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.
