot more."
He pulled all the way out of her. Sarah sucked in her breath, aching and empty and needing his dick to fill her again. When he plunged forward until his balls smacked her pussy mound, she screamed in orgasm.
She wanted Jake to come, too. He could squirt his jism up her cunt or let her drink it, she didn't care as long as he got off along with her.
Lucy let go of Sarah's nipple and moved around to kneel at her husband's side. She cradled his balls in one hand. "Ummm, you're right at the edge, aren't you, darling? That's good, that's fine, only pull out of her pussy and let me jack you off. I wanna see you shoot spunk all over sweet Sarah's little body."
"No! Inside me!" Sarah mewled. It was too late. Jake did as his wife directed, pulling his cock out of his daughter-in-law's pussy and sitting back on his haunches between her open legs. Her hand flew to her needy pussy, finger-fucking herself and watching helplessly as Lucy got her tiny hand halfway around Jake's dripping cock stalk and whipped it rapidly up and down the length of his prick. Jake groaned deep in his chest, and Sarah saw his balls swell, pull up, and then the throbbing of the big cum-tube on the underside of his cock.
The first shot of jism arced high and long, splashing hotly on the side of Sarah's face. Lucy squealed gleefully at the sight. She pressed her body into her husband's side, one hand still reaching down between his legs from behind to fondle and squeeze Jake's balls like she was squeezing toothpaste from a tube. Her other hand flew along his fuck-rod, slim fingers playing against his sensitive flesh to maximize his pleasure.
A second thick wad of cum splattered on Sarah's upper lip. She flicked her tongue out to lick it up and swallow it down.
Lucy aimed Jake's cock lower. Sarah moved her hand in time for his next shot to hit her right on her stiff clit, triggering another mind-numbing orgasm.
"I love this, darling!" Lucy rasped. "I always love to watch you unload your balls on a new babe." She directed Jake's big hose still lower, painting Sarah's pussy lips with cum. "Look at her eyes. She can't believe how much you're pumping."
It was true. Cum sprayed out of Jake's prick with tremendous power. Shot after shot rained onto Sarah's tits and tummy, dripping down her sides and onto the chair cushions.
As Sarah recovered her wits, she heard a rapid series of clicks. Lucy stood over the spent couple, taking snapshots with her phone.
"Relax, dearie. A few mementos for the family album, is all," she said. Tossing her phone onto a deck chair, she climbed on top of Sarah. "Now...this is what I've been waiting for."
Lucy licked jism off of Sarah's tits, carefully getting up all of the warm white fluid. She worked her way down her daughter-in-law's slim body, sucking up the jism that had pooled in Sarah's navel, and ending up between her legs where she treated the young blonde to another pussy licking as she devoured the last of Jake's cream. When she'd gotten all there was, she sat back and licked her lips.
"So good. But even Jake's isn't enough to live on. You hungry?"
"Ravenous," Sarah said dizzily. She was trying to process what had just happened. What she had done. Lucy's matter-of-fact attitude made it all seem normal and okay, somehow. Sarah tried to follow her lead. "Any...any more pastries?"
"I think we all need more than breakfast," Lucy said wryly. "Let's clean up and find some lunch. Then you'll get the grand tour. Or as much as we can cover in one afternoon."
As the intoxicating high of their incredible bout of fucking began to wear off, the full meaning of what she'd done began to weigh on Sarah. Four days ago she'd been a virgin bride. This morning, in her husband's first absence, she'd had a threesome with his father and stepmother.
"I should call Ryan," she said quietly, and headed back upstairs to find her phone. She unplugged it and checked messages. Nothing from Ryan. She thought of how hard he must be working to finish up and get back here to her, remembering the times she'd seen him plunge into his work so intensely that he would forget to eat. A pang of guilt clutched at her heart.
Sarah dressed and stuffed her phone in her pocket. It wouldn't be fair to interrupt her husband's concentration right now. She'd call later.
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"Chin up, old man," Hank startled Ryan with a clap on his shoulder. "Take five, why don't you?"
Ryan looked up from his monitor. He'd been so engrossed in work that he hadn't heard his project's team manager enter his office. "I need to get this done and get out of town. I'm on my honeymoon, dude."
"Yeah, and the partners aren't going to forget this, either. I won't let them," Hank assured him. "Above and beyond. You're the firm hero. Me too, of course, for tracking you down and luring you back in our moment of greatest need. But if only one of us makes partner this year, it'll be you."
"Promises." Ryan gulped down four-hour-old cold coffee with a grimace. "Sarah's up there all alone with my dad and stepmother, and she's never met either of them. She's so damn shy, I'm afraid she'll be scared out of her wits. Either that or, knowing Lucy, it's going to get real complicated real fast."
"Complicated? How so?"
"Never you mind." Ryan fought against a rising sense of dread. "Let me get back to work so I can get out of here."
"Be that way. Look, it's in the hands of the accountants at this point, whether we have to rebid or not. There's not really anything more for us to do but wait. You can recheck those tables for the millionth time, or we can go up and see if food service is open yet."
"What's your hurry, gentlemen?" The husky contralto belonged to the firm's chief contracts officer, Alice Waters, who had appeared in the doorway of Ryan's office with a tablet in her hand.
Alice was a tall, willowy black woman whose carriage and sense of style bespoke an earlier career as an editorial model for several West Coast fashion magazines. Ryan guessed she was about forty, but she wasn't telling and he was never sure--this, despite having had more than one opportunity to closely examine her naked body during long fucking sessions, once upon a time. But that was all before Sarah. Before he'd been smitten and promised to forsake and forswear all others.
"I bear news from the foundation subcontractor regarding new costs," Alice said, her face unreadable. Ryan's heart sank.
How much worse could this get?
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After an early lunch, Lucy and Jake took Sarah in for a short tour of the nearer reaches of the ranch in their jeep. Lucy wanted to show off the stables, where they bred dressage horses. They were breathtaking creatures, but Sarah declined Jake's offer to saddle one up and let her ride. The horses were well-mannered, yet seemed somehow almost wild compared to the draft horses that she'd grown up around and ridden back home in Iowa. The stallions frightened her a little.
Also, she was too sore between her legs to straddle a big four-legged beast just yet.
When they returned to the house there was a white rental sedan parked in the circular driveway.
"Oh, look, Sarah--Keith and Monica are here!" Lucy exclaimed. She stood up in her seat and waved her arms at them. "You guys! Come meet the blushing bride."
And Sarah was indeed blushing at the prospect of meeting more of Ryan's kin in his absence. Especially with what was going on now between her and Lucy and Jake. Never naturally at ease with new people, she was bound to say or do something to give the game away and embarrass them all.
She needn't have worried. A gregarious, easygoing streak seemed to run through the Carver gene pool. Keith and Monica embraced and welcomed her warmly, and put her at ease in a few minutes. Too much at ease, she feared, when she ought to have her guard up.
Keith had the family good looks as well. He was tall and broad-shouldered like Jake and Ryan. He was a different kind of handsome than either of them, though, dark and slim and dapper. Keith was the child of Jake's early first marriage, a relationship that had ended in divorce after two or three years.
Monica was a surprise. She appeared to be in her early forties, about ten years older than Keith. She was a redhead with wide hazel eyes, ample hips, great big tits, and an easy laugh. She and Lucy were already great friends and, in no time at all, made Sarah feel like they'd known each other for years as well.
"I am parched," Monica announced. "Eight hours from Fairbanks and then another two in the car with nothing stronger than bottled water. Let us go unpack, and when we come downstairs there damn well better be cocktails."
"Live to serve you, sweet cheeks." Jake grinned.
"Start Drinking Early, that's my mantra," Monica chuckled. "And Big Jake's attitude's why I love this clan. It's a reason. Not the biggest. Not by a longshot." Did she look pointedly at Jake when she said it or did Sarah imagine that?
When the couple returned after unpacking in a guest bedroom, Monica had changed from road attire to a pair of khaki daisy dukes and white tube top, sauntering over to the bar with utter confidence in four-inch leopard print stiletto heels. Her big nipples showed darkly through her top. She moved like a stripper, always aware of her posture and what she was putting on display.
The redhead poured herself a margarita, drained her glass at one gulp, poured herself another, and sat down next to Sarah. "How far behind you am I, kiddo?"
"I'm just, um, drinking Coke," Sarah said. "I'm not used to this." Monica moved closer and peered at her quizzically.
"You are a shy bride, aren't you?" she asked, smirking. "I sure didn't expect that. Not after seeing the horny little tramp in those pictures."
Sarah stared dumbly at her for a moment, then turned to Lucy. "Pictures?"
"Pictures." Monica held out her phone to Sarah to show her Lucy's text. "This one's my favorite."
It was a shot snapped from above and behind Jake. Sarah was clearly coming hard, her eyes rolled up under her lids, mouth gaping and tongue lolling. She was digging her fingernails into his back, with her long legs wrapped around his back. Jake's mighty cock was visible at the bottom of the image. He was just pulling out of her cum-glazed pussy slit, poised to drive back in.
And there were many more. Mortified, Sarah swiped through half a dozen shots of her with Jake, on her back or on her knees with his cock in her mouth.
"Lucy!" Sarah cried. "How could you--"
"Like I said, family photos." Lucy smiled and shrugged. "Monica and Keith are family."
Monica patted Sarah's arm reassuringly. "And now, so are you," she murmured, taking Sarah's chin in her hand and lightly kissing her on the lips. A shiver of excitement coursed through Sarah.
"I guess Lucy was just in a hurry for us to get up here. Didn't want me stopping the car along the road to enjoy the countryside," Keith said cheerfully. He sat down next to Sarah across from his wife and slid one arm around her.
"I don't want you to be uncomfortable," Monica said. "We've all seen yours, as they say, so I should show you mine."
The busty redhead stepped to the middle of the room. She pulled her top up over her head and dropped it on the carpet. Her tremendous tits were much bigger than Lucy's, all-natural, and yet seemed to defy age and gravity. She slowly, teasingly shimmied her shorts down her full thighs and over her trim ankles, stepped out, and kicked them away. She wore no underwear. Except for the fiery mane of long coppery curls tumbling down below her shoulders, she was as totally hairless as Lucy.
"Ah, freedom," Monica sighed. She arched her back sensuously, spun and posing like a stripper for her audience. "I love the climate here. I hate wearing clothes. I think I always did. Even before this big stud woke me up to my own true nature." She winked at Keith.
To see the gorgeous older woman strutting proudly naked before the group set off a new wave of sexual desire in Sarah. Sensing it, Keith hugged her closer. "You'd be more comfortable without all of this stuff on, don't you agree?" he said, reaching up the back of her tee-shirt to expertly pop the closure of her light bra. His other hand slid up her front to slide the bra away and then to cup one of her small, pert tits.
Sarah gazed into Keith's eyes and found reassurance there. He was like so Ryan, yet so different. Keith had a worldly confidence about him. She felt safe in his arms. When he moved with practiced economy to undress her, she helped him by rolling onto her back and extending her legs for him to pull her jeans off. He stood up and appraised her nude body.
"We could tell from the photos that you were hot," he said coolly. "Seeing you in the flesh is a different thing. Beautiful tits, and such a trim little pussy. I look forward to sucking you all over." He stripped quickly and rejoined her on the couch. He had the smooth, muscular physique of a swimmer, the kind of body that had always turned Sarah on.
And his cock! Keith's prick jutted out before him, fully erect. It was about as long as Ryan's--but the head was oversized, bigger than either Ryan or his father's, about the size of a small lemon. Nuts the size of apples swung between his legs in his smooth-shaven ballsack.
"Oh, no," Sarah breathed, imagining what that cock-knob could make her feel as it burrowed into her little sex channel.
"You're not disappointed, are you?" Keith said with a concerned expression. Sarah shook her head vigorously.
"No! It's awesome, really, it's just...I can't do this again," she protested. "I shouldn't have done what--what I did, before. It was wrong!"
"How wrong did it feel?" Keith rejoined her on the couch, raising her up to sit and embracing her. She couldn't help herself. She reached for his cock, caressing the hard, silky skin of the stalk. He lowered his face to hers and she automatically kissed him.
"I have missed you folks so, sooo much," came Monica's throaty laugh. Lucy and Jake had stripped naked and joined her in the center of the room. Lucy hugged her from behind, tiny hands reaching around to mold the redhead's big, soft tits. Jake towered over her in front, French-kissing her while she ground her pussy against one of his big, meaty thighs. She jacked his long, stiff cock in a leisurely, familiar way. "Too long between visits with this monster, for sure."
"Gosh," Sarah whispered to Keith. "Does your wife fuck Jake, too?"
"Yes, she does." Keith's hand inched up between the blonde's parted thighs.
"And that's okay?"
"I could hardly stop her, believe me. In fact, she fucks us both at the same time. What do you think of that?"
Sarah's eyes grew wide. "I don't know. It's not something I ever imagined doing."
"Would you like to?"
Now Monica leaned back against Lucy and opened her legs so that Jake was able to play with her clit while she rubbed his cock crown back and forth over her wet, hairless slit.
"I-I might," Sarah confessed.
"Tell you what, Dad and I will do Monica first so that you can see how it works. I bet it'll turn you on."
Sarah had seen pictures of such threesomes online, of course. Sometimes the women looked bored and uncomfortable, but some obviously got into it. She did know, from those same pictures, that she liked to watch other people fucking. Even as shocked as she'd been when Monica had shown her the candids that Lucy had taken of her this morning, seeing herself climax with Jake's huge prick stretching her out had started her pussy simmering.
Keith brushed his finger over Sarah's swollen clit. She drew in a hissing breath as hot thrills shot through her. He massaged the little button with surgical skill, knowing exactly how to bring her swiftly to the brink of orgasm without pushing her over the edge. She sank onto her back against the cushions. Keith got to his knees between her legs.
"I'm going to suck your pussy, now, Sarah. You're going to climax, several times, and this will hopefully release some of the nervous tension you evidently feel at the prospect of fucking two cocks at once. All right?"
"Yes, Doctor," Sarah sighed. Keith grabbed a throw cushion from the sofa and propped it under her back and ass to raise her hips to a more convenient angle. He took one of her ankles and draped her leg over the couch back. Sarah was as wide open and exposed as any porn model. It made her feel sluttish.
Sarah liked it.
"Perfect pussy," Keith growled and lowered his face to her crotch. He planted an open-mouthed kiss on her mound. His lips surrounded her cunt slit, his flickering tongue tickling her pussy lips before darting into her hole. She moaned as he probed and licked all around her hot fuck channel.
At first, Sarah was afraid to move. Keith's cunt-licking was almost clinical, though not at all mechanical, and she almost confused it with a doctor's office examination. Then his tongue snaked way up inside to lap at her G-spot and she suddenly was bucking her hips, mashing her pussy mouth against his lips, desperate for him to go deeper inside her. She came with a yelp.
Keith grabbed her thighs to steady her and stabbed his flexed tongue repeatedly into her cunt. How long was his tongue, anyway? Sarah wondered. She half-expected to feel the tip against the entrance to her womb at any moment. Being tongue-fucked this way was sensational--hard thrusting and wet, supple manipulation of her tender inner flesh combined, like having a small cock and a man's fingers inside at the same time. She'd never experienced anything like this. Ryan was a talented pussy-eater, but he was nothing like this. She felt guilty for making the comparison.
Sarah came twice more in rapid succession. She was near the crest of yet another wild orgasm when Keith poked a finger into her anus. She came with a howl while he sucked her slit and finger-fucked her asshole. Her pussy sprayed cream into his mouth with the force of a guy shooting his cumload. Keith drank it down greedily.
He sat up, his face wet with pussy juice. Eating her out had excited him so much that his upthrust cock was leaking pre-cum in an almost steady stream. Sarah was flattered that a man got that turned on from giving her pleasure. When he smiled at her and asked, "Want a taste of dick?" she nodded and crawled across the cushions to lay her head in his lap.
Keith's mammoth ballsack, only inches from her nose, was so engorged it looked like a balloon. Impulsively, she kissed his balls. His heat and the male smell of him stimulated her senses delightfully. He patted and stroked her hair as if she were a kitten while her lips roamed over the taut flesh of his sack.
The lusty moans of the other women drew Sarah's attention back to the action in the middle of the room. Monica and Lucy were both on their knees at Jake's feet. Lucy had managed to swallow all of her husband's ballsack and was sucking hard. Monica's lips were pursed over just the head of his prick, gently massaging it. She wasn't moving her head at all, but Sarah could tell that her tongue was working overtime inside her mouth, licking and poking at the big knob in a way that had Jake's eyes rolling in his head.
"Man, this is too much," he growled. "I gotta stick my dick in somebody's cunt, now!" He pulled the women to their feet. "Off to bed, now," he ordered. Glancing at Sarah and Keith, he added "All of us."
The master bedroom was on a scale with the rest of the house, bigger than Sarah's entire walkup apartment back in L.A. At the center of it was a giant round bed, at least ten feet across, with what must have been a custom-made mattress and sheets.
Sarah noticed small cameras mounted near the ceiling at the corners. For security? The Carvers seemed too sophisticated to keep valuables in their bedroom. Her father had told her more than once that doing so was one of the dumbest things folks could do. First place thieves look. She asked Lucy about it.
"Mostly, they're for fun," Lucy said. She gestured at the big television screen mounted high and across from the bed, apparently used for more interesting fare than watching Jake's old action blockbusters. Sarah had married into a family of exhibitionists.
Monica danced across the carpet and threw herself onto the middle of the bed, legs wide apart and lifted high. " Come on, fellas, y'all see how wet I am. All I've had in my pussy all day are my fingers, and that's not enough anymore. Who's first?"
"I suggested to Sarah that she might want to see how Dad and I team-fuck an experienced slut. If we put on a good show, she may want to join in later."
"Fine with me," Monica drawled, "As long as the slut in the sandwich is your devoted, doting wife." She got up on her hands and knees and wagged her naked ass in the air. "I want a cock in my mouth and a cock in my cunt and I don't care whose goes where."
Jake reclined in the middle of the bed. Monica straddled him in reverse cowgirl fashion. She grasped his prick and centered the round head in the little opening between her pink pussy lips. Then she slowly lowered herself onto his cock. She wriggled back and forth, easing more and more of it into her cunt.
"Motherfuck," she hissed, lips curled back from her even white teeth in an animal grin. "You're hard as a brick and filling me to the max. Oh, Sweet Heavenly Father, this was worth the long trip!"
Sarah and Lucy perched on the edge of the bed for a good close view of Jake's giant cock forcing its way deeper and deeper into the redhead's tight cunt-hole. Sarah sighed and winced slightly. Lucy took her hand sympathetically.
"You remember what that feels like, now, don't you? The way that a truly big dick feels, moving inside you. A cock like Jake's is a rare and beautiful thing in this world. The first time I was with him, he had to lick me for half an hour and even then use some lube to get that beast completely inside my twat. And it wasn't like I hadn't had a bunch of big ones before him. You should be proud, you took him all the way on your first try this morning. But then, maybe a few days of getting stretched out by Ryan first was good preparation."
Sarah wanted to quiz her mother-in-law on just how much she knew about Ryan's cock, but Keith distracted her by leaping up to stand on the bed astride Jake's knees, offering his cock to his wife. Her eyes lit up with lust at the long, club-like fuck-rod swaying inches from her nose. She opened her mouth and ran her tongue across her upper lip, drooling. She winked at Sarah.
"You ever seen a nicer pair of dicks, kid?"
"Uh-uh," Sarah replied as casually as she could, not wanting to remind her wanton companions that she had seen all of three dicks in person and that two of them were right here in the room.
Monica had obviously sucked her husband off many times in the past, so her struggle to get his cock crown past her lips underscored just how big it was. She went slow until the whole thing was in her overstuffed mouth. Once it was inside, however, Keith took charge of the action. He grabbed her by the back of the head and shoved his hips forward hard, drilling his dick further in.
"All the way down. Don't stop," Keith instructed Monica. She tipped her head back as far as she could to line up her mouth and throat, and he shifted forward so that he was directly above her and pushing straight down. To Sarah's amazement, she could see the progress of his cock-knob as it descended down her throat. Keith delicately manipulated Monica's long, slender neck with his sensitive surgeon's fingers, massaging the muscles and nerves to ease the path of his prick into her hot depths until his huge balls rested on her chin.
He lifted back up just as carefully until only the tip of his cock rested on his wife's tongue. Then he thrust down into her again.
"That's the cocksucking whore I married," he praised the busty redhead beneath him. "No one throats dick like you do. You never get enough, do you? I don't know what was wrong with Bill, that he never broke you in right."
"Bill was her first husband," Lucy explained. "Monica was an administrator at Keith's hospital when they met," Lucy explained. "About four years ago. Her marriage didn't last a month after that. So Keith brought her home to meet dear old dad, and by the time I met her she was already an old hand at fucking the both of them."
Lucy pressed lightly on Sarah's shoulders to get her to lie back on the bed. "You just relax, watch and learn. And while you do that, I'm gonna snack on your sweet little pleasure hole."
Sarah lay down and spread her legs, with her knees bent and her feet resting flat on the mattress. Lucy licked her, starting at Sarah's navel and sliding her tongue down to her hot pussy, rolling it around her plump little mound at a meandering pace until finally resting the tip on her clit. Sarah's juices flowed like a faucet. Lucy slipped one finger into the slick little slit, slipping it in and out, driving the blonde crazy while sucking the stiff pink bud. Seconds later, the dark-haired fuckdoll buried her whole face between Sarah's thighs and sealed her full lips to that gushing pussy. She licked and sucked and swallowed lustily.
In the center of the bed, Monica rocked her hips at a frantic pace, impaling herself time and again on Jake's fuck-shaft as her husband fucked her face. Her big tits swung and bounced wildly as the two studs buffeted her between them. Cupping them with her hands, she teased and tweaked her pale pink nipples. They stuck out like two hard little cocks, themselves.
Monica shuddered from the top of her head to the tips of her curling toes every time she came--which seemed to be constantly, now.
"I'm makin' it," Jake grunted. He slapped Monica's bouncing ass. "I'm about to fill your wife's pussy with jism."
"And I'm gonna pump my load into her belly. "Together, now. One...two..."
Sarah climaxed on Lucy's tongue so hard that the world went dark around her.
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"Nothing but good news, actually," Alice Walters told Ryan and Hank. "I held the contractor's feet to the fire. 'Cause I knew that the way you redesigned this thing wasn't gonna push materials costs beyond their margin. Therefore: no contract mod, no rebids." She handed Hank a thin manila folder. "Soon as the partners sign off on the amended schedule and bond, Loverboy can get his ass out of here and back to all that hot honeymoon shtupping that we so rudely interrupted."
"Done." Hank snatched the folder from Alice and headed for the elevator lobby.
"You owe me one, lover," Alice said to Ryan when Hank was out of sight.
"You are a lifesaver. An absolute gem. One tough negotiator, too."
"And a great fuck. You forgot that part. Or have you forgotten that part?"
"Impossible and you know it." Ryan grinned at her.
"Well, Blondie turned your head so fast I was afraid you'd get whiplash."
Alice strode around Ryan's desk and knelt in front of him, putting her hands on his knees. "What you owe me? I figure to take it out in trade."
"Alice..."
"You hush up. Exhausted and horny is no way to make the drive you got ahead of you. I could never live with myself if I let you go out of here all distracted and tense, and then you cracked up somewhere on the interstate. Make a young widow out of Sarah, already? You and me both are more responsible than that."
As she spoke, Alice unbuckled Ryan's belt and undid his trousers. She pulled them down to his ankles, revealing his long, thick, fully erect cock.
"See, this is what I'm talking about. Before you were halfway to Big Daddy's ranch you'd be flat-out pedal to the metal and driving one-handed playing with your dick and then--blam! Off the pavement and smack into a cactus. Or a giant armadillo. Whatever."
Ryan couldn't help laughing at that. "You win," he said with mock resignation. "I never have won an argument with you yet. Tough negotiator."
"Damn straight. You lucky bastard."
It wasn't like Ryan was the only one in the office who'd sacrificed much-cherished time away because of this crisis. Alice had put some big weekend plans on hold to work through the night, as well.
The way Alice saw it, everybody had to have some meaningful way to reward themselves, to deal with career pressures and the stresses of modern life--working out, dancing, sailing on weekends. For too many, heavy drinking or coke.
Alice Walters sucked cock.
The warmth of hard meat sliding down her throat soothed her nerves like nothing else. The sensation of that cock throbbing and pulsing and delivering its potent load to her tummy was nirvana.
She roomed with a fellow jism junkie named Maria, a Portuguese actress who waited tables near Bel Air. Maria had been flirting and texting studs like crazy all week, setting up a two-woman blow-bang out at a rented beach cottage. For two glorious days and nights, it was going to be just Alice and Maria and a rotating cast of young studs that they'd both curated over the last few months, all selected for a very specific quality to suit the roommates' specialized tastes: they all had big bloated cum-tanks between their legs, and between them all could produce nearly unlimited semen.
Size mattered to Alice, very much so. But not as much as the quantity and flavor of a guy's cum. One of her current favorites, Jason, wasn't seven inches long but he could get it up four times in the first hour, and if you'd wanted to you could've mixed his spunk with rum and made a half-decent piña colada.
Alice had once thought Ryan her perfect match. She'd had no illusions of being able to tie him down and keep his dick to herself, of course. That wasn't in his nature any more than it was in hers. Then, Sarah Cook from Sergeant Bluff, Iowa, had entered the scene. And Ryan was a goner.
Alice didn't resent Sarah, at all. Everyone in the office loved her and she, in return, seemed to love everyone in the most spontaneous and unaffected way. She was a breath of fresh air. Alice just hoped that the naïve young woman could handle Ryan for the long haul. Or if she understood what she was getting herself into with the Carvers. Alice had paid a couple of visits to the family ranch along with Ryan.
Try as Alice might, she could not imagine what Sarah's big blue eyes and sweet, corn-fed face would look like in the throes of orgasm.
But for the next few minutes, Alice had her favorite cock back in her hot hands and soon would have his jism in her belly again.
Alice wrapped her long elegant fingers around the base of Ryan's prick. She stared wistfully at the wide, rosy head, watching the ball juice dribble out as she started beating his meat at a slow, steady pace. She grew nostalgic for the times when this cock had been hers to suck and slurp for hours on end.
"Yes, indeed, you are like iron this afternoon. You need relief real bad. I remember how antsy you used to get if you didn't spurt at least four or five times a day. Still true?
"Yes," Ryan groaned as Alice ran her fingertips around the edge of the flaring helmet.
"And is Alice making your big old dick feel better?"
"Yes! Suck me, damn it! Please--just put it in your mouth and suck!"
"Patience, my man," she teased. But she opened her mouth as wide as she could and slipped her lips over his prickhead. She took a full third of his cock in her mouth on her first plunge, confident that this was something that his innocent young wife could not do for him half as well. She pressed her tongue snugly against the blood-pulsing underside of his cock.
"Awhhh...Alice!"
Ryan ran his fingers through her long curls, rocking his hips and watching her face as she bobbed back and forth on his prick. She shut her eyes, willing everything but her cocksucking mission from her mind. She suctioned as hard as she could, nostrils flaring to draw air, not wanting to let go for an instant of his powerful, jism-packed dick.
"Harder...make me shoot!" he groaned and rocked his hips faster. He'd have choked a less experienced blowjob artist. But his thrashing and his moans of pleasure were music to Alice's ears. Just what she wanted to hear from a man when she worked her magic. She had about two-thirds of his prick down her throat now, sliding her tongue left and right over the stalk. Pre-cum oozed constantly from the tip.
She was making this a loud, sloppy, wet suck-off, nothing tender or tentative about it. Ryan liked it best that way. Most men she blew did. Her face flushed with the intensity of her suction. Both hands went to his great heavy balls, stroking and tickling them with feathery touches.
If Ryan were honest with himself, he had to admit that he had missed Alice's mouth. Sarah was an enthusiastic fuck and a naturally gifted cocksucker, but there was no true substitute for experience. Dick-sucking was Alice's vocation. Her art.
Not that Ryan regretted giving up his freewheeling lifestyle, which had included these frequent suck-off sessions with his orally-fixated coworker. Not in the slightest. He'd fallen hard for Sarah and wanted nothing more than to be back out at the ranch with her as soon as possible.
On reflection, he should have brought her back here with him last evening.
Because leaving his bride with the rest of his horny family was a bad idea.
Especially his slutty stepmother.
Sarah's conservative upbringing had concerned Ryan when he'd first asked her out. He'd soon discovered that her shyness masked a ferocious sexual appetite and curiosity. He was sure that, over time, she'd happily explore and come to enjoy his family's sexually liberated customs.
But it would take time. They'd have to take it slow, which suited Ryan fine.
He only hoped they'd be back together again before Keith and Monica arrived at the ranch. That could get messy fast.
Alice couldn't wait another minute to taste cum. She lifted her head until only Ryan's knob was in her mouth, took the shaft in one hand, and slid the other under his ass. It took only a few moments of furious jacking on his cock stalk and one finger up his asshole to the knuckle to make him erupt.
"Cumming!" Ryan jammed his hips forward and arched up off of his chair.
The torrent of jism was even more than Alice had dared hope. Delicious ball juice rifled out of his cum-slit, splashing the roof of her mouth and rolling down her throat. She redoubled her jacking efforts, using all the skills acquired on hundreds of cocks to milk every last drop of spunk from Ryan's nuts.
It was almost a minute before she let him withdraw from her hot mouth. She immediately went to work lapping up the tasty droplets that had overflowed her lips and run down onto his balls and the leather seat cushion.
Ryan put his hand on her shoulder and urged her to stand. He put his hands on her hips. "Let me do something for you, too," he offered. But she could see in his distracted eyes what was really on his mind. And she needed to get back to work as well. Then she'd rush out to the beach house in hopes that Maria had not finished all the guys off by herself.
"I'm good, babe," Alice said, smoothing and retucking her blouse. "Seriously, you got a lady at home to take care of. Give Sarah a couple good ones for me, huh?
Her cum-glazed lips brushed his for an instant, and before he could reply she was out the door and striding down the hall as if nothing at all had gone on between them.
Ryan pulled up his pants and glanced at his watch. He'd told Sarah that he'd probably be down here more than one day. Rather than call ahead, he decided he'd surprise her.
That would be fun.