David Takes a Vacation

"There's one question answered," she said, looking directly at Mr. Happy.

"I like the way you think, Amy. This is a way better idea than the hot tub," I responded, climbing up on the bed and laying next to her.

"Did you think the evening would end up like this?"

"Honestly? No, but I was definitely open to the idea."

"So you admit that you had ulterior motives for inviting me to dinner?"

"I'll admit that I hoped I'd get to know you better and then see what developed."

"Touche."

I leaned over and kissed her on the lips, lightly, once and then again. Her perfume was light and a little spicy. I'd have to find out what it was and buy a bottle – I liked it. Her mouth tasted of muscat. I kissed her again and she put her arms around my neck, pulling me close. I wrapped my arms around her body and pulled her even closer as our tongues and lips began exchanging information of a carnal nature.

Amy pressed her belly against me and I enjoyed the sensation of her warm soft flesh against my hard cock. She apparently enjoyed the contact too because she moaned into my mouth. Later, as we lay twined in post coital languor, I would learn that it had been several years since Amy had last enjoyed sexual intercourse, which explained her lack of patience at this point in the proceedings.

Amy forcefully pushed me over on my back, swung a leg over my waist, gripped my cock in one hand, aimed it at her pussy, fitted the head to the opening, and wriggled her way down until our groins met.

She groaned the whole way down – it was almost spooky. The sound was part growl, part moan, and all need. Her eyes were tightly shut; her face a mask of concentration. When she had all of me inside, she looked down. Her hands went to my chest as she leaned forward. Then she began to move her hips. Up and down; slowly at first savoring every inch of contact, trying to make it last. But she couldn't help herself. Her hips had a mind of their own and they decided to push the pace. Soon she was bouncing up and down on my dick at a fairly rapid rate.

Me? I was just along for the ride. I kept up with her stroke for stroke. I had a sense that she was working toward some sort of emotional apotheosis or catharsis. Her eyes closed again and her face wore a grim expression full of lust and highly distilled emotion. I could feel her juices trickling down across my balls on every down stroke and hear the sluicing sounds of slick flesh coupling and decoupling. Her strokes were getting shorter and her breath was a series of arrhythmic gasps until, with a cry, she plunged down and held me deep inside.

She went into a paralysis of pleasure; her entire body went rigid and I felt her internal muscles clamp down hard on my cock and then ripple rhythmically massaging my entire length. She was, to put it mildly, "cumming."

I pulled her torso down to me and started vigorously pumping my hips, slamming myself against her. She was practically shouting "Oh! Oh! Oh!" until I covered her mouth with mine and we kissed hungrily. Her orgasms were arriving one after another like train cars behind a speeding locomotive. My arms were wrapped around her crushing her against my body, pinning her in place as I pounded her pussy. She pounded right back. Our timing was great and we fucked like a well oiled machine. Finally, she broke the kiss.

"OH GOD! OH MY GOD!" became her mantra for about a minute before she pulled herself away from me and rolled off onto the bed. She lay there panting, her chest (and a lovely chest it was) heaving, her body shaking with the aftershocks of pleasure.

I rolled toward her and turned her face to mine for a kiss. My hands gently stroked her heaving flanks, causing her to twitch as if I'd delivered a mild electric shock.

I did *not* say anything like "was it good for you?" In fact, I didn't say anything. I kissed her mouth, her cheeks, her forehead, the line of her jaw, and down her neck to her breasts, to which I paid some (belated) attention. She moaned as I tenderly kissed and licked her left breast leaving the turgid nipple wet and shining as my mouth moved southward. There were beads of perspiration on her belly and I savored their salty tang. I worked my way back up to her chest, which was no longer heaving, and leaned across her body to pay tribute to her right breast this time, kissing and licking the nipple to rigid attention. Eventually my mouth wandered back to hers and we kissed passionately.

She smiled. She stretched languorously – a movement so feline in its grace that I half expected to hear her purr.

"Thank you, David. I needed that."

She pulled me back down for another kiss. Then she felt my still hard cock poke against her outer thigh.

"Oh!" she said, breaking the kiss, "You're still hard. Did you cum?"

"Not yet, you sexy woman, but the night is young," I replied, with a Groucho like waggle of my eye brows. She giggled.

"Well, put it back in. I want you to have as much pleasure as you gave me," she said.

"How could I refuse such a graciously worded invitation?"

I knelt between her legs. I grabbed Amy behind her knees and pushed her legs up and apart, opening her tender grotto to my gaze and my cock. Her inner labia were swollen and colored a deep burgundy. They shone in the dim bedroom light with a heavy coating of her exudates.

"Put it in," I said in a low voice.

She took my cock in her soft hands, moaning as she felt its hardness and the throbbing of my blood flowing through it. She put her hand to her mouth and gathered a little saliva which she then transferred to the deep red helmet of my steaming stalk. I moved forward and she guided me to the vestibule of her sex notching the head just inside. She let go and I pushed slowly sheathing myself in her hot wet channel.

"Ahhhhhhh," I breathed savoring the satiny wetness of her tight vaginal walls. She was amazingly tight for a woman her age and I wondered, briefly, if she'd had any children. Or, if she'd had some surgical help, as many women do these days.

These were, as I said, brief thoughts. I was now, with Amy's permission, focused as much on my pleasure as hers. It had been several days since I'd last had sex and since I'd used the Master PC to give myself the libido of a teenage boy that was like an eon.

I pushed her legs farther back until her knees were almost even with her chest. She was wide open to me now and I was fucking almost straight down into the seething cauldron of her pussy. I closed my eyes and began to bang her like a cheap drum.

Our preliminary bout had not sated my new lover – far from it. She had a backlog of orgasms to collect and I was the delivery boy. She responded enthusiastically to my lovemaking pushing her pelvis against me on every stroke, grunting like a sow as I pounded her, pushing air out of her lungs in spite of her compressed diaphragm. I knew she would not last long in this position and I quickened my pace.

Amy's mouth formed a wordless, almost soundless "Oh" as I went into overdrive. My balls spanked her anal opening on each stroke with a wet "slap." They were full and needed to be emptied.

"Cum for me David," she gasped through clenched teeth as another climax overtook her. "Give it to me. Give me your cum, baby."

I complied.

"Here ... it ... COMES! Take it! Take it! Take it" I cried as my internal plumbing released a torrent of semen into her waiting receptacle. Fireworks went off in my head as she milked me with her (obviously) well trained pussy muscles. For a moment I feared that I would lose consciousness.

There is absolutely no feeling in the world that can compare with having your dick buried balls deep in a wet, willing, climaxing pussy. This moment reminded me why I loved sex so much.

After the first few blasts of man goo, I began fucking Amy again, delivering a fresh load of semen on each stroke. There was no room for all this liquid in her channel and it was forced out around my cock to run down her ass crack and drip on the duvet cover.

I let her legs go. They flopped onto the bed like a rag doll. I slowed my motion, sliding my still erect cock gently in and out of her overflowing center. Leaning down I claimed her mouth once more kissing her deeply and thoroughly as the last twitches of my masculine plumbing sent a final trickle of seminal fluid to join the flood. I flexed my cock inside her. She moaned.

"Oh my god," she whispered.

"I'll second that," I said, smiling down at her. My cock had started to shrink, losing some of its hardness, but it was still substantial as I moved it back and forth through her tenderized tissues. Each movement brought a gasp of pleasure. God I love women.

I pulled out of her with a plop and my now limp cock fell wetly onto my thigh as I moved off of Amy and lay down next to her again. She rolled into my arms and we lay thus connected in post coital contentment.

"Thank you," Amy said.

"You're welcome," I replied, kissing her. There was the faintest suspicion of tears in the corners of her eyes.

She put her head on my chest. We lay quietly like that for a while. Every now and then I felt a shudder go through Amy's body.

"Are you OK?"

"Yes," came the muffled reply, but I could tell that she'd been very quietly weeping.

I rolled her onto her back so that I could see her face. The tear tracks were there just as I thought they'd be.

I kissed those tracks, kissed the end of Amy's cute little nose, and kissed her on the lips.

"I never thought I'd ever enjoy myself like this again," she whispered.

"But now you are, and you will," I replied, kissing her again.

"Yes. I *definitely* will," she said with a growl.

She pushed me over on my back and crawled on top of me, kissing me again and again; her passion's fires clearly not banked for the evening.

Her mouth moved down my neck, paused for a moment at my chest, and continued down across my belly to my crotch, which was, to say the least, a mess. My admiration for Amy Lucella increased even further as, without any hesitation, she began to lick and suck my sticky, slimy, cum coated cock and balls. "Lick and suck" is really not an apt description. This woman was hungry and I was the buffet. My cock roared back to life; fully, throbbing, erect in seconds.

Amy pounced on my slimy dick gripping the base and sucking it like it was the last lollipop in the candy store. Her combination of eager sucking and fisting soon had me bucking my hips up off the bed.

"Turn around," I gasped.

Amy stopped her enthusiastic cock gobbling for just a moment and then twisted her body around throwing a leg over my torso and presenting me with the appetizing site of her freshly fucked quim. I pulled her hips down so that I could get at the creamy treasure. This also had the affect of aligning her throat with my cock. I plunged my tongue into her gash as I pumped my hips up off the bed, essentially "spit roasting" her. She grunted around her mouthful of cock as I went to work on her pussy with my lips and tongue.

For a while the only sounds in the room were the animalistic noises of two people having sex; wet, hot, dirty, lusty, nasty, sloppy, sex.

I dug into her gash with my tongue, rooting around in all her folds, nooks, and crannies, leaving no square centimeter unexplored, while Amy did her best to swallow as much of my vorpal sword as she could manage. She was rocking back and forth pushing her pussy into my face and then pushing her face onto my cock. I grabbed her hips and pulled her down to me. I fastened my lips on her clit and lashed the little nubbin mercilessly with my tongue. I worked my fingers into her crack and managed to slip one into her pussy and one into her asshole, which still had a liberal coating of our combined spending from the previous bout of love.

Her head came up off my cock like a trout taking a mayfly, and she screamed. It was primal and visceral. It was high and loud and long. A flood of juices cascaded down onto my face and into my waiting mouth as she exploded in her most powerful orgasm yet. Her thighs repeatedly clamped themselves around my head. She fucked my face with her gushing pussy. She was gasping for breath like an out of shape distance runner.

And then she collapsed like a marionette with cut strings. I managed to roll her off me and swing myself around so that I could check her condition. She wasn't dead. Even in the dim light that came from the open bathroom door I could clearly see a pulse throbbing in her neck. Her mouth was open. Her breathing was still rapid. It was as if her nervous system overloaded and her brain had just gone on break.

Her body was completely relaxed, muscles bereft of instructions from headquarters. I put my arms around her and just spooned her, gently stroking her right shoulder and upper thigh, waiting for her to come around. My cock was still an iron bar between us, nestled in the small of Amy's back.

"Ohhhhhhhh," Amy sighed as she came out of her post orgasmic fugue. "What happened?"

"I think you came," I murmured into her nape as I nuzzled her with my lips. She giggled. It was a delightful sound in the quiet room. I kept nuzzling.

"Mmmmmm...that's nice," she whispered.

She pressed her back more firmly against my cock.

"Well, what do we have here?"

She moved her body so that my cock slid between her ass cheeks and rubbed against her puffy pussy lips. She reached between her legs, adjusted her position slightly, and suddenly my cock was sliding into her warm, humid, depths once more.

"Ahhhhh," I sighed, enjoying the feeling of being surrounded by her warmth and the gentle friction Amy created as she moved slightly back and forth. I adjusted my own position for a better angle and then began a complementary movement of my own – more of a counterpoint, actually. It was a leisurely fuck, as fucks go, sort of like a light dessert after a heavy meal, or a tot of Grand Marnier.

I casually stroked her breasts and strummed her nipples with my fingers as we moved back and forth in our carnal pavane. The air around us was a fug of sweat, semen, pussy juice, and pheromones. Neither of us noticed the odors but they acted as a potent stimulant to our lovemaking.

"Mmmmmm...this is nice, David, it's been too long since anyone made me feel this way," Amy said.

"Galahad to the rescue again," I whispered, nibbling on her right ear.

We maintained our slow sensuous pace for a few minutes. Our arousal was building once again and I decided to move things along a bit. I rolled Amy over onto her belly, moving with her so that my cock never left the warm wet confines of her pussy. I put my legs outside of her hips. This gave me some freedom of movement. She cocked her hips up a bit and spread her legs a little and we began to fuck more vigorously. The head of my cock was hitting her G-spot on every stroke and I could tell she liked this because she was moaning continuously and giving occasional yelps of pleasure as I hit the mark. She was rapidly climbing the stairway to orgasm and I was enjoying the feeling of her warm, wet, interior gripping and releasing my tumescent phallus.

I continued to spear her pussy with my cock, hitting Amy's g-spot on every stroke and it wasn't long before she started cumming again, only this time, there was something extra.

"Oh my god! Wha-wha-what's happening!" she babbled. There was more, but why write it all down? It was rather repetitive. Her whole body shook but not because she was sick. It was more of an Ariella-Fererra-type-shake that started with her feet and worked its way up her body.

Her pussy clamped down almost painfully on my dick and she released a flood of girl cum. She ejected my dick from her grotto and her hands flew to her pussy mound as her sex-quake continued. I knelt patiently between her legs while she rubbed her pussy and continued to spray the bed (I was going to have some explaining to do to the housekeeping department). When her spasms abated a bit, I plunged back into her steaming valley and resumed ravaging her tender tissues.

"FUCK!"

Hearing that curse word coming from her lips was extra erotic. If she said "cunt" I was going to cum for sure. Ordinarily, I don't like it when women use coarse language in conversation. Frankly, I don't like it that much when men talk like that either. But, during sex? That's a whole different ball game. When a woman loses control to the point where she'll say words like "fuck" and "cunt" it really gets me.

Her face was buried in the duvet cover but her moans and incoherent attempts at speech were still audible as I pounded her with long hard strokes. I could tell she was wearing down, her physical and emotional reserves waning. I slowed the pace. I moved us back to the spoon position we'd started in and just held myself inside her, my arms around her, my mouth at the sweat covered nape of her neck, gently kissing her.

She was sobbing again. I was gentle with her, but I didn't pull my cock out of her quivering pussy. I kissed her neck and gently stroked her trembling flesh.

"S-s-s-s-sooooo long," she moaned. "It's b-b-b-been s-s-s-s-so long. I-I-I-I-I-n-n-n-n-never dreamed..."

"Shhhh," I said. "Just relax and enjoy."

She relaxed. Boy howdy. In a few moments, she was asleep. That was a new one for me. No woman, in my experience, had ever fallen asleep while my cock was inside her. For a moment my pride was wounded, but then I grinned. I thought about that old juvenile ditty about "Molly Brown."

There once was a woman named Molly Brown Who said no man could screw her down. Then along came Piss Pot Pete, With 49 pounds of hangin' meat. The next morning they found her in bed, Her cunt caved in, Her ass all red. And that's the Story of Molly Brown Who said no man could screw her down

Well, I didn't have "49 pounds" of meat, but what I did have I knew how to use. I slid it out of Amy's humid depths and lay there next to her listening to her breathing. After while, I fell asleep myself with a smile on my face and that old ditty on my lips.

I awoke sometime later from a wonderful dream. In this dream my cock was engulfed in something warm, wet, and purposeful. It felt wonderful. It was Amy. She was laying across my belly and she was giving me one of the most delightful blow jobs I'd ever experienced. Her soft hands were riding a layer of her saliva up and down my cock in concert with her hungry, sucking, mouth.

She must have felt me stir. She pulled her face out of my crotch and half turned to me, her face partially veiled in a brown cascade of hair.

"I want you to cum in my mouth, David. I want you to empty your balls in my throat."

Mere words lack the capability to express the way it sounded when she whispered those two sentences to me. It was a guttural. It was animalistic. It was feral. It hinted at a hunger that could only be sated by my doing what she asked and promising dire consequences if I did not.

She had obviously been working on me for some time judging by the pool of her saliva that had run down my crotch and onto the duvet cover (once again I had a fleeting thought that I was really in for it when housekeeping got a hold of this!). So I was pretty far along, in terms of arousal, already. Her words and the way she uttered them were like gasoline on a fire. She attacked my cock with her mouth and hands. Strange mewling sounds came from her throat. It was like she was dying of thirst and had finally found a well but was having trouble getting the water to come out.

I closed my eyes, arched my back, gripped the back of her head to hold her in place, and let go. Well, "let go" is a rather mild term for what happened. She DID ask for it. Ever see a Peter North cum shot? Hah! As prodigious as his ball snot blasts are, they are nothing compared to what I produce when I'm really aroused. Any protein deficiencies Amy might have were about to be taken care of for the next week.