The Cabin Ch. 21

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Chapter 21

As we turn the corner to the kitchen and then around to the living room, we find the house empty but the front door is wide open with everybody standing and forming a path, holding sparklers above their heads like knights holding their swords for their king and queen, or queens, I should say. Giggling wildly, the girls take off at a sort of run and I walk a little faster, carrying the bag at my side. Our family and Summer and her brothers all whoop and holler for us as we pass under the sparklers to our carriage at the end of the driveway where the door is held open by the limo driver. At the end of the line is our parents waiting to send us off with hugs and kisses and their well-wishes.

Dad grips my hand firmly one last time. “There’s one last surprise in the car waiting for you guys. Have a good time,” he says and then pulls me in for a hug. “I love you, Son,” he says.

“I love you, too, Dad,” I tell him and then hug Mom and Aunt Leanne before joining the girls in the limo where a bucket of ice with a bottle of champaign is waiting for us with three glasses but it’s the small basket full of cards that I believe is the last surprise.

As Angel works on opening the bottle of champaign, Chelsea begins opening the cards and reading them but she hands me the cash inside of them as she does. The first one has a hundred-dollar bill in it.

“Wow, that was from Summer and her brothers,” Chelsea says. “She of course had to make a joke insinuating she still wants a night with us all,” she adds with an eye roll.

“I’m sure after today she won’t try to make jokes like that again,” I tell her. “Not after the vows we all gave each other.”

“She better not,” Chelsea threatens playfully with a wink.

“It could be fun,” Angel says without looking up from pouring a glass of champaign. Once the glass if full enough she looks up and her eyes grow wide as she finally catches the looks on our faces. “What?” she says. “She’s hot! Besides, she and her brothers did save us from your psycho ex-husband,” she reasons.

“No,” I say firmly and she looks taken aback.

“I wasn’t serious,” she says. “I thought I was just being playful,” she continues defensively.

“If you want to be playful, come play with this,” I say and begin to unfasten my belt.

Angel bites her lip, chugs down her glass of champaign and then slips down onto the floor, walking on her knees to where I’m sitting. I slide over to the middle of the backseat, though and she follows, helping me out of my slacks. Chelsea abandons the basket of cards to join us, taking the spot on my left. She shoves her body against mine, her magnificent tits pressing against my shoulder. She begins to rub against my body, unbuttoning my shirt a little to slip her hand inside. Then as Angel begins to latch her mouth onto my cock, Chelsea latches hers onto mine. My hands move on autopilot, my right hand magnetized to the back of Angel’s head where I begin to stroke her hair and guide her up and down my shaft. The other hand slips under Chelsea’s sundress to find she’s not wearing so much as a thong. I believe both girls were serious about fucking all the way to the hotel, and from where Mom and Dad live in Littleton, it’s a little under an hour drive.

Pleased with my discovery of Chelsea’s lack of underwear, I slide my hand over her ass and then curl my middle finger into her pussy that’s already drenching wet with her juices. I pull my now lubed finger from her snatch and bring it to my lips where she joins me in licking it clean.

“God, you taste good,” I tell her.

“Yeah, I do,” she says and then plants her mouth onto mine again as I reach back behind her and slowly finger fuck her.

“I want your pussy,” I whisper to her. “I want it on my tongue,” I tell her with urgency.

She looks around the stretch limo for a solution and then grins slyly. “Angel, get up and let go of his cock,” she orders.

“Fuck you!” she says and then takes me back into her mouth.

Chelsea laughs and then slaps the back of her head gently. “I’m just repositioning us,” she explains to her and then carefully moves to the long bench along the side of the car and then leans back against the corner next to the partition between the front and back seats. I move to the bench as well and lay on my side allowing Angel to resume sucking my throbbing cock.

“Good idea, babe,” Angel compliments her and then goes to town sucking me off.

Chelsea repositions herself to face her body towards the wall of the car, effectively smothering my head between her gorgeous legs. I tongue fuck her pussy hungrily as Angel urgently sucks my cock like the expert she is. And then as Chelsea begins to grind her pussy into my face with my tongue buried as deep insider as I can get it, I rock my hips back and forth to fuck Angel’s mouth. We continue like this for a couple minutes which happens to be all Chelsea needs to flood my face with her juices. When her body relaxes as her orgasm finally releases her from its grip, she falls off the bench seat onto the floor, laughing hysterically.

“Are you okay?” Angel and I ask her simultaneously.

Chelsea laughs and laughs which becomes contagious as Angel and I join in with her. Angel goes to help her up but Chelsea waves her Burdur Escort off.

“No, I’m okay, just let me lie here. I’ve been so horny for hours and just having David’s tongue in me set me off. I’ll be back for more in a couple minutes,” she says so Angel quickly turns and returns to my cock, but she lies on top of me, planting her pussy in my face.

I eat her out with the same hungry desire I’d given Chelsea, desiring nothing more than to get her off just as well. We both begin to hum into each other’s genitalia as our orgasms begin to grow together. I grunt and moan into her pussy as I try to reach every wall of her pussy that I can, taking time to focus on her clit as well. Her tanginess puts me into overdrive and I double my efforts, squeezing her thighs with each hand as I pull her tighter against my face, desperate to plunge my tongue deeper into her by force. The pitch of her screams muffled by my meat in her mouth send vibrations through my cock that I can’t hold back my building orgasm anymore. My cock pulses and begins to fill her talented mouth; I can feel her gulp my seed down into her belly as if she’d been starving all day and this was her first meal. The blasts into her slick throat must have set her pussy off because I’m now practically drowning in her juices.

As we come down from our high, Angel slides off of me, joining Chelsea on the floor, panting heavily to catch her breath. I do the same, lying there half-dressed with my collar and shoulders darkened by both Chelsea and Angel’s pussies. I don’t remember when Angel had removed her dress, but she and Chelsea lie on the long floor of the limousine naked, their limbs intertwined as they slowly make out. The discarded clothing is scattered throughout the limo. The scene is sexy as hell. I look towards the driver to see that the partition is down and the driver is taking as many glances into the back as he can.

“Enjoying the show?” I ask and then hit the switch to close the partition. “Pervert,” I chuckle. I’m not angry; I actually don’t blame him because we should have been paying more attention.

“Was he watching?” Angel asks.

“I’m pretty sure he caught the whole show,” I tell her.

“That’s hot,” she says between kisses with Chelsea.

The girls begin to grind into each other lying in their missionary position, humping into each other’s thigh until their breathing becomes more and more ragged.

“I want to feel your pussy against mine,” Chelsea says to Angel.

“What about David?” Angel asks.

“I’m sure he won’t mind watching,” she says and then they both look up at me.

“Please,” I gesture to them and begin to stroke my hardening cock; what guy wouldn’t want to watch two girls go to town on each other?

“Can I taste you first?” Angel asks her.

Chelsea nods and then Angel turns her body to place her face into Chelsea’s pussy while Chelsea does the same. Both girls begin to eat each other out in a beautiful 69, lying on their sides. Then Chelsea pinches Angel’s bubble butt causing her to scream and laugh.

“You bitch!” she laughs at her.

“Well, I still want to feel your pussy against mine,” Chelsea justifies her action.

I laugh as I watch the two loves of my life playfully banter with each other. Chelsea goes on the offense and crawls up Angel’s length to lie on top of her again, likely tasting themselves on each other’s tongues.

“We taste good, don’t we?” Angel asks Chelsea and she nods.

“So good,” she says planting her mouth on Angel’s again as she begins to hump into Angel as if she had her own cock. She kisses down Angel’s neck and Angel pulls Chelsea’s body against her own, bucking her hips up into Chelsea’s to counter her movements. The way Angel changes things up causes Chelsea to do the same which brings a slapping sound from their colliding pussies, the sound elevating due to how wet they obviously are. I wish I could slip my dick in there somewhere, but I also don’t want to take this moment away from them either.

Chelsea slips her leg over Angel’s and beings sliding her pussy up and down her thigh until an aggressively, horny look strikes Angel’s eyes. Angel begins to sit up so Chelsea moves back to allow her to. Both girls place their right legs over the other’s left and then scoot into each other until their pussies are finally together and they lean back and grind into each other in the hottest scissoring scene I’ve ever seen. I wonder how much the outside world can see in through the tinted windows since we have the lights on still. I look around for light switches and find one that turns off the domes and turns on special lighting, which is a color-changing LED strip that acts almost like a blacklight, illuminating the girls’ dresses piled up by the shorter, back seat.

I take my spot on the long, side bench seat and continue to stroke my cock at the beautiful act of my sister and cousin fucking each other. Their high-pitched screams just barely drowning out the wet sounds of their pussies suctioning against each other, both girls desperate to bring themselves to orgasm together. Their grinding grows more and more rough and wild as their screams reach new heights of passion. I feel my cock about to spew all over the back of the limo, so I scoot slightly Burdur Escort Bayan closer to them, planning to spray my seed all over their naked bodies. When they eye my cock, they glare at it as if it offended them but Angel licks her lips and when I look at Chelsea, she’s doing the same thing so I get on my knees and pump my cock even harder.

“I’m going to cover you both with my cum,” I tell them. “Will that set you both off?” I ask and their consensual nods urge me forward and I punish my cock for them until my first blast threatens to shoot out of the tip. I aim at their pussies just as I spew my first glob out of my cock like a canon. The white substance slides down between their wet pussies, adding to the mix of their gushing cunts. My next blast I place on Angel’s tummy and then another on Chelsea’s, and then the girls sit up closer, pressing their bodies together. I feel another couple more blasts coming, so I place my cock between their mouths before they can kiss again and they wrap their lips around my shaft as I stand up, hunched over in the short limo. I’m not sure where the rest of my load goes as I close my eyes when their tongues ravage my cock. When I’m spent, I fall back onto the bench seat and the girls spread my seed all over their bodies until they’ve fully come down from their orgasms and then join me on the seat, taking turns making out with me or each other.

“We’re nearing the airport, you may want to get dressed,” the limo driver says over the speakers in the back.

Chelsea spots the speaker button and presses it. “Thank you, I hope you enjoyed the show,” she says and then releases the button.

The three of us laugh and then as soon as we’ve caught our breaths again, we scramble to get back into our clothes so we can check into the hotel at the airport. I give the driver the hundred-dollar bill from Summer and her brothers as a tip but he refuses it.

“No, this was my best driving job yet; I should be paying you for what I got to see,” he says and if it weren’t for the fact that I’m in a blissful state of mind because of the great fuck in the car and the fact that I’m now married to the two most beautiful women in the world, not to mention the fact that they’re my sister and cousin, I’d be upset for his comment. Instead, I shake his hand and then take the only bag we have and escort the girls into the hotel.

“Welcome to the Westin, how may I help you?” the tall, dark-skinned man behind the counter asks.

“Checking in, it should be under the name, Stone,” I tell him, setting my bag down at my feet.

He clicks a few keys on his keyboard and then finds our reservation. “Yes, Mr., Mrs. and…oh and another Mrs. Stone,” he says and then eyes the three of us. He grins and then offers me his fist, which I grin in return bumping mine against his. “Congratulations, sir,” he says and then activates a key card for us and hands it to me. “The elevators are to the right, you’re on the top floor. Just swipe your key card in the elevator and it’ll take you right to your room.”

“This elevator goes directly to our room?” I ask and he nods.

“Yes, only you or a staff member have access to your room. Use the middle elevator, it has its own button not connected to the general elevators,” he explains.

“Oh, great!” I say. “Thank you,” I add and then nod for the girls to follow me to the elevators. I follow his instructions and our “personal” elevator dings its arrival, letting us in. I wave the card over the sensor and then the doors shut behind us, taking us to the top floor where it opens up to a huge room. Room is an extreme understatement, though. Suite doesn’t even add up right. I’m pretty sure this so-called hotel room has more square footage than Mom and Dad’s house.

“Holy shit,” Angel says voicing my thoughts. “How did Mom and Dad afford this?” she ponders out loud.

“I’m sure Mom pulled some strings,” I tell her, dropping the bag by the front door…or the elevator door I should say.

I venture out to the center of the suite, the entire outer wall of the room is floor to ceiling windows with a great view of the city in the distance, especially with its half-circle shape. As I face the windows, to the right there is a living room area with two large couches and two big, leather recliners creating a U shape facing a 60″ HDTV mounted on the wall. In the center of the furniture is a large, square coffee table big enough for the three of us to fuck on if we wanted to.

In the center, between the living room area, is a small wet bar fully stocked with every drink you can think of. Beyond that is a full-sized kitchen and dining area. On the left-hand side of the kitchen, as you face it, is a door leading to the bedroom, I’m assuming. I head straight for the door to check out the bedroom and I’m not disappointed. Against another wall of glass, floor-to-ceiling blinds retracted to either side of the glass wall, is a king-sized bed. To the right of the bed is more glass windows until the wall separating the room from the kitchen. To the left of the bed is a wide-open arch leading to the bathroom. I follow around to the large bathroom that happens to be the only room with any privacy. Immediately to the right is a long, double vanity with a marble top, Escort Burdur a mirror above the counter stretches from the backsplash to the ceiling and from one wall to the other. Along the other wall is a large bathtub with jets every twelve or so inches that hit both the upper and lower back. Directly across from the tub is the toilet closet, completely secluded with its own door, and next to that is a large, glass walled shower with a similar set up as the shower at the cabin.

“I think this is where Dad got his idea for their bathroom at the cabin,” Angel says.

“You think they’ve been here before?” I ask her.

“I’m sure they’ve fucked here plenty of times before,” she laughs.

“So, what do we want to break in first?” Chelsea asks. “The sofas, the bed, the tub or the shower?”

Angel and I turn and look at our wife standing naked in the archway between the bathroom and bedroom. I rush towards her and she allows me to pick her up and throw her onto the bed.

“Bed it is,” she says and then I spread her legs and bury my face in her pussy. “Angel, bring me that cunt!” she giggles and then gasps as I attack her clit. “Oh, fuck,” she says, gripping the back of my head tightly and grinding her hips into my face. “Shit, David, yes, oh fuck, right there. What the fuck are you doing?” she squeals in shock as I twist my tongue in different directions.

“Did someone learn a new trick or something?” Angel says with a giggle as she climbs onto the bed and then pushes Chelsea down onto her back and plants her pussy on our cousin’s face. “That’s it, David, eat that pussy, make her squirm and then hold her down so she can’t move,” she instructs me and I obey like a good husband.

I wrap my arms around Chelsea’s legs to keep her from being able to move as I devour her sweet pussy, twirling my tongue in ways I never have before. And when I attack her little clit, I see her abs tighten as she attempts to buck her hips in response. Her moans begin to sound frustrated as I keep her held down and when I look up at Angel’s beautiful ass in front of me, I see that Chelsea’s arms are wrapped around Angel’s waist, her hands held tightly in Angel’s hands. We’re both restricting her movements and it’s driving her insane. Angel begins to bounce up and down in small movements on Chelsea’s face and that’s when I finally hear her small yelps that sound almost like a small dog yipping at the mailman.

Angel is nearing her orgasm already as I’m sure Chelsea is desperately trying to get her off so she can breathe freely again without a muff in her face. I increase my efforts on her clit and then release one of her legs to slip the ring and middle fingers of my left hand into her pussy. Her right leg instinctively wraps around my head, forcing me tighter against her cunt. She has more movement now and is able to gyrate her hips into my face. The only thing I can see when I look up is her sexy stomach muscles flexing as she grinds into my face and Angel’s perfect ass as she rides Chelsea’s face. I piston my fingers in and out of Chelsea’s pussy roughly, trying to bring her to orgasm with Angel but Angel cums first, her body shaking and convulsing as she floods Chelsea’s face with hot fluids squirting out of her harder than she ever has before. When she falls off of Chelsea’s face, Chelsea sits up effortlessly as if she’s possessed and glares at me with so much fire and passion in her eyes it almost frightens me until she grabs the back of my head and fucks my face and fingers. I latch my mouth onto her clit and tongue it furiously as I pound my fingers into her hot, steamy cunt.

“FUCK YOU, DAVID!” she screams at me partly angrily but mostly lustfully. “FUUUUCK!” she screams again and then releases my head from the grasp of her hand and her leg and then she scrambles off the bed as I step away and hastily unfastens my belt, my slacks and yanks them dangerously off my waist, my stiff cock bouncing in front of her face like a fleshy diving board which she takes into her hungry mouth and violently sucks me off for a few seconds before scooting back onto the bed and spreading her legs widely for me to enter her pussy.

I move forward, gripping my cock, and shove it roughly into her cunt and then lean over her to plow her garden. She grips between the buttons of my shirt and rips it open, buttons flying in all directions. I shrug out of the now destroyed shirt and then lean back over her, our eyes locked on each other as if we’re the only ones in the world and then I pound into her mercilessly. She screams obscenities, her voice a strange mix of anger and lust, I’d be more concerned if it wasn’t turning us both on so much. Out of the corner of my eye I catch Angel fully aware once again and she’s rubbing her clit furiously as she watches us rough fuck. I slam into her cunt and then hold her there, wrapping my arm around her waist and then pull her into me and when I begin to move onto the bed, she wraps her legs around my waist until I’m where I want to be and then I drop her onto the soft mattress. Then I force her to roll over onto her hands and knees and spread her legs enough to give me access to her snatch again. I rub the tip of my cock along her slit to lube it back up again before I slip back inside and drive into her again, rapidly pounding into her from behind, holding onto her curvy hips. I take turns slapping each of her perfect ass cheeks and she growls back at me, looking over her shoulder as best as she can until Angel places herself in front of her, offering her pussy once again.

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