2 comments/ 90352 views/ 8 favorites Amy's Vacation By: craigool I met Amy when I started working for a large computer company in Texas, seeing her in the corporate lunchroom across a sea of debutantes. Her natural blonde hair, coiffured into a cotton candy helmet, statuesque 5'10" figure with three inch heels on legs that seem to go on forever. Her luscious breasts are somewhere between a C and D cup, which she tells me often drives her quite mad when trying to find pretty bra that will fit. They certainly filled out her business suit with the pleated skirt that hinted at the magnificent curves of her ass. Our eyes locked, an electric current surged through my body, and I blew her a kiss. She swept out of the room with a smile on her face.I met her in her office, astonished at my good luck. She was a Senior Programmer, assigned to be my boss. My heart crashed through the floor when I heard her speak. "Doug, I've asked that you be transferred. Your skills are better suited to scientific projects. It makes me sad that you won't be under me." Amy said with a mischievous smile, the kind that only wicked women can wear. "Amy, I'm sorry about what happened in the lunchroom." I pleaded. "I'm not, why should you be? Besides, if you work for me, I couldn't possibly accept your invitation to dinner and dancing." she teased. "I'm confused. You're not offended, but you're transferring me?" I spluttered. "Doug my dear, I keep my business and pleasures separate." she said with that smile again. I'm a little slow, but I finally caught on. "So what you're saying, Amy, is that instead of complaining that I'm being transferred to the job I asked for in the first place, I should be asking the most beautiful woman I've ever been in the same room with, for a date?" I guessed. "Yes, Doug, you should." Amy pouted. "Would Friday be good for you, dinner at seven?" I asked politely. "And dancing. Don't forget the dancing, Doug. Seven is fine." Amy teased. Amy and I ate the hottest Mexican food I have ever had the luck to be tortured by, and our dancing under the stars in the cobblestone courtyard will be a memory that I treasure forever. We walked down the river walk in the warm night, bathing in the moonlight, until we stopped under a huge tree. Amy's mouth opened to say something, which I never heard. The romantic setting had me in it's full grip, and I kissed her with all of my passion. She kissed me back with all of her passion, and it seemed like that one kiss has never ended. We took a boat back to the car, the car back to her apartment in some non-descript tower. Clothes flew off everywhere as she pulled me across the room. We ended up with my cock throbbing inside her, as she held onto the railing, grunting and shouting in ecstasy as we climaxed together. Only then did I realize we were twenty floors up. Amy kissed me again, and pulled me back inside to her bed. I think I finally quit dreaming six months later when we were married before a justice of the peace, no family, few friends. Our life settled down, but never became dull. With Amy, you never knew what was coming next. A year passed before Amy brought up the subject of a vacation. With both of our folks passed away, there was little family to go meet. But Amy had made close friends during her college days. She was six years older than I, and had learned the value of not letting go of people that you love. So she planned the trip, burning up the long distance lines, planning the first vacation of our marriage.We drove up to Betsy and Greg's house, and it took us all day on the road to do it. Amy had stayed with them the last few years of school, becoming really close to them. They met us at the door in their bathrobes, not unusual given the late hour, then pointed us to a small bedroom on the second floor, and asked us to keep it quiet because Ellen was studying for an exam. Amy would have none of that, attacking me like a lioness, her mane streaming in the hot humid air in the beginning of fall. The bed squeaked like it was being raped, and I finally convinced Amy to throw the mattress on the floor, where she screwed me and blew me into unconsciousness. Our sex life was simple, straight sex, the occasional blow job, the tentative eating of pussy. I'd had only three lovers before Amy, and nothing but straight missionary sex before I bent her over her balcony rail that first night. Amy was great, but I was not. Her passion for me made up for my pathetic performances. The next morning, I woke up, found the bathroom to shower and shave, stumbled downstairs to find some breakfast. Betsy was there, in a flimsy nightgown that showed off her slim frame and pointed tits. Her dark thatch of pussy fur was clearly visible. I really hadn't registered her age last night, but she had to be about forty. A model pretty blonde (who I later found out was Ellen) in a black baby-doll negligee sat down next to her. Betsy moved to kiss her, fully on the lips as she slid her left hand to caress Ellen's full, round breasts. After a few moments, they settled down to breakfast, and I made my entrance. "Good Morning, Betsy." I said warmly. "Good Morning, Doug! Doug, this is Ellen. She's our Co-ed this year. Her body reminds me of Amy's, don't you think?" Betsy teased, waving Ellen up to turn around. She did have a similar build, but she wasn't a real blonde. I noticed that both of their nipples were stiff, and the welcoming scent of hot pussy mixed with the smell of waffles and syrup in the most delicious way. I was just getting ready to say what I had in mind. Amy appeared and said "Ellen doesn't compare to me, and she doesn't compare to you, Betsy. After all, Betsy, you were the one who taught me that each woman is an individual, an experience in her own right, unique in the Universe." Amy also wore a black baby doll, and Betsy greeted her the same way she had Ellen. Ellen didn't seem the least bit jealous, but she and Betsy were unhappy with me! "Doug, your manners are horrible." Betsy pouted as she pulled off my wife. Amy chimed in "Yes, Doug, how impolite of you. You didn't kiss them Good Morning? Please make up for that immediately!" "Yes, Doug. We deserve a good, long, wet one!" Ellen added lustily. I kissed Betsy. Her small, agile mouth fluttered over mine, teasing me. Her hand grabbed mine firmly, forcing my hand to cover her breast, where her stiff nipple drilled into my palm. I got really turned on, then the kiss seemed to fade, as Betsy swatted me on the ass playfully and pushed me over toward Ellen. I kissed Ellen. Her lush, full lips swallowed my mouth with their softness, her tongue seemed to melt like butter into my mouth. Her full breast was just as soft, like a pillow, nowhere near as firm as Amy's. Her stiff nipple moved around like a puck on a hockey rink, like there was almost no support for it. Ellen moaned as I kissed her, and neither Betsy or Amy intervened in our long, deep, wet kiss that lasted for several minutes. I played with her nipple, rolling it between my thumb and forefinger, making Ellen gasp. She finally broke off our kiss, running upstairs, making me wonder if I'd done something wrong.Amy grabbed my belt, yanking me down in the chair, and plastering her mouth on mine. I grabbed her and pulled her atop me, cupping her full breasts with both of my hands, my tongue frantic in her mouth. I realized things about my wife I'd never noticed before. Her mouth wasn't as soft as Ellen's, or as firm as Betsy's. Her firm globes dwarfed Betsy's tiny tits and would outlast Ellen's in the war against gravity. I was shocked when Betsy pulled her off of me! "No preferential treatment in this house! Kiss me the same way!" Betsy demanded, as she drilled her pointed breasts into my chest, kissing me deeply, running her hands through my hair, making me hotter but bringing me back under control at the same time. As she pulled off of me, Betsy reminded me "Just because she is your wife, don't take liberties! Whatever pleasure you give in this house, you must share. Speaking of which, I better go check on Ellen." She bounded up the stairs two at a time, and I found Amy was busy with breakfast, pouring waffles and coffee. I guess it took the coffee to clear the fog in my brain. Amy had lived here for several years. It was obvious she had been the Co-ed for Betsy and Greg. The thought of Betsy greeting her each morning like she had greeted Ellen this morning started all kinds of lewd thoughts in my brain. I didn't bring it up, and Amy didn't either, so we went through the day that way. We went to the college, saw her favorite professors, checked in on the computers, made contacts for recruiting for the company later, and generally had a great time. We went home and had a quiet dinner. Ellen wouldn't look at me until dessert. When she did, I was sure she thought I was for dessert. Ellen cleared the table and Greg escorted Amy out into the living room. Betsy took me. Greg and Amy started tickling each other, then Ellen snuck up and started in on me. Betsy helped her, and they made quick work of subduing me. Amy was atop Greg as they tormented each other's bodies while Betsy and Ellen made me shiver with their light caresses. Greg reached up under Amy's dress to pull off her panties, and then Ellen smothered me in a kiss while Betsy ripped off my pants and underwear. Given access to my cock, she took her agile mouth and quickly sucked me hard. Amy and Greg were kissing deeply as he stripped her of her dress and bra. Ellen added her soft mouth to sucking me, so Betsy pulled off her clothes, then pulled off her own. Betsy spread her dark muff above my face with her fingers, saying "OK, Doug, it's time to finish the cream of wheat you made at breakfast!" Greg wasted no time impaling my wife on his cock. Amy bucked on him as they kissed, and I could tell they had been lovers. He knew exactly how to touch her, knew every single place on her body that gave her pleasure, and he used them all to drive her to madness. Ellen had impaled her soft pussy on my throbbing rod, thrusting her hips, rubbing the soft lips of her pussy back and forth on my groin as she moved herself up and down the length of my shaft. I lost my timidity about eating pussy, Betsy's sweet taste filling my mouth as I licked along her dark slit, doing the best I could to make her little love nub happy. Greg and Amy had switched to doggy style to watch us, Ellen riding above me with her soft body, taking my boner deep inside her with every thrust of her hips, Betsy riding my tongue with her wet pussy, kissing Ellen as she rubbed Ellen's soft boobs. They spasmed and moaned above me as I neared my climax, then I heard Greg grunting and thrusting as he came in Amy. I came, thrusting deeply into Ellen, my moans and cries completely absorbed by Betsy's dark muff. Greg lifted Amy up and carried her up the stairs in his arms. Betsy and Ellen dragged me up to our room. Somehow the three of us all fit on that small double bed. We made that bed scream for hours as we made love. Betsy told me later it was my punishment for leaving her and Ellen so turned on that morning. They had consoled themselves with each other and their toys, plotting and scheming for that night. When I thought I could no longer perform, I sat in the chair and watched them make love to each other. I found I could perform again. Several times. That next morning, I got up early enough to meet everyone at the breakfast table. Greg greeted all the women, then I greeted each of them, then they greeted each other. The women went shopping while Greg and I went to a baseball game. On the way home, Greg pulled up to a titty bar. We spent the next several hours having lap dance after lap dance of the finest women the establishment had to offer. I was a little drunk when we left, I'm not sure about Greg. We got home to find the whole house dark. We could hear moaning upstairs. Greg said "As I expected." Amy's face was muff deep in Betsy, Betsy's mouth was servicing Ellen's soft pussy, and Ellen was obviously driving Amy wild, licking into my wife's cunt, splitting her open like the jaws of life were prying her legs apart. They were each cumming so much I thought they'd blow a gasket or something. Greg laid down behind Amy after he stripped his clothes off, stroked himself hard, and plunged his cock into her pussy. She shuddered, but didn't react in any other way. Greg motioned me to come join them. I stripped, stroked myself hard (which was not too difficult, watching Amy eat Betsy's dark gash, her pussy gushing like she'd struck oil!) and plowed into Ellen's soft, slick channel. I came quickly, and found that Greg was already stroking his cock by the side of the bed. I took the other side, watching their tongues slide through each other's slick snatches, quivering with excitement and orgasms. When I could stand it no more, I filled Betsy's small slit as she pulsed around me, while Greg stroked his shaft into Ellen's cum-slicked hole. We lasted for a long time that way, delirious with lust, until we grunted, driving ours cocks as deeply as we could into their pussies to drive out their lesbian lust. We failed, and the women remained in their carnal embrace, quivering with climax after climax. Greg and I rested, watching them lick each other's cunt's, bringing every hidden passion to the surface, sharing the secrets of womanhood we could perhaps never comprehend. I looked at my wife's cum soaked quim, glistening with her oils as Ellen's soft mouth and slick tongue shared the most intimate of kisses. My cock again rose to hardness, and I filled my loving wife with my shaft, drilling her with my tool. I'd never felt her pulsing around me in orgasmic frenzy before. Every stroke brought thrusts of her hips, the clenching of her muscles, the very walls of her pussy spasming in climax. I thrust inside her with everything I had left, giving her the best fucking to date of our entire marriage. I climaxed, saw stars, and passed out. When I woke up, it was the next morning, and I was all alone. I showered, shaved, and padded down the stairs. I properly greeted all the ladies at the breakfast table, but there was a tinge of sadness to each of their kisses. During the breakfast banter I found out we had to hit the road right after breakfast, in order to make it to the next town on our itinerary. Ellen had to go back to school tomorrow, Betsy back to work, and Amy had other plans for us. I didn't tell her that I wouldn't have minded staying the full two weeks until we were already a hundred miles on down the road, their soft kisses and passionate goodbyes lingering in my mind. Greg had said his goodbye before he left for work. I didn't ask Amy what they did to say goodbye. I'm not sure I would have been able to handle it at that point. My mind was still reeling from what we had done and what my wife had shared with me. When we got to Gus and Carol's, it was already dark. Gus took our bags in by himself, your standard stocky biker with long hair and a beard. Carol was his petite wife, maybe 5"2", 105 Ibs. soaking wet. Her hair was blonde, brunette, and redhead, or at least stripes of each. She had the biggest tits I'd ever seen on a woman that small, maybe 34D cups, which exploded out of her tight leather bikini. They swept us inside quickly, poured a couple of beers down our throats, changed our clothes into the biker style clothes they scrounged up for us: Amy in a halter top and denim skirt, a tee shirt and leather vest atop baggy blue jeans and cowboy boots for me. We laughed and giggled the whole time. I swear Gus could have made millions as a stand-up comedian, and Carol was the perfect straight man for him. I hardly noticed the time pass until I slowly became aware that I was driving her bike down the road, with Carol's soft tits pressed into my back as she hugged me tight. We followed Gus and Amy to a small bar outside of town, parked in the "Motorcycles Only" parking lot on the side of the building, and went in the back door. Gus pulled me aside and said "You're Carol's bouncer tonight. Anybody gets too fresh with her, you take him outside. I'll take care of Amy." Gus took me to where two waist high boxes had been built in the floor, the floor inside parquet wood tile, with a chrome pipe that went up to the ceiling. Every three songs two new dancers would come out. The second set of songs, it was Carol and Amy. Just like the others before them, they stripped during the first song. The second and third songs they alternated between doing obscene things to the chrome pole, and collecting money from the men in the crowd. I saw that Carol had shaved her snatch, except for a small red heart shaped patch above her slit. Nobody got out of line, a glare from either Gus or myself being enough to make them take a step back from the side of the box, until one drunk guy tried to shove his money right into Carol's tight little hole! I pulled the guy up by the collar and had him outside so fast it even made my head spin. "Now what?" I thought to myself. I let him go, and he just rolled over and over, like he was practicing tumbling in a gym. Carol made money hand over fist after that, but they were real polite. Amy obviously loved all the attention from the crowd, letting them cop a feel as they stuffed the money in her garter belt. After three sets by Carol and Amy, it was time to go. Carol slid on the bike behind me, slid her hand right into my baggy pants, and said softly "You really know how to take care of a woman. I'd really like to thank you properly. But you better hurry. Gus is already on the road." I tore out of the parking lot, pulled a wheelie into second, and still was losing ground to Gus. Amy had pulled off her top, and was waving it like a flag for us to catch up. Carol pulled off hers, pulled up the back of my shirt, and pressed her tits right into my back. She unzipped my pants, pulled my cock out as she whispered in my ear about how much she wanted to suck my cock, which basically was yelling to be heard over the roar of the bike. I don't know about you, but having a pretty woman stroke my cock while yelling in my ear hows she's going to deep throat me until I cum in her mouth will always make my dick hard. So Carol stroked my stiff rod as we tried to catch them, but Gus and Amy disappeared down the tangled back roads. Carol made me pull over, and she got off to take a leak in the bushes. When she came back, she spread herself on the bike, tits pressed into the gas tank, her tiny ass in the air. "Want to fuck me Doug? Been thinking about how good your cock would feel in my tight little cunt? Fuck me now on the bike! Or have you been thinking about sinking your cock balls deep in my ass? There is a jar of lube in the saddle bag. Do me Doug! Fuck me now!"I filled Carol's impossibly tight cooze with my raging hardon. She would gun the bike, driving her clit crazy, as I fucked into her. Her pussy was so tight it was like thick rubber bands milking the cum out of my cock. I came in her as we shouted at the top of our lungs over the roar of the engine. I kept right on fucking her, not even going soft. Carol kept milking the climaxes out of us. When I finally did go soft, Carol spun around and gave me a blow job like none I've ever had in my life, just like she'd promised. She stroked my shaft, she licked me everywhere, even the cum and lube dripping off my balls. She sucked me all the way down her throat, tugging on my balls as she pulled back to nurse on the tip of my prick. I was hard again, but she would not quit. Sex had no speed except full throttle for Carol. I spun her around and drove my manhood into her, gunning the throttle and taking her for a ride to the stars. When I came again, she thrashed against the bike and passed out. I got her top back on, dressed myself, and kissed her awake. Carol hugged her tight little body so close to me on the ride home I thought she would have to be removed with a torque wrench from my back. Amy's Vacation Carol pulled me onto her waterbed, and blew me again. If anything, she'd gotten better! I stood by the side of the bed, pants around my ankles, unable to do anything except hold her hair in my hands and moan as she devoured my cock. She ate me alive, nibbling on my cock, licking me like an ice cream cone, then sucking me like she'd personally invented the vacuum cleaner to copy her mouth. I'd had more than my body could stand, and my knees buckled, so I fell on the bed. She just twisted around, offering me her tight slit. I ate her greedily, not caring that her thick fluids were much more pungent as they coated my tongue, not caring that I was gobbling down my own cum. We feasted on each other like that for a long time. Finally, I pulled Carol off me, pulled her into a doggy style, and started putting the boots to her. She grabbed a vibrator off the headboard, teasing her clit into cunt spasm after cunt spasm, which crushed my cock like Gus had crushed an empty beer can earlier. As I fucked her, Carol let loose with a torrent of dirty talk. "Fuck me! Ungh! Great cock! Great pussy fucking cock! Great ass fucking cock! Promise me you'll fuck me in the ass, Doug! Promise! My cunt needs you! My ass needs you! My mouth needs to suck your cock! Fuck me! Suck me! God you lick pussy good! Lick my pussy like that again and I'll beg you to take me home with you! Fuck Gus! That's what Amy's doing right now! Spreading her pussy! Sucking his cock! Fucking him until he can't walk! Fucking him until she can't walk! Make her jealous! Fuck me Doug! Fuck my mouth! Fuck my cunt! Fuck my ass! Ungh-Ungh-Ungh..." Carol starting twitching, her hips bucking, her back arching. When Carol finished her speech, we were both climaxing. She collapsed beneath me, passed out from the intensity of her climax. I rolled off of her and marveled at her tiny little ass. How could curves like that be on something no wider than the width of my spread hand? Was she serious about my fucking her in the ass? Why had she offered several times? The next day there still was no Gus, no Amy. I made breakfast in their tiny kitchen, and served it to Carol in bed. She blushed, unused to being treated that way, pulling the sheet up around her like a shy little girl. We talked about the time, years ago, that Amy was a stuck-up little prep school debutante. She had a rebellious streak, and took a walk on the wild side one night in a biker bar on a dare from her girlfriends. She ended up being fought over, and Gus won her. More than a year later, Carol's ride was beating her pretty bad. Gus beat the hell out of him, even did six months in County for it. In the meantime, Amy and Carol became very close. Amy left when Gus came back, moving on to finish her schooling. Carol swore that someday she would make it up to her. She sobbed in my arms, all the pain of the hard years flowed out of her, and she snuggled into my arms for protection. I could understand why Gus had beaten the hell out of that guy. Anyone who could treat a fragile flower like Carol that badly deserved worse, I concluded. Jim, a.k.a. "Joker" rode up just as Carol and I were becoming intimate. He told us that Gus and Amy were up at Carl's, and he'd been sent down to look in on us. Carol replied "Look away.", dropping the sheet. Jim's eyes bugged out at her naked body, and he started to stammer. Carol quickly said "Jim dear, there are openings in my body enough to satisfy both of you!" Jim looked at me, I shrugged, and spread Carol's pussy with my hand. Jim came up and started sucking on her nipples, and Carol turned to kiss me saucily while her hand started stroking my crotch. After a few minutes, Carol changed to undressing Jim. She forced him to his knees with a steel hard grip on his cock, then started sucking his cock while she wiggled her ass back and forth. I left them long enough to go find the jar of lube from her headboard, slathered it all over my cock, and brought it back with me in case it wasn't enough. Carol was spreading her cheeks with her hands, showing me her tight butt's rosebud opening. She guided me inside her ass. I popped through the ring of resistance, and then I was inside her incredibly tight ass. You'd need a wrench to make it any tighter. Carol grabbed my ass to hold me close as she shifted positions, laying down on her side. She pulled Jim down too, pulling his short thick cock from her mouth and filling her pussy with it. We fucked hard and fast for two minutes. Jim came, and Carol blew his short staff back to full length. I kept a slow steady rhythm, and Jim was in her again, fast at first, then slow and steady, in direct counterpoint to my thrusts. Carol pulled my head over to kiss her, the pungent taste of her cunt mixed with Jim's salty jism swirling in her mouth. We fucked her as she screamed in pleasure into my mouth, shuddering and twitching as we both pumped our ball's loads of jism into her. Jim left before she woke up. I pulled Carol into the shower, and cleaned both of us very thoroughly with soap and water. We kissed and cuddled in the shower, but before we could go any further the water went ice cold and we both ran out shrieking and dripping on the carpet. Carol confided that Gus and Carl would probably not bring Amy back for a day or two. I suggested dinner, and so we dressed, got on her bike, and went to a fine steakhouse in town. Eyes were on us everywhere. I hadn't realized that Amy had put some of those tattoos that only come off with alcohol on my arms the night before, but everyone else sure noticed them. Carol was in heaven, being waited on hand and foot, and my prime rib was done exactly as I asked for once. We went back to the bar. Carol danced four sets, I bounced five guys. I don't know if Mondays are just wilder, or if not having Gus there made people think they could get away with shit, but my no-nonsense attitude quickly ended that illusion. I lusted after her every set, and even had a daydream that I was a chrome pole she was making love to, which she did very explicitly. When she was done, I slid her on the back of the bike and pulled a continuous wheelie until third gear. My cock throbbed in her hand. I raced down the road, eager to get to a secluded area. I took her there, on that giant vibrator, it between her legs, just as I was between her legs. I fucked her tight pussy five times, until she passed out. I'd almost forgotten I led a different life two days later when Amy, Gus, and Carl came through the door. Gus and Carl shook my hand, slapping me on the back like a life-long friend. Gus was embarrassed that I'd kept Carol working every night, making more money to boot. Amy was embarrassed about running off with Gus and Carl. I poured beers over their heads and told them to get over themselves. Gus and Carl couldn't stop laughing, Amy and Carol ran off into the bedroom. We got drunk together, laughed our asses off, and passed out. Late that night, I woke up to go take a leak, and found Amy and Carol in a deep sixty-nine, spelunking for spunk in each other's pussies. I was too tired to join them, and went back to the living room to crash on the floor. We left that day, after a hearty series of tearful goodbyes. Carol reminded me that I would always be her man. Amy tearfully reminded Gus that she would always be his woman. We all sobbed together until Gus made a wisecrack that left us laughing and crying at the same time. "Don't be strangers." was all Gus said as we drove off down the road. It took us the full day to get to John and Tina's. We went into their huge house, in a posh suburb, and frankly, it was a little intimidating. So was John. 6'7", 220 Ibs., built like a football player. Tina was his trophy wife, easily one of the prettiest women I'd ever seen up close. She grabbed me by the hand and took me out to their hot tub in the back yard. She stripped down, stripped me down while I gaped at her stunning body, and eased me into the tub. My body luxuriated in the hot water, then Tina slid in behind me and started rubbing my shoulders, my neck, my back. I was in heaven. She then paddled around in front of me, kissing me and stroking my cock under the water. We'd barely been introduced and she was in a full court press to have my cock inside her. It was only when I saw Amy, still in the foyer, on her knees sucking the biggest cock I'd ever seen, even in porn films, that I understood. John routinely had old lovers come back to see him. Tina had to neutralize the husband, so they didn't freak out when the big cock was exposed. Amy was certainly doing her part, I could hear John gurgling (or was that the bubbles of the hot tub?), his head thrown back as his hips thrust forward. Amy had a expression of pure bliss on her throat as she gulped down his sperm. Tina thrust my hard cock into her, she was much tighter than I expected for a woman who took that monster cock every night. She held me close as she fucked me. "You don't have to do this, Tina." I said gently. "I know. I want to. You have no idea how hot it makes John to see me rip the clothes off another man and fuck him. Drives him wild, makes him beg me to describe every technique you used on me. I can make him do whatever I want him to do to me and no power on earth can make him stop. Plus, sometime during the night your wife and I will exchange pussy kisses while being filled with your marvelous cocks. I will cum so much tonight I won't remember what a name is, much less my own." I pulled her off of me, spun her around, and sat her down on my lap again. My hands covered her bullet shaped firm breasts, her nipples stiff as cardboard, as I slowly fucked her. "Like this? Good. What do they do next?" I asked Tina. "Oh yes. That's very good. See him stare at us? She has him half hard. She must be very good at sucking cock. Takes me twice as long." Tina pouted. "Oh, yes she is. Very good indeed. Even more talented between a woman's legs I understand. I'm hoping she will teach me all her best tricks." Tina said "When do we get to see her naked? She's pretty." "My guess is once John is hard, she will torment him for awhile, then slowly strip while she sucks him, to make his fucking last." I said. "John would love that. He can cum again and again. He can last all night. Gives some of the guys a real complex." Tina bragged. "Amy is the best fuck he'll ever have. She could take both John and I fucking her all night long and still lick your pussy until dawn." "Ooh, I love the sound of that. Are you gonna cum soon?" Tina asked as she furiously stroked my cock, trying to make her wish cum true. "Not at this pace. You're a very, very beautiful woman Tina, but I've had a week full of all out sex. It's going to be awhile." I informed her sadly. "Well then, I suggest we take this party upstairs." Tina urged. Amy had stripped John, laid him on his back on the rug, and was slowly posting up and down on his huge shaft. Tina just extended her hands to them and pulled them off the floor, forming a naked conga line which led to their massive upstairs bedroom. Their canopy bed swallowed the four of us, Tina and Amy driving their tongues into each other's wet pussies as they spread their legs for us and pointed with their hands for our cocks to fill them. John tried to stuff his massive prick into Amy all at once, but she guided his cock with her hand as Tina licked her without any respite or slack. Amy quivered as he stroked into her. I filled Tina's hot quim with my own cock, proud to please her with my shaft. Her hips started bucking as a wave of climaxes tossed her body. John and I traded off between Tina and Amy. It was just like with Betsy and Ellen, with one less woman. The jism we sprayed in them was like honey to their tongues. It made my cock so hot to feel John's spunk in Amy's slick slit. It made their cunts so hot to slurp out our spunk from each other's reddened slits. They teased their clits with their tongues, twitching and quivering like madwomen. The competition with John made me last longer than I otherwise could, or maybe it was an entire week of practice. I sprayed my spunk in thrust after thrust into Tina four times. I exploded, in mind shattering climaxes, bubbling blob after blob of scalding sperm into my sweet wife Amy three times. I could finally do no more. Tina pulled off of Amy and spread herself over her husbands face, making him lick out the last tiny taste of the sperm we had deposited into her. Amy was tossing herself around like a rag doll on his huge cock. I crawled off to sleep in the guest bedroom. Tina woke me up in the morning, supported me into the shower, and slowly blew me hard while the warm spray poured down my back. Facing into the spray, she had me mount her exquisitely shaped ass, drilling her as her breasts were pounded by the spray. I climaxed in her as my finger on her clit triggered her orgasm. She left me to drown, late for work. Amy and I went out for breakfast. I told her about Tina's bragging, and mine in return. Amy proposed that we do exactly as I said, take one woman each night and screw her until she wasn't able to get them hard anymore. Count the number of climaxes and declare the winner. She wanted to be first of course. Tina extended her idea - "Let's have the other woman be oral first aid, get the men hard again, clean them off, tease any carelessly forgotten clit with her tongue. We will flip a coin, tails goes first, heads gives head. By the way, only verified climaxes count, either visible sperm or tasted sperm. You're hot stuff Amy, but I'm sure I can lick you!" Amy and I went out shopping, and for the first time in our marriage, we talked openly about sex. We talked about what we had done in the past week. We talked about what we had done before we met each other. I seemed like an uptight prude next to the lurid erotic explorations of my wife. We teased each other about what we wanted to do, with John & Tina. Amy told me how long she had wanted to share herself fully with me. I remembered in shame all the times I had shut her down, denied one of her erotic suggestions. I was determined not to interfere with her pleasures anymore. We took John and Tina out to dinner. Tina and Amy both wore elegant black dinner dresses, while John & I wore our Brooks Brother's suits. Tina scooted in the booth next to me, Amy across the table next to John. We shared an appetizer, feeding each other, licking off each other's fingers as the cheese ran down. We laughed, we drank two bottles of wine between us, we had the time of our lives. We were teasing each other about eating too much as we walked up the long sidewalk from their circular driveway into their huge house. Tina pulled a Susan B. Anthony silver dollar from her purse, and put her finger to her lips saying loudly "Shhh! We now find out whether Amy is head or tail." The coin flipped over and over in the air. Time stood still. We all held our breath. The coin bounced three times, and finally settled down. Tails. Amy nearly passed out. Tina stomped off to the hot tub. John picked up Amy and carried her up the stairs. I followed them, pulling off my suit. John put Amy back on her heels when we got to the bedroom. I pulled off her heels, unzipped her dress, as she and John kissed. I stripped her, fondling her legs, ass, and wet pussy. Her full breasts were pawed by John as she stroked him hard. I looked at her ass, thought of Gus and Carl, and I knew what I wanted to do. I found the lube on the headboard, greased my pole, and moved over to lube my wife's cornhole. Amy was on her hands and knees, ripe little ass waiving in the air, as she did her best to deep throat John's big shaft. His cock stretched open her mouth, just like it did her pussy, taking her to her limits. I slowly fingered my wife, up the ass and up her cunt, rubbing her clit with my thumb. She moaned around John's massive meat salami, my cue to fill her with my meat. I pulled her onto her side, filling her backdoor with my rigid shaft. It was a perfect fit, as tight as could be. John added himself inside her, driving my wife wild. We were giving her all the cock that would fit inside her, fucking her slowly, tenderly, yet insistently and unmercifully taking our pleasure from her body, just as she took hers from us. When I came in my wife's ass for the very first time ever, I saw stars. It took at leat a minute or two to recover, before I finally pulling out of her. I heard the buzzing of a vibrator, turning my head to see Tina, naked, wet, and spread in the chair, nuzzling her furry mound with her shiny plastic friend. Her eyes were only half open as her climax thrashed through her body. John was grunting into Amy, and she quickly returned to her oral assault on his cock. Tina surprised me by pulling me into the shower, cleaning me off thoroughly with soap and water, then sucking me into a brick-breaking hardon. She patted me on the ass, shoved me out of the shower, and took a five minute tour of joy with her shower massager. I returned to my wife, eager to fill her again, finding her astride John's huge rod, her ass spread just to tempt me. I plunged into her rear, tipping her forward. John and I really fucked her then, alternating strokes, sometimes stroking her together, as Amy mumbled obscenities that I could never quite make out. We spasmed, we shook, we trembled, our muscles straining. We came. We blasted our come into her, spurt after spurt. Tina was right there, sucking on John, as Amy rolled off me to return to reality. Amy's body was glued to mine like her kiss glued her sweet lips to my mouth. She took those sweet lips to the job of blowing John as he wobbled in front of her. Amy revived John quickly, her reddened slit eager to fuck him again. Tina pulled me off to the shower again, as John's big rod filled Amy again. When we came back, John was filling her cunt doggy style. Tina was down on her clit in a flash. I impulsively filled Tina's slit with my hard cock, but she pulled me out with her hand and guided me to my wife's mouth. Amy sucked my full length, driving me crazy with pleasure. For the first time in our marriage, I knew what really loving Amy meant. So it went for two days. Tina started her night out in the hot tub, then brazenly took both of us in the huge master bedroom shower. Tina liked it wet, and she collected enough special sauce to serve furburgers for a week. Amy kept us clean and hard, while Tina took us both, in every opening of her model pretty body. Women that pretty should not be able to screw like that, but they do. Otherwise I wouldn't have Amy. After several days and nights of screwing ourselves to death, Amy and I said goodbye to John & Tina. We drove back halfway home, to a little bed and breakfast. We checked in, we rested, we recovered. Our genitals were shredded and sore. On the third day, Amy came to me dressed in her black negligee, kissed me good morning, and served me breakfast. I hungrily ate the sweetest pie I'll ever taste. Amy had tube steak for breakfast, and we gently made love to each other all day. We had six more days like that, never the urgent, athletic sex we'd had with the couples in the week and a half before, but a deeper, slower, more sensuous lovemaking. We talked of our fantasies, our experiences, our love for each other. Amy has given me the responsibility of designing our vacation for next year. I have some ideas... What do you suggest?