A mouth then closed around his cock and he looked further down in time to see his shaft disappear down Ellie's throat. The pressure she applied, sucking him deeper and deeper, was incredible.
They had formed an oral chain that coiled around the floor of the limo and overlapped one bench. Ellie sucked Cal's cock, and Cal resumed eating Sue's ass and pussy as Sue ran her lips up and down Brady's swollen shaft. Brady, slouched on the seat, wasn't in a position to reach Ellie's pussy from her reclining position. Cal saw the man had to be content with massaging his wife's calves while Ellie fingered her own clit.
"Mmmm." Brady's vocal approval inspired some pride in Cal. As often as Brady had boasted of Ellie's oral skills, it did please him that Brady might acknowledge Sue was equally gifted. The thought inspired him, too, to focus more on Sue's pussy. He opened his mouth wider to take as much of her as possible, lapping at her pussy lips with broad strokes and swallowing her juices. She trembled all around him, more so when he fingerfucked her ass.
After all the times he had fucked her ass, she remained tight. Keeping the forefinger lodged, he slipped his thumb into her other opening and found it no different, just very wet. His cock was going to suffocate inside her, and he welcomed that notion.
He arched back and watched Sue continue her loving oral assault on his best friend's cock. She was clearly enjoying herself, and it warmed him to know she was so pleased. A twinge of jealousy passed momentarily at the thought of sucking Brady's cock himself, but as far he knew the limo had a full tank of gas and they had all the time in the world...at least until Brady had to resume his tour. "You liking that?" he asked Brady, his voice husky. "Oh, yeah," Brady groaned. "You?" Cal licked Sue's essence from his lips and watched Ellie at work. She kissed the base of his shaft, then pinched the thin, sensitive layer of skin between her lips. Tracing a raised vein with her tongue, she circled the ridges of his circumcised tip before taking him whole again. It took all of Cal's willpower not to come right there; he imagined he could have shot a steady stream down to Ellie's feet.
"I'm good." The ecstatic cracking of his voice betrayed any attempt to act cool. He needed to be inside a pussy soon, but which one? Sue would be the obvious choice, but Ellie's pussy was just as sweet and tight, as he recalled. He had only fucked her that way once, and ceased in deference to Brady's discomfort when he met the couple for later threesomes. Brady, though, certainly looked comfortable fucking Sue's mouth, Cal noticed. Brady ran his free hand through Sue's hair as she continued to suck him, smiling as his eyes met hers. "I have to confess...the first time we met in New York, before I knew you were Ellie's friend...remember that?"
Sue released her oral hold on Brady and nodded. She rapidly tugged at his cock, all the while grinding her hips back. Cal sped up his fingers, twisting them inside her.
"That night," Brady sighed, "I dreamed about fucking your ass. I would love to fuck your ass, Sue."
Cal realized he would love to watch his friend do just that; he smiled his approval when Sue craned back with a questioning look. "He can fuck your ass while I fuck your pussy," Cal told her. "Would you like that?" This got Ellie's attention. She stopped working on Cal and looked up expectantly. Sue looked as if she'd won the lottery, then a bit jarred when Brady moved underneath her.
"First, though," Brady said, "I want you to do something for me, something I'm sure your husband would appreciate as well." * * * Brady wasn't kidding. Everybody present definitely appreciated it, if Sue could correctly discern the chorus of pleasured moans and deep chuckling wafting around her. The men, sitting on the opposite bench, stroked themselves as they enjoyed the view. Ellie kneaded her breasts together and gasped and writhed, her knees nearly at opposite ends of a straight line as Sue kneeled before her, lapping at Ellie's slick labial folds with broad, upward strokes. Sue's heart pulsed with every lick; her own pussy felt flooded and ached for reciprocal attention. For all the years she had envisioned her wedding and honeymoon, the last thing she had imagined she'd be doing when the time came was eating another woman's pussy, but here she was putting on a show for her and Ellie's husband.
Enjoying every damn minute of it, too. Ellie was delicious, not quite the same taste as a man's cock. She was unique. Sue couldn't believe she was doing this, that she was tickling Ellie's delicate inner pussy lips and tapping her clit, driving the other woman to a twitching orgasm. She was amazed Cal had conceded to her fulfilling this secret fantasy of being with another woman, one she had held since Lauren goaded her into photographing that steamy private session.
Only one thing could make this moment complete, and Sue felt that completion was imminent when a familiar tapping at her backside prompted her to widen her half-stance. She bent slightly and relaxed her channel to allow Cal to effortlessly slide into her. So good. She loved the way his thick cock filled her. Cal's hands gripped her waist as he slowly undulated his hips to create a rhythm that nearly distracted her from Ellie. No matter, anyway. Her lips held fast to Ellie's pussy as the other woman came in a shuddering frenzy that eventually dislodged Sue. She gazed upward, admiring the heaving, glowing landscape that was Ellie's beautiful naked body, still amazed that she had done that. She had put that smile on her friend's face.
Now Ellie was putting a smile on Brady's face. The other man had quietly slipped next to his wife, and Ellie happily obliged him by impaling herself on his cock. Knees pressed into the seat, Ellie rode him slowly, hypnotizing Sue with the smooth movement in which Brady's cock disappeared into his wife. She inhaled their scent, mingled with her own, and Cal's. It filled the cab of the limo and made her giddy.
This must have been how Cal felt when he used to smoke pot, she decided. This high, though, she'd take over any vice.
"That was so fucking hot," she heard Cal behind her. He leaned over and trailed kisses down her spine. "Thank you, babe."
"Indeed." Brady's head lolled from side to side, inciting Ellie to laugh. Ellie's breasts bobbed as she fucked him, but the giggles soon dulled into one long moan when she shifted to what had to be a more pleasurable angle. She truly loved what her husband's cock was doing to her, and Sue suddenly couldn't wait to feel both of these marvelous cocks inside her, prompting her to cry out as Ellie was ready to do.
Brady nipped at Ellie's shoulder and kissed her neck. "You gonna do the same thing?" he asked Ellie. "You gonna let me watch you eat that sweet pussy Cal's fucking right now?" "Sure, if you'll eat mine while I'm doing it," Ellie said. "I'd love to see that," Sue said. She wanted, too, to feel Brady's skilled tongue exploring her pussy lips and clit as well. She wanted to suck Cal's cock while she was doing that, and finger Ellie's pussy while he was doing that. She wanted everything, all at the same time, but didn't know how to make that point. She was so new at this, and everybody else seemed to know what to do. She couldn't think of anything to say, didn't know in which direction she should turn. She just wanted to keep up with everybody. Relax, she told herself, just fuck when they fuck. So she did. Cal pulled out of her pussy just long enough to slip to the limo floor. Positioning Sue over his hips, he easily thrust his cock back into her slick core. "Now," he said, and before Sue could acknowledge the command Brady was behind her, stroking more life into his cock.
"Bend over just a little more, babe." Brady's words tickled the inside of her ear. His hand caressed her buttocks and probed her anus, testing its elasticity. Sue twitched at the first touch of lubricant on Brady's hands, and wondered for a moment where he had managed to find a bottle in the disheveled cab.
Further thoughts faded, however, as one finger, then two, slipped in and out of her ass. Brady's touch set off the delicate nerves that, coupled with Cal's girth, stoked the fire that signaled another pending orgasm for Sue.
"Nice and tight. This is gonna feel nice," she heard Brady grunt, then all sound and other senses ceased as Brady's cock eased into her. The sensation overlapped everything else going on in the limo. Sue felt her body go limp, and she collapsed onto her husband's damp chest.
"Easy, babe. It's okay, we'll take it slow." Cal shushed her. Sue blinked; she hadn't realized how loud her scream had been. Ellie looked fleetingly alarmed, but her expression relaxed with a smile of understanding. She'd been there herself, Sue knew. Double penetration would take some adjustment. To say nothing of double penetration in a moving car.
Seven
Cal might have enjoyed the sight of his wife writhing with pleasure as two cocks probed her at either end. The temptation to eat Ellie's pussy as this was going on, however, was too great, and he willingly obliged when the other woman eased gently off the bench seat to hover over his face. Long, broad swipes between her pussy lips up to her clit quickly sent Ellie into an orgasmic frenzy that caused her to nearly topple on top of Cal's face and suffocate him.
What a way to go. He hadn't realized how much he missed eating Ellie. Meeting Sue had changed his affections for his best friend's girl, however. This was only in fun, nothing more. Oh, what fun... "Sorry," Ellie giggled. She slipped to one side and grabbed at Sue's breasts just as the other woman cried her own release. Sue rocked back and forth, riding her orgasm with such a force that Brady toppled backward, banging his shoulders against the opposite bench. Peals of exhausted laughter erupted as Brady struggled to right himself in the moving vehicle. "Break anything important?" Cal called as he continued to thrust into Sue's pussy. "Hope not." Brady stretched his long, bare legs before him and offered a lopsided grin. He looked incredibly handsome just lying there. The sight gave strength to Cal's libido as the thought of sucking that limp, yet still impressive, member resting between Brady's legs.
Sue's enthusiasm, her pussy clamping tighter around his cock, drove him to further madness. It wasn't long before Cal's hold on his self-control slipped away, and he came with a trembling roar.
Seconds later, something cold brushed against his cheek. Sue remained straddled over his hips, and held a dewy soda can close. Her breasts swayed invitingly overhead. "Liquid courage for round two," she said with a wink.
"Two?" The word came out as a strangled croak. Another round would kill him if he didn't get something more substantial than soda first. Pussy was only so filling. "Fine," he conceded, "how long do I get to rest?"
Sue leaned in one direction, peering through the darkened partition window. Ellie obliged her by wiping away the condensation. "We're about to hit a red light," Sue said. "That long enough?" * * * Cal's libido would thank her. Later. The break was still in effect, long after the limo
passed the same gigantic, waving neon cowboy for the fifth time. Each couple lay across a bench seat, still naked, caressing and kissing each other. Sue lay, content, in her husband's arms, watching the reflections of the Strip glide across the tinted windows. She wondered if the driver had been aware of the orgy he chauffeured, or if anybody in the passing cars were the least bit curious about the limousine that stayed its repetitive course. Surely they weren't the first to fuck in a limo on the Strip; nevertheless, Sue couldn't help but be curious. Things like this never happened in Dareville. Would they ever, though? Her gaze fell upon the couple before them. Brady and Ellie appeared well on the way to another round, with the way Brady fingered Ellie's clit as she pursed one of his nipples between her lips. Given the way man and wife looked at Sue and her husband, too, gave Sue the immediate impression that they would be called back into service. "You know what they say about Vegas?" she asked Cal. Cal was rolling one of Sue's nipples between his thumb and forefinger. He stopped in favor of her clit, easing his fingers between her pussy lips and stroking lightly. "Come for the slots, but I'd rather cum in your slit." "Classy." Sue elbowed him in the ribs. "They say what happens, stays." "Well, that's too bad." Cal's ministrations stretched lower, and his fingertips traced
the slick edges of Sue's core. "I wouldn't mind taking back a few souvenirs." "Me, too." "Me, too." Sue looked at her friend. Ellie leaned in the far corner of the cab, one leg stretched before her while the other dangled off the seat. Brady lay stretched across the bench, his face low between her thighs. Ellie stroked her husband's hair as he kissed the soft flesh of her inner thighs. "As I recall," Sue said to Ellie, "you were going to do that to me." Brady rose from his position, smiling a sticky grin. "You're absolutely right. I can certainly wait." He eased back into the bench, one foot tapping in time to the lengthy strokes of his cock. With his other hand, he patted the spot left behind when Ellie launched toward Sue. "Saved you a front row spot," he told Cal. "Thanks." Bodies jockeyed for position, giggling as they blocked each other en route. Sue perched, knees spread to reveal parted pussy lips as Ellie bowed before her, and trembled with the other woman's curious touch. Ellie was studying her, it appeared, tilting her head left and right to gauge the better view of her swollen labia and aching slit. One finger ran up and down her inner lips, the nail just brushing skin, but it was enough to cause Sue's juices to flood her.
"Absolutely beautiful," Ellie said, then looked into Sue's eyes. Her finger delved deeper into Sue's pussy and spiked upward to her find her clit. She rubbed it lightly, up and down, applying very little pressure in deference to the treatment it had already received. "Did you ever think in high school that we'd be doing this?" "To each other?" "To any woman." "No." Sue had to laugh. Ellie and Sue had spent high school mooning over movie idols and jock classmates, sharing typical heterosexual fantasies. Polyamory had never been a consideration. Oh, what they had missed! Would they be having this much fun hadn't their husbands introduced them to such an extraordinary sexual feast?
Sue wasn't given the opportunity to answer. Words stretched into a line finer than any of Cal's bass guitar strings, and the sensation of Ellie's tongue against her clit strummed a note so high Sue thought she might shatter the tinted glass around them.
As it was, the cab remained unharmed, and Sue's moans deepened as Ellie continued kissing and sucking her pussy. Watching her work was a beautiful sight; Sue loved to see the gentle canting of Ellie's face as she her lips moved over Sue's mound and the delicate skin inside her thighs. Sue pinched her own nipples and peered across the cab through her fallen bangs, certain the men were enjoying the show.
Brady was, at least. Sue had to wonder what he was enjoying more: the sight of his wife eating another woman, or the feeling of another man sucking his cock.
Too hot . It was too much to bear, seeing Cal work Brady's shaft. The orgasm that should have simmered and bubbled gradually to the surface instead exploded in another high-pitched wail. Brady was close behind her, apparent by Cal's sudden sucking motion as he swallowed the evidence.
Exhausted, they slithered to the floor of the cab, one by one. Hands grasped hips and shoulders, cheeks nuzzled into necks, and heavy breathing synchronized into a calm rhythm that matched the gentle rumbling of the rolling tires. Sue lay between her husband and her best friend's husband, smiling and satisfied. For now.
* * * "What happens now?" Cal looked at his wife in earnest, accepting the filled champagne glass she held out to him, then smiled. "Whatever you want, will happen," he answered. "What would you like to happen?"
They were seated upright on the floor now, items of clothing draped partially over body parts, the contents of the honor bar strewn across laps and seats. Candy wrappers crinkled, champagne glass clinked together in silent toasts, and despite the calm, the sexual aura remained strong. Cal watched his wife's breast wobble as she fumbled with a snack-size bag of potato chips, and felt the familiar stirring of another erection underneath the shirt he was using as a napkin.
"Hey!" Brady swatted his shoulder. "Easy. I gotta put that thing on when we get out of here."
"Oh," Ellie moaned between bites of a candy bar. "I wish we didn't have to leave. I like it here."
"I know, but the driver can only be content for so long, and I don't have that much cash to appease him. Speaking of which..." Conversation stilled as the party searched for Brady's cell phone. Two minutes later, he rang off with a wide grin. "Bomb scare's over, we can move this party," he announced. Party? Cal raised an
eyebrow. "What are you saying? That you would like to
continue the pleasure..." he let that word hang in the air, "of our company?" Brady and Ellie looked hopefully at each other, then at their friends. Cal had to admire the boldness of their smiles. It spoke volumes of their frank dispositions, how they could discuss sex as easily as one might about the weather. It also interested him to see how Sue, despite having leaped into the night's orgy with both feet, now looked demurely away. How could there be any inhibitions left to breach with her, this woman so casually eating potato chips with a group of people in various states of undress?
"We know you two would like some alone time," Brady was saying, "but, and I have to tell you this is something Ellie and I have discussed before, we were also hoping the four of us could make, ah, arrangements..." "Arrangements," Cal echoed. "You want to swing?" Ellie made a face. "Not anymore. We tried that in New York. We've met nice people doing it, but we've had more than our share of pushy people and just plain weirdos." She rested her head against Brady. "We would rather be exclusive." "With us?" Cal sounded wary. "With you." Cal sipped from his glass. His nose wrinkled at the light aroma of champagne and the threat of stinging bubbles. It was certainly more unpleasant than contemplating group sex, yet something niggled at Cal. True, the evening had been enjoyable for all, and Cal attributed Brady's relaxed demeanor to one martini too many. He seemed willing now to accommodate the Briscoes in future romps, but would he change his mind? Would his protectiveness of Ellie get in the way of a good time, and flare into an argument or much worse should he perceive Cal looking at or touching his wife a second too long for his taste?
Would he feel the same way about Brady and Sue? Much as he enjoyed watching Sue's sexual awakening, would he question her loyalty? He shook his head; the bubbles were getting to him.
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