BEE-5880

Nymph In Full Glory

by Mark Farris



Chapter 1
One week in June ...

Carol Prince was enjoying the warm, sunny afternoon at her home in Diamond Harbor. She was sprawled on a lounger, soaking in the rays, and watching her husband, Tom, swimming in their pool.

Carol's thoughts were on the party she was hosting that evening. She was mentally going over all the last minute details, making sure she had all the little preparations taken care of. Her good friends and neighbors, Bruce and Paula Clarke, were coming over for their weekly gathering and Carol was really looking forward to it. She had been hot and horny all week in anticipation of the party.

The weekly parties had been taking place for over five years. Carol's thoughts turned to delicious memories of past gatherings. A lot of sensuous and exciting things had happened. When the parties first started there had been three couples participating on a regular basis: Tom and Carol, Bruce and Paula, and Ken and Diana Adams. And, for one brief week, there had been a fourth couple, Bob and Jennifer Hanlin. But the Hanlins decided that the parties weren't for them and dropped out. And now Ken and Diana had moved to New Hampshire and were no longer around to participate, so that left only the Princes and the Clarkes to carry on the tradition.

Thinking about the forthcoming party and watching her husband's fantastic body gliding in the water as he swam his laps made Carol squirm in her lounge chair with the warm tinglings of pending lust. She closed her blue eyes and let more memories drift into her thoughts.

So much had happened. Carol and her friends had spent the last five years pursuing hundreds of sexual adventures, exploring new, sensual experiences and experimenting with passions and sexuality. The parties had been the keys and their imaginations had been the doorways to new sensations and feelings. They had been the elite of the swinging community of Diamond Harbor, and they had transcended the rest to form the ultimate sex club -- The Sexgamers! Now, even though there were only two couples meeting to play the love games and swap sex mates, the gatherings were still going strong.

Carol thought about the past weekend. Bruce and Paula hosted a Sunday afternoon party by their pool. Carol had been watching the couple swim and romp together in the clear, sparkling water, when they had embraced and stood up in the shallow end and Bruce had entered his Wife right then and there, taking her hard and fast in the hot afternoon sun and churning water.
Carol bounced in her lounger as she remembered, her naked body responding with her fantasy. She peered over the top of her sunglasses and watched Tom for a moment as he worked out in the pool.

Tom and Carol had been married for six years, and their relationship was strong. They had met in Canada when Tom was a business student at Young University and Carol was a sassy young girl looking for a thrill. Tom met her in a bar and fell in love with her almost instantly. She was rich and young and beautiful and later, in Tom's bed, she proved to be a sex-kitten on the loose! She used her body to give Tom the most stimulating and memorable night of his life.

Tom was young and rugged and had been around, but he had never experienced anything like Carol before! She was so lovely. Her long auburn hair framed a face of innocent beauty, but there was a twinkle of mischievousness in her eyes and a knowing smile would part her full lips letting the world in on her secrets. Her body was flawless. Her breasts were firm and proud. Her waist dipped in and flared into curves, forming smooth hips and long, shapely legs. Her ass was incredible! Round and firm and bouncy. Two cheeks of mouthwatering butt-flesh divided by a deep crease that pointed towards her most private, intimate region. Her cunt! Her warm, wet, tight pussy that would open and swallow Tom's manhood and wrap around and stroke it, like velvety fingers, urging him on to take her.

Their second night was spent in Carol's penthouse, a plush, ultra-expensive apartment overlooking the city. She had a meal catered and then she made love to Tom again, and it was even better than the first time.

She was the best he had ever had. Soon Tom became Carol's loving slave. He wanted her so bad it ached and he would do anything for her.

They lived together for two years before getting married, and when they finally tied the knot, it had been almost a political thing. Carol's father made Tom a new executive in his company in New York, and the couple married and moved to the suburban commuter town of Diamond Harbor.

Tom had been twenty-six when he married Carol and she was twenty-four. They were now thirty-two and thirty, respectively, and they were still as active in sex and body games as they had been six years ago when it had all started.

Tom was a business graduate with honors and his strong physical character allowed him to adapt easily to the constant drive it took to work in a large corporation. He had worked hard and advanced quickly until, just this past year, he had been made president of the company.

Tom had a fine staff of vice presidents to handle most of the routine work, but he still had to devote a huge amount of his time to business. His erotic adventures with Carol had to suffer, but he still made it a point to attend all the weekly gatherings with the Clarkes.

Her mate was incredible and Carol couldn't even imagine having another man. He dove into everything he did with lust and gusto, whether it was business or pleasure, and his appetite for adventurous sex and love games was almost insatiable.

Tom had left his home in Michigan at the age of seventeen to join the Navy. He had been taught the joys of innovative sex and erotica while stationed in Hawaii by some of the local working girls. He became very, very good with his body and adapted the lifestyle of the Island natives, keeping fit and ready for action at all times.

After three years in the Navy, Tom moved to Toronto and went to college. He worked hard to graduate with honors and then he met Carol and his future was set in one passionate night of impossible pleasure with this beautiful young woman.

There would never be another girl for Tom, he literally worshiped Carol. For him, she was the ultimate woman bringing all his fantasies to life. His entire purpose had changed when lie met her and possessed her in one incredible night of love.

Carol watched her man swimming in the pool and her mind pondered past lusts, and her hand went into her sex. She couldn't control herself. She had to release some of her passion. She moaned as a sudden thrill shot through her body when the hand started rubbing.

She watched Tom's fantastic body in the pool, his muscles working like a sleek panther's as he swam his laps. His impressive cock flopped over as he turned in the water and worked his way back toward her. His hard, muscular buttocks clutched and quivered enticingly above the water line as he kicked through his swim.

Carol stuffed three fingers deep into her cunt. She just couldn't wait any longer. She arched and rose in her chair and put the other hand between the brown cheeks of her derriere and one finger found it's way into her asshole. She began to grind and squirm as she pumped the two hands in dual masturbation, digging and gouging out her pleasure.

Tom swam one more hard lap and as his work-out came to an end, his wife achieved her climax on the lounger. Tom heard Carol cry out her passion and he rested against the edge of the pool and watched her enjoy her orgasm.

When it was over, Tom grinned up at Carol and she smiled down at him. She sighed through one last, little spasm and her body shivered with delight and relief.

After they had both caught their breaths, Carol asked, "Is everything ready for the party tonight? Can you think of anything we haven't done?"

"I still have to go to the store and pick up some snacks," said Tom. "I'll be leaving in a few minutes."

"Then I think I'll go take a shower," said Carol and she stood up and walked to the house. Tom watched her move. She was so beautiful in the nude! Her fantastic butt was flushed and rolling with the aftermath of her pleasure. Her back was straight and her hips swayed. She always walked like a princess!

Tom sighed. He was delighted that Carol was his woman.

Paula Clarke was working on her new book. She was sitting at the table by her pool busily typing the manuscript of her latest erotic novel. She stopped for a moment and looked into the distance, thinking, then she smiled and began pounding at the keys again.

Paula had been writing sex books for seven years. She had produced over fifty titles in that time, all about the swinging sex scene and modern culture of romantic fantasy. She never ran out of material. Each week the parties and gatherings served to add to her storehouse of sensual knowledge and act as fuel for her work.

Paula's novels were very popular among the sophisticated sex set. Each new book was anxiously awaited by the men and women who liked to try out all the luscious pleasures Paula revealed to them. Her novels were talked about at parties and meetings of swingers, and whispered about by the hot and horny housewives who read them and masturbated to foaming orgasms while their hubbies were at work. In the evening, the men would read her books, and she would soon have them stroking off with her masterful use of erotic fantasies.

Her series characters were based on herself and her husband, Bruce, as well as her friends, Tom and Carol. Their names were Bill and Gail Summers, and they were ultra-swingers, always looking for new sexual thrills and a good time. Paula had seen her heroes through countless adventures, giving them incredible pleasures to experience in the process. And, as fantastic as it would seem to the people who would talk to Paula about her work, over ninety percent of her writing was based on true experience!

Paula loved to swing. She couldn't get enough. Like her heroine, Gail, Paula was always eager to fuck. She was an extraordinary woman and never had any real problem fulfilling her desires. Her short, blonde hair framed a very pretty face. Her ample breasts swelled proudly in front of her. Her waist was narrow and her slim figure curved nicely into long, smooth legs. Her juicy bottom was round and high and bounced wonderfully when she walked. The fur on her crotch was as light and yellow as the soft hair on her head, and would part to reveal coral lips and a delicious hole that led into a tight, warm channel. Paula had a perfect cunt and really knew how to use it. She had given terrific fucks to a lot of men with that quim.

Paula was secretly in love with Tom Prince. She had been having erotic fantasies about him from the day they had met. Paula loved to visualize Tom when she was writing a torrid love scene between her heroine and a man. She liked to place herself in the girl's position and dream of Tom using her, taking her, possessing her. Paula loved fucking with Tom, and she was usually able to have his cock at least once or twice a week thanks to the parties.

Paula had been participating in the sex parties for the past six years. She and Bruce, were the ones to bring Tom and Carol into the action. They had "partied" with their other neighbors, Roy and Sally Simms, for a year before the Simms moved away. Shortly after, they had met Tom and Carol and knew that a new relationship was not far away.

Sure enough, the young Tom and Carol didn't disappoint them, and soon the two couples were meeting regularly to exchange mates and embark on exciting pleasure sessions. They became notorious sexual adventurers through Paula's self-publicity campaign, and for the past five years the sensual thrills and intense passions they shared had been non-stop!

Paula sat in the afternoon sun and thought about Tom Prince. He was so luscious! His body was sleek and muscular, like a sexy animal. Just the sight of him made Paula shudder. God! He fucked like a pro!

Paula's husband was also a fantastic specimen. Muscled and tan, his fine body never ceased to give Paula pleasure. And when the two men were together it drove Paula wild!

Bruce Clarke walked out of his house and joined his wife by their pool. Paula looked up at him and gave off a little involuntary shudder. He just looked so beautiful in his small, tight bathing briefs. Paula just wanted to jump up and strip off her bikini and let him take her right then, on the grass. She wanted him. Wanted to feel his power as he slid into her, plunged his thick, hard cock into her wet pussy and fucked her!

But the party was tonight, and Paula knew she should save it.

Bruce was handsome and sexy, but he had a different outlook about sex than Tom Prince. Bruce wanted sex all the time! He loved to fuck, more than anything, and, once he started, he couldn't stop. He was almost always the first one to reach a climax at the parties, unless the virile Tom was trying to beat him in a race. Where Tom had complete control, Bruce had pure, raw, sensual lust. He was like a mink when he got going with a woman, humping and stroking to fast completions, and Paula loved it! Carol Prince also loved using Bruce for what he was, a talented, potent, virile sex-man! At first, Carol tried to teach Bruce control, but he soon proved her to be wrong in trying to change him. He wouldn't be altered, and his sexual style was only enhanced by Carol's efforts. He was very happy with the way he was, and he never tired of his sexual lusts. Now Carol had learned to use Bruce for the fantastic lover he was and she enjoyed him to the max!

Paula was now so horny that she could hardly control herself. She wanted to tear off Bruce's bathing suit and suck his hard cock, and then let him pump it into her cunt and up her ass and spend the entire afternoon in sex with her man!

But the party was tonight.

Paula knew that Bruce would gladly damn the gathering and take her in quick, hot passion. He was always ready! But Paula wanted her body to be ready for the activities of the evening and she also wanted Bruce to be in top form.

So Paula crossed her legs and gave a little sob and tried to think about her work. But it gets pretty tough when your work is erotica, and turning people on also gets your own juices flowing. Poor Paula sighed and gave off a tiny shiver of pending lust as she turned her attention toward her writing chores. She had been in the middle of a very hot piece for her new novel, and it excited her greatly.

In this passage, a man was having sex with his wife on a raft. It was her heroes, Bill and Gail, going at it again!

Paula read over the scene:

"Bill reached out and spread the cheeks of Gail's ass apart and the little, puckered hole peered out at him. He aimed his long, greased dick waving before him with excitement, and then pushed. His wife's asshole opened and accepted him easily and literally sucked the length of his throbbing pole into the sweet, tight channel of her rectum. Bill plunged in to the hilt!

Gail gasped when she felt her husband's hard length enter her, and she groaned out loud with her pleasure. He was so big! He just never ceased to surprise her. No matter how many times he had taken her, shoved his huge cock into her body, she just never really had enough of it!

Soon Bill was stroking in and out of his wife's butt. Gail responded, pressing back to receive his fuck, taking her own glorious pleasure in return."

Paula put the pages down. She just couldn't take any more. She was soon going to go off by herself, cream all over the inside of her bikini! She had to relax.

She looked over at Bruce again. God, he looked good! She just wanted to let him fuck her right nova up her own asshole like Bill was doing with Gail, Paula loved to butt-fuck!

But, somehow, Paula controlled herself. She stepped over to the edge of the pool and dove in fog a cooling swim.

The water helped a bit, temporarily taking the heat out of her loins. She climbed from the pool and padded over to her outside shower. She pulled the cord and let the warm spray wash over her body. The heat soon built up in her cunt again.

Now Paula wanted to masturbate. She wanted to reach into her bathing suit and stroke;herself off with a few good diddles on her ditty. She automatically constructed a scene in her mind, about Gail who never would have hesitated in giving herself pleasure.

She rinsed her body thoroughly. She rubbed her wet sex and a tingle of urgent excitement went charging through her body, telling her that she had to have some. She had to do it! She sighed and gladly gave in to her pleasures. As her busy fingers did their work, her lush rump bounced and pounded against the tiled wall of the shower. Gail called out in passion. She crouched down and her legs trembled as her big moment arrived. Her body began to speed towards release. She needed it. Needed to come!

"Oh ... God! I ... I ... oh ..."

Paula could hardly control herself. Her needs were at the point of being overpowering. She cried softly as her body ached with a hot passion wanting release.

It was only a few more hours until the party, but it seemed like an eternity to Paula.



Chapter 2

Tom and Carol made all the little last minute preparations and were ready for action by the time of the party. Bruce and Paula were prompt as usual. All exchanged greetings; the ladies kissed and moved into the Prince's living room. They spent the first few minutes catching up on news and neighborhood gossip.

Carol noticed how Paula was acting nervous and fidgety. She figured what her friend's problem was. She had seen it in Paula before. The blonde bombshell needed some fast sex. She had herself hot and ready for the party to the point of near explosion. Once, when they hadn't started the games fast enough to get the edge off for Paula, she had called out softly and sunk to the plush carpet as her twat orgasmed all by itself. Then Paula had reached for herself and shamelessly masturbated in front of the others.

In order for that not to happen this evening, Carol decided to hurry and get things started. She stood up from her chair and said, "I guess we should get started ... it looks like everyone is ready for action" Carol quickly stripped off her shirt and slacks.

Bruce gasped when he saw the neighbor lady's beautiful body revealed to him in all its naked splendor. He never tired of seeing Carol Prince in the buff.

Bruce felt his cock begin to swell in his pants. He squirmed and tried to move into a position that was more comfortable. Carol saw her friend's plight and smiled. She was flattered that her body could have that effect on Bruce.

"Why don't you get undressed, honey," she said to Bruce. "You'll be more comfortable"

Bruce stood and was quick to comply. He tossed his clothes into a neat pile in the corner. His big, swaying dick sprang into view when he removed his briefs and Paula gasped out loud when she saw it.

Naked, Bruce turned and took another look at Carol and groaned out loud. His prick jerked and throbbed visibly and a huge gob of lube-juice bubbled out of the hole in the tip. He took his dick in his hand and stroked it a few times.

"Oh!" he gasped. "I've been ready all day! I can hardly wait!"

Carol swayed over and reached down to feel the power and hardness in Bruce's cock. Paula gave off a little moan from the couch where she was sitting and watching. Carol saw her squirming in her seat and said, "Paula, why don't you get naked with us? You'll feel better."

Paula quickly stripped-off her blouse and jeans. Her hand suddenly shot to her crotch and started to rub and Paula shuddered all over as she gave herself an instant climax.

Carol, who was still fondling Bruce, saw the look of sheer relief wash over Paula's face, and she laughed. "I guess you did need some attention."

"Carol!" Bruce suddenly jerked away from her grasp. "You better stop or you're gonna get a hand full of cream!"

"My!" said Carol with a grin. "You two sure came to this party prepared!"

Tom was the only one still dressed. He stood from his seat and said, "I guess it's time for me to get into the mood, too."

"Mood ... or nude, darling?" asked Carol.

"Both"

Tom quickly undressed, revealing his hard body and long cock. He stroked it a couple of times, bringing himself to a full, raging hard-on.

"There," he said. "I'm ready"

"That's obvious!" said Paula.

Carol walked over to a coffee table and took a shoe box full of folded papers. "Shall we swap for the first game?" she asked.

"Sure," said Bruce.

"Great!" said Tom, who was always anxious to dip his staff into Paula Clarke's tender holes.

"Okay," said Carol. "The men will take turns drawing from this box. The object will be to accomplish the written directions in the least amount of time. Paula and I will take turns keeping time while the men battle each other, then we will take our turns while the boys keep time."

"Sounds good," said Tom. "Why don't I go first and show everybody how it's done?"

"Go ahead," said Carol, handing the box out to her husband.

Tom stepped over and selected a card at random. He read it and grinned.

"Read it out loud, darling," said Carol.

Tom read: "Fuck with your partner until you have a climax."

"Who wrote these?" asked Bruce.

"I did," said Carol. "I made them up this morning."

"That figures ..."

Tom walked over to Paula and smiled. "Shall we?" he asked.

"You bet!"

Paula quickly laid down and spread her legs invitingly for Tom. Bruce gasped as he had a quick glance at his wife's open cunt before Tom Prince mounted her and slid deeply into her.

The couple on the couch began to fuck with force from the first plunge. They did it expertly, taking and giving with hot passion.

Bruce groaned as he watched the action. His cock ballooned with desire and felt like it was going to shoot off all by itself at any moment.

Carol kept time by watching a stopwatch. She knew that it wouldn't take the couple on the couch long to reach their finale. She was right.

In moments, Tom began to administer the long, sure glides in and out of Paula's quim that were the signal of his impending climax. He clutched at the girl, bracing himself, and his hips shot forward with a new found force.

"Oh ... baby! Carol! I'm shooting! I'm shooting!"

"Let's see it!" said Carol.

Tom quickly yanked his discharging prick out of Paula's hole and let the others see his wet prize happening.

"Time!" shouted Carol, stopping the watch at under two minutes. Tom pressed his cock down onto Paula's smooth belly, getting the rest of his juice out there. It shot out in copious spurts, smearing on her stomach and tits.

"That's going to be hard to beat," said Carol to Bruce. "You better be good."

"A piece of cake!" stated Bruce.

Tom finished his orgasm and stood from Paula. "Sorry," he said to her. "I shouldn't have done that." He quickly got one of the available towels and tossed it to her so she could clean off his cooling spunk.

"All right, Bruce," said Carol. "It's your turn. Pick a card."

Bruce eagerly complied. He looked at the card and groaned.

"What does it say?" asked Tom.

"Fuck in your partner's mouth until you come," read Bruce.

Carol walked over and handed Paula the stopwatch. Then she went to Bruce and knelt down in front of him. She looked up and smiled into his eyes and said, "I'm ready when you are, lover."

Bruce aimed his pecker at Carol's mouth and waited patiently for Paula to give the signal. The blonde let her husband suffer for a moment.

"Come on!" he said, his patience waning.

"Begin!" yelled Paula, and Bruce pushed forward and plunged his staff into Carol's mouth.

Bruce was mightily aroused. No sooner had the lips wrapped around his cock and Carol started blowing him, than Bruce grabbed at her head and released himself.

Carol's eyes went wide with surprise and she began gulping. Bruce filled her mouth with his hot cream until it overflowed and dribbled down her chin. This made it obvious that he had reached his goal in no time at all. There was no question that he was coming!

"Time!" shouted Paula. "Jesus Christ! Fifteen seconds!"

"Your drownin' me ..." gulped Carol, still swallowing the discharging jizm.

"Oh, damn!" sighed Bruce as his spasms of pleasure began to subside. "I wanted it to last longer ... I didn't get all my juice out!"

"Shit!" said Carol, falling back on her haunches and letting Bruce pop from her mouth. His love cream was drooling from her lips. "You almost killed me!"

"What do we do now?" asked Paula.

Carol wiped her face with a towel. "We obviously win the first round," said Carol. "Your over eager Bruce came through again. Now it's the ladies' turn, and you get a chance to even the score"

"Fine," said Paula. Carol held out the box and the luscious blonde woman drew a card. "Oh ... it says, have an orgasm by anal sex!"

Tom grinned from ear to ear. His pecker was again hard and ready and he would love nothing better than to stuff it up Paula's ass!

"Bruce keeps time," said Carol handing him the watch.
Paula knelt on the sofa and lifted her lovely ass, preparing to accept Tom into her asshole. Tom stepped up behind her and no sooner had he placed his hands on the girl's hips, aiming to plunge in, than Bruce said, "Start!" He was anxious to see the action.

"Jesus ... I wasn't ready, yes ..." said Tom but he pushed forward and his staff was swallowed up Paula's rump.

Paula gasped. "Uh! Ooooooo! Bruce ... you shit head! I wasn't ready... oh!"

Tom began stroking in and out of Paula's ass in a way that was exceptional for the others to watch.

"Carol ... can I use my hand?" asked Paula.

"No," said Carol. "You have to go off by the ass fuck."

"Damn!"

Still, it didn't take the hot Paula long to finish. She pushed back against Tom's legs and shook with an obvious climax, and Bruce called time! Tom also got off again. He threw his head back and cried out in triumph as he burst inside of Paula's ass. Then the blonde fell forward and collapsed on her belly as Tom withdrew his prong , from deep inside her anal canal. Both swingers were drenched with sweat and shaking with the aftermath of their sex.

"How long?" asked Paula, still lying on the carpet.

"A minute and a half," said Bruce.

Paula grinned. "Not bad!"

"We'll see," said Carol as she pulled a card out of the box. She was now more than ready for her own fun.

Carol read the card she selected out loud. "Fuck to a climax with the woman on top."

Bruce immediately laid down on the carpet, his hard cock sticking lewdly up from his loins.

"I see my partner is ready," said Carol with a grin. She set the direction card down and walked over to the waiting sex-man. She stood over Bruce, one foot on each side of him, and crouched until her pussy was only a fraction of an inch from the tip of his dick.

Bruce's cock jerked, eager to plunge itself into the waiting cunt hole. It drooled shamelessly, becoming slippery with pre-cum; it swelled to even new proportions.

With terrific hunger, Carol looked down between her legs at the throbbing cock. Paula was teasing her ...

"Come on, Paula ... give the signal!" pleaded Carol.

"I'm setting the watch back to zero."

"Fuck the watch!" shouted Carol. It was almost a sob. "Just let us start!"

Paula smiled and saw how Bruce's cock looked like it was about to shoot it's spray right into the opening of Carol's twat before it even penetrated. She shrugged and took pity on the horny pair and said, "Okay ... Go!"

Carol instantly dropped down and sucked Bruce hungrily into her cunt. His cock slid up as he arched and bucked, then glided back out as he almost reluctantly pulled away from her. Then only the very tip was inside of her when he felt the throbbing sensations of a climax shoot through his shaft, and he desperately pushed back up. He wanted to be all the way inside of her when he shot!

Carol was drawing back, getting set for a nice, hot fuck, when Bruce grabbed her hips roughly and pulled her down onto him, impaling her on his full length. Then she felt him jerking inside of her, and the hot, wet results of his stroke coating her channel.

"Oh ... I'm coming!" called Bruce.

"Not yet!" pleaded Carol, but it was too late. Bruce was getting off.

Carol braced herself on his pectorals and began bucking and pumping and writhing. She was going for her own reward, hard and fast, trying for a win.

In a few moments, Carol called out, "I'm blowing! I'M BLOWING! OH! I'M COMMMMMIIIIINNNNNGGGGG!"

She had a powerful orgasm that shook her entire body with its tremors. She clutched at Bruce until she was thoroughly spent, then rolled off of him.

"How ... how long?" Carol gasped.

"Shit! "said Paula. "Less than a minute."

"You're obviously the winners," said Tom and he walked over and kissed his wife on the lips.

The next session of sex was to be a free-for-all, but first, Carol served a little snack. Paula went into the kitchen and helped her friend set a buffet.

The swingers helped themselves to the food and took their plates into Tom's den. Paula sat next to Tom on a leather couch. Everyone was still naked and when she snuggled next to him, Tom began to react.

Paula looked at her neighbor's great body and remembered what she had written that afternoon. She squirmed slightly as she realized that she was still horny. Her pussy began to tingle.

Paula took a carrot stick off her plate and set the rest of her food down on an end-table. She stood up and stepped directly in front of Tom.

"Do you like carrots, Tom?" she asked.

"Sure."

"Well, then ... eat this one." Paula parted the lips of her pussy and stuffed the carrot stick deep into her hole.

Tom immediately leaned forward and buried his face in the neighbor lady's snatch. He vigorously began nibbling on the carrot stick and Paula's quivering clit. The feel of Tom's tongue, lips and teeth working simultaneously on her cunt drove the blonde wild.

"Oh, Tom ... yes! Eat me! Suck me off!"

Watching Tom eat his wife from across the room, Bruce began to react. His sex tool grew strong and hard and he groaned with the churning in his nuts. He was seated in Tom's leather chair and he reached down to turn on the built-in vibrator. The chair started to hum and the vibrations sent thrills through Bruce's balls and anus, causing his cock to quiver with new excitement and drool with need. Bruce quickly flipped over and rubbed his pecker against the shivering leather, making love to the chair like it was a woman.

Carol saw what Bruce was doing and hurried over to him. She crouched down behind him and began kissing, biting and licking his rear end.

The vibrations combined with Carol's analingus quickly brought Bruce to the peak of passion. He struggled, trying to stand up, but when he pushed back it only drove Carol's wet tongue further up his asshole, and she took this as a signal that he wanted hotter mouthing.

"Uh ... I'm gonna shoot!" he gasped. "I ... I don't want to stain Tom's chair!"

Tom pulled his face out of Paula's snatch long enough to grin at his horny friend and say, "I don't mind ... go ahead."

Bruce went, "OH!" and pressed down against the leather cushion. Carol felt his hard buttocks quiver against her face and knew he was coming. "I'm shooting! I'm shooting!" he announced with gasps of joy.

Paula grabbed Tom's head and pulled him tightly into her box. Her legs trembled visibly as she experienced a delicious orgasm.

"I'm coming ... oh! Hot damn! I'm coming!"

Her climax went quickly. As soon as it was over, Tom stood and moved behind her and reached out to spread Paula's lovely ass cheeks. He was hard and past being ready and he eagerly inserted his cock into her butt.

Bruce and Carol watched as Tom took a wild and exciting ass-fuck in Paula. He moved hard and fast, quickly stroking to his juicy finish, then he pulled all the way out of Paula's ass, revealing his quivering, pumping cock to everyone, all swollen and dying to shoot off its hot load. He paused a moment, savoring the sensations in his body, then let his prick glide up between Paula's buns, like the studs in the porno flicks did when they were ready to shoot. Tom gasped and his prick jerked and spit its hot prize over Paula.

The flushed blonde felt the warm juice splash on her back and rump. She pressed back, using her rear mounds like hands to milk out all Tom's spunk.

Tom clung to Paula's hips until he had spent all his cum. When he was finished he gave her an affectionate pat on the rump and sat back down to finish eating his snack.

A few moments later, the girls decided to put on a little show for the guys. They were still hungry for more sex while their men were well satisfied. That was the way it went at a lot of sex parties, the men would be spent before the girls, leaving them to each other.

Carol laid down on her back on the floor and Paula crouched between her bent legs and began eating her. Carol went wild with passion and moaned and bounced on the carpet, hot and eager to explode.

It didn't take long for Paula's talented mouth to bring Carol to a climax. The brunette arched her ass off the rug and pushed her crotch against Paula's face. She held like that for long moments while she spent herself in Paula's face, filling the blonde's mouth with her creamy orgasm.

That was the last sex of the evening. Soon after Carol's oral orgasm Bruce and Paula began to get dressed.

The Clarkes thanked their friends for a stimulating evening. Paula kissed Carol on the cheek at the door and invited her over to her house the next afternoon for lunch and girl-talk. Carol gladly accepted the offer.

Tom walked out into the warm summer evening with his friends. He had put on a pair of shorts so he wouldn't give the other neighbors a scene to talk about.

Tom and Bruce laughed together and waved as they parted. They were the best of friends. They loved to meet in bouts of sexual combat, sharing wives and adventures. They were both happy and secure and there had never been any jealousy between them.

But, little did they know on that hot evening in June, that soon they would be clashing in a real, serious bout of sexual battles, which would threaten to ruin their relationship, permanently.



Chapter 3

The next day was a beautiful, sunny Sunday. Around noon, Carol Prince slipped into her tiniest bikini and grabbed a towel and headed next door to her friend's house. As she padded in her bare feet to the Clarkes, she looked out at the glistening blue waters of Diamond Harbor. Little whisps of breeze played with her long tresses and she smiled at how good she felt. She squinted against the glare of the sun, trying to see Tom's sailboat in the distance.

When she opened the gate and let herself into the Clarke's back yard, she saw Bruce standing poised on his diving board, ready to plunge into the pool. She waved and he grinned at her and leaped in a perfect jackknife.

Paula was sitting at her patio table, her typewriter and papers before her. She was just putting the finishing touches on her new novel.

"I'm looking forward to reading this one, like all your other books," said Carol as she sat in a chair at the table. She helped herself to a glass of lemonade.

Paula made a note on the final page of her script and said, "There ... all set to be mailed in the morning. I finished this one ahead of my deadline"

The blonde looked stunning in her tight, one-piece bathing suit. It fit her body like skin, revealing all of Paula's magnificent charms.

You just couldn't have found a more beautiful pair of women!

Carol reached over and picked the last two pages off Paula's manuscript and quickly read them. "Ummmmm," she said. "Bill and Gail going at it again."

"I like to end my books with the hero and heroine having a good fuck. After their adventures and all the sex they encounter in the course of the story, they take each other to bed and declare their undying love for each other with a nice, hot screw"

Carol laughed. "Paula ... you're an incurable romantic:”

Paula grinned as she poured herself another glass of the cold lemonade. "Well," she said. "My abilities to romanticize make me a lot of money."

"I've noticed that some of your works aren't all romance, though," said Carol.

"That's true. I base a lot of my work on you and Tom. Why not? You two are the most enthusiastic sexual adventurers we know"

Carol chuckled. "I'm flattered. But I still think we take a back seat to you and Bruce"

"Oh, I write about myself and Bruce, too. I use all of our erotic adventures. The parties we have each week act as fuel for my work ... but I still haven't figured out a way to use them as a tax shelter ..."

"I never thought of it before," said Carol. "I suppose our lives and life-styles are very interesting and stimulating for others."

"Sure," said Paula. "My publisher, assures me that my books sell like crazy."

Paula stood up and trod inside her house. In a moment she returned with a tray of sandwiches. "Carol ... were you very active, sexually, I mean, before you were married?"

Carol took a tuna on rye and a napkin. She smiled. "Somewhat. I was born and raised in Toronto, and I knew the seamy side of the town like the back of my hand. I dated a mercenary soldier once; he tried to sell me into slavery. Daddy had him shot for that. I suppose I had an active sex life ... but nothing like I have now:' Carol took a bite of her sandwich. "How about you, Paula?"

"Jesus Christ, Carol! Your father had a man killed?"

"Daddy's a very powerful man in Canada. He owns a dozen of the largest corporations there. He turned his only U.S. company over to Tom when we were married, and just made him president last month. It's the only company that daddy doesn't actually control."

"Wow! I didn't know all this ..."

"I don't talk about it much. I let Tom handle all the business while I handle all the pleasure ... and spend money. I'm a very happy girl ... or haven't you noticed ..."

The two ladies ate in silence for a moment.

"Well?" said Carol when she finished half her lunch. "How about it? Were you active in sex before you were married to Bruce?"

"I'll say! I quit college to take a job as a waitress in an exclusive yacht club in Hetherton. I met a lot of interesting men there, and I was coaxed into becoming a surrogate wife, a sex clinic nurse, a porno film starlet, an exotic dancer and, for a while, a hooker. You name it, and I did it ... when it comes to sex."

"Sounds interesting," said Carol.

"I think so. I plan on writing my memoirs some day."

"I can't wait to read them."

"Still, I think the best is right now. I really think we've reached the pinnacle with the Sexgamers. There just can't be any better sex than what we have right now."

"I love it, don't you?" Carol asked, smiling very sincerely at Paula.

"Yes, honey. I really do love it!"

The girls finished their lunch and talked, enjoying the quiet afternoon and the sun together. They talked about the usual Diamond Harbor gossip, like any two other housewives spending an afternoon together. No one would have been able to tell that they were notorious sexual adventurers and avid swingers by their girlish moods and conversation.

Carol saw Bruce stand up from where he had been sunbathing and stretched his fine body. She noticed that he had a hard-on in his briefs.

Bruce turned and trotted into his house, and Carol figured he was going to get dressed. In a few moments, she excused herself to go to the "powder room" and she went in after Bruce, with the hopes of getting a peek at his magnificent buns when he was getting dressed.

She went through the hallway and up to the Clarke's bedroom. She found the door slightly ajar. She pushed on it gently and peered inside. Carol gasped at what she saw.

Bruce was standing in front of Paula's vanity mirror. His bathing suit was pushed down around his calves. He was still holding a towel with one hand, and his cock with the other. He was indulging in a quick hand job!

Carol watched Bruce pump on his meat for a moment, then moved in to have some fun.

Bruce was no longer looking at his reflection in the mirror. The sensations in his cock had all his attention now. He was looking down at his swollen staff and watching it quiver and ripple with pleasure as his fingers stroked it. Suddenly another hand appeared and pushed his away to replace it on the throbbing staff of man-meat.

Bruce looked up and saw Carol Prince's reflection in the mirror. She was stroking him, masturbating him toward a quick climax, and Bruce was so into it that all he could do was moan and let her proceed.

Carol's able hand gave Bruce an expert stroking. In seconds she had him gasping and shuddering as he shot into the air. The foaming jizm splashed onto the mirror and Paula's vanity.

Carol continued to masturbate the prong through Bruce's climax. When it was finished and all the sperm was blown, Carol took her hand away. Her fingers were coated and dripping with sticky spunk.

Bruce quickly handed his friend a box of Kleenex. Their eyes met and probed each other for a moment, then Carol started to laugh, and Bruce joined her.

The incident had been very harmless. But it was the seed of the troubles to come.



Chapter 4

The next day, Paula paid a visit to Carol's house for lunch. While the two ladies were having coffee, Carol's mail arrived. In the batch was a package from Ken and Diana Adams, their old friends and sex partners.

The package included a cordial letter and a film clip. The two girls were very curious and decided to watch the Adams' movie. Carol set up her projector and put the reel on. Paula turned out the lights.

The screen lit up and revealed a picture of Ken. He was wearing only a small bathing suit and his body looked muscular and browned from the summer sun. The girls sighed when they saw him, remembering. He looked as good as ever.

Ken waved and turned his back to the camera. He pushed his swimming suit off and it dropped around his ankles. This presented the girls with a shot of his tight, hard ass cheeks, and they both caught their breaths at the sight of male buns.

Ken's hands began to move in front of him, and it was obvious what he was doing. His muscular buttocks quivered as he played with himself.

In a moment, Ken turned around, grinning. His cock was now long and hard and enflamed with desire. It throbbed visibly and drooled with his lust. He still held it in his hand, presenting it to the camera like an offering. The hand pumped again, giving the hot organ even more stimulation. He reached in back of himself with his free hand and gave his ass some anal arousal.

Both girls were now trembling and squirming in their seats.

"Oh ... do you remember how good that was?" asked Carol as the camera moved in on a close-up of Ken's cock.

Paula only sighed.

A very pretty woman with long, black hair walked into the movie and waved.

"Look ... there's Diana!" said Carol.

Diana Adams was wearing only a little skirt and a halter that hugged her magnificent breasts. She looked at her husband for a moment; he said something and she blushed. Then she gave a little nod and looked into the camera, an expression on her beautiful face telling that she was about to do something naughty.

Diana knelt down in front of her husband and lifted her skirt above her hips, revealing her lush ass. She presented Ken with her sex.

Ken Adams stepped forward and aimed his prong at his mate's slit. He looked into the camera, grinning, and paused, teasing the viewers. His pecker was only a fraction of an inch from penetrating Diana's cunt. The big meat was still throbbing and drooling and the head was swollen, and it looked like he was going to fire a shot of cream into the waiting hole at any moment, without even entering!

But then Ken grabbed Diana's hips and shoved forward and his cock was sliding in, all the way with one glide.

"Oh ... Jesus!" moaned Paula. "I ... I have to masturbate! You don't mind, do you, Carol?"

"Hell no! I'm gonna join you!"

Carol lifted her buns off her chair and reached beneath her dress and pulled off her sopping wet panties. She immediately started jerking off.

Paula followed suit. She unzipped her jeans and pushed them around her knees, followed by her panties. Then the gorgeous blonde began to hump and finger fuck herself to the tempo of Ken and Diana's fuck on the screen.

"Oh ... Carol! I'm about to come already!"

Paula quickly got herself off with a little shiver of delight.

"It's going to take me longer," explained Carol. "I jacked off this morning in my shower."

On the screen, Ken was really getting into his sex with his wife. His throbbing rod was stabbing into her wet hole faster and faster. It pulled out, almost to the point of withdrawal, then plunged back in deep. When it emerged again it was even wetter than before.

Stroke followed stroke until Diana Adams called out silently and shook with an obvious orgasm. Ken fucked her through the climax and after. He kept right on plowing her, giving himself his own joy. His eyes were shut and his handsome features were contorted, as if he was feeling exquisite sensations. Diana Adams' pussy gave nothing but exquisite sensations!

Paula finished her little orgasm and kept right on playing with herself. Carol turned and looked at her friend's lap, the fingers expertly rubbing on clit and stroking into hole. Paula loved to masturbate and was an expert at it.

"Honey?" gasped Carol. "If ... if you do mine, I'll do yours ..."

"O ... okay!"

The two girls immediately reached across for each other's cunt. Each girl's own hand was soon replaced with the other's and they began jerking off.

Ken was slowing his fuck down in the film, trying to postpone his climax, but Diana was really into it all and her ass was churning and grinding and pumping and her pussy was stroking and sliding and pulling up and down on Ken's dick, causing him to swell toward his big moment of release. He clutched at his wife, trying to make her stop, at least slow down, but it did no good.

Soon he just gave himself over to his pleasure and began driving into his wife's hole with force again, going for the finish. He stabbed faster and deeper and Diana felt him jerk and knew he was going to come inside of her at any instant, so she dropped forward, going flat on the ground. Ken's organ popped from her quim.

Ken gasped. His suddenly revealed prick jerked dry once and then shot a stream of cum straight at the camera. Ken had a look on his face of surprise and pleasure, his cock suddenly free and deprived of a pussy to shoot in. He grabbed himself in desperation and shamelessly finished the job, the subsequent spurts of his jizm splashing on his writhing wife.

Diana was also jerking herself through a climax. Her hands were buried beneath her body and her butt was lifting and falling as she pumped herself off. Her head lifted and momentarily revealed a look of exquisite pleasure on her face. Her lips were parted in a cry of passion and her eyes were closed tight.

Carol watched Diana's ass mounds churn through her ecstasy and she immediately arrived at her own moment of release. Her ass lifted from her chair and her body went taut as Paula's able fingers did their job.

Watching the couple on the film reach their orgasms together and feeling her friend's vagina quiver around her digging fingers with climax spasms was just too much for Paula Clarke. She leaped from her seat and dropped in front of Carol and started sucking her before she was even through with her orgasm.

Carol almost screamed with her passions. She pushed her hips forward and pressed her sex tightly against her friend's mouth and almost instantly after finishing ode climax, experienced another.

Paula ate Carol's pussy with joy and hunger, all the while working her own hands between her flushed thighs. Paula's box was heating up fast, boiling towards another release.

On the film, the two lovers were over their orgasms and standing side by side. They smiled and waved at the camera in a farewell, and the movie ended.

But the two women were totally oblivious to the film's finale. They were too wrapped up in their own hot sex to even know or care if the whole world came to a flaming end right then and there!

Paula came to her own wonderful flaming end as her cunt exploded in climax. She dug her hand in, holding and feeling the deep shivering tremors of her vaginal orgasm.

Carol pushed off her chair and dropped to the floor with Paula. The two girls kissed passionately for a moment and Carol tasted her own juices in Paula's mouth. Then she gently pushed Paula back and mounted the lovely blonde and began sucking her off. Paula's pussy was still shaking with her blissful come, even as Carol's tongue slithered in and her lips began sucking on the throbbing clitty!

Carol turned and offered her own sex to Paula to continue to suck off. The neighborly wife complied, pushing her face back into Carol's crotch where it belonged.

The girls ate each other expertly, hungrily, homily! They sucked and tongued cunt lips, and cuts, and assholes, and deep into each other's quims. They shared and experienced a dozen hot orgasms together, each as powerful and pleasurable as the last.

Finally, after two hours of sucking, tongue-fucking, oral masturbation, analingus and jacking off, the two women experienced one last shuddering, draining come together, and it was over.

"Jesus ..." gasped Carol.

"What got into us?" asked a flushed Paula.

"Ken Adams ... that's what!"

"I wish Ken Adams did get into me!" said Paula with a big smile.

Carol stood up on shakey knees. "I'll go make us some coffee."

"Good idea," said Paula, also slowly standing up.

Blonde wife followed naked brunette wife into the kitchen, both girls leaving their clothes in the heap where they had carelessly shed them in their lust.

Carol prepared a pot of coffee. Paula stretched her feline body and smiled.

"What's funny?" asked Carol when she saw the expression on her friend's face.

"Oh, I was just thinking. I wonder what the guys are doing now ... poor fellows! They have to work so hard on days like this when we can get together and spend two hours just fucking and sucking and jerking off with each other."

"Life is tough .." said Carol Prince.

Carol and Paula wouldn't have felt so sorry for their men if they knew what they were doing later that afternoon after work.

Tom Prince met Bruce Clarke on the street in front of their club and the two friends grinned and greeted each other and stepped into the alley behind them, to enter into The Backdoor Club.

It was called the Backdoor Club not only because you entered into it through a door at the side in an alley, but also because the girls who worked there specialized in taking it up the ass. It was an exclusive club. The men could work out, take a sauna or whirlpool bath, be massaged and have sex with a beautiful girl. Depending on the tip you paid them, the girls took it in their hands, mouths and, their specialty, up the butt. Never in the cunt! A fuck in one of the girl's twats was forbidden! Oddly enough, this was one of the things which made the club most exciting. Cunt fucks you could always get from your wife. But a nice, hot ass-fuck up some beautiful young girl's buns was very exciting!

The club was kept very private. It was open only for young, handsome, well-built and well-off men. Membership was very expensive, and so were the girls. But all the members thought it was worth it. They could go there after a hard work day and unwind in a dozen different ways, culminating in hot, interesting sex.

You were allowed to have your sex anywhere on the premises: in the showers, the exercise room, the whirlpool bath, the massage room, even in the locker room.

This was where Tom and Bruce saw their first sex taking place. They passed the receptionist's desk and waved at the pretty girl there and walked back into the locker room. There, on a bench, was a man who had been lucky enough to find a girl willing to let him use her. buns on the spot. The lady was kneeling on the bench and the man was standing behind her, stabbing her asshole eagerly with his staff.

"Looks good," said Bruce as he started removing his tie. "I can't wait to have mine."

"You never can wait," said Tom, removing his jacket.

The man using the girl suddenly thrust forward and groaned out loud with his pleasure. His tight buns quivered wildly as he came up the lady's rectum.

It went fast for him. He soon pulled his spent penis from deep within the girl's anal canal and reached for his wallet. He paid the woman and she left, counting her money while the man began to get dressed.

"That's what I call a quickie," said Tom.

The two men stripped and put on only a pair of jock-straps. Then they picked up their towels and headed into the exercise room.

Bruce Clarke was already hard and ready for sex. He had a hard time keeping his cock inside his pouch, it kept poking above the top and drooling shamelessly.

Tom laughed at his friend. "Looks like you're having a hard time buddy."

"Very funny," said Bruce who was trying to work out on the bench press. His pecker was sticking out and poking the straining muscles of his flat stomach.
But it was Bruce's turn to laugh when Tom suddenly saw a man hanging on a set of rings, his shorts around his swaying ankles and his prick deep between the lips of a beautiful lady. The man's muscles strained as he held himself up and came in the woman's mouth.

"Jesus ..." said Tom, and his own cock popped up and burst out of his jock like a hungry animal rising out of the earth.

Bruce laughed. "Now who's having a hard time, buddy?"

"God!" said Tom. "I ... I didn't know I was that horny!"

"Are you ready to find a girl?" asked Bruce.

"You bet!" said Tom. He reached down and tenderly felt his bulging meat. "OOOO!" he went as it swelled and grew even bigger at his touch. "I'll say I'm ready!"

"Good," said Bruce and he started looking for a good fuck.

In only a moment he came back with a pretty young blonde. "This is Alexis," he announced.

"Hi!" said Alexis.

"Hello," said Tom, a huge grin covering his features. She looked good!

"Alexis is going to bend over and let you make love to her up her ass, aren't you, Alexis?"

"For the right price ..."

"Don't worry about that," said Bruce.

Alexis gave a little squeal of delight and removed her tight little shorts and bent over, presenting Tom with her ass to use.

"Go ahead," she said. "Your cock looks slippery enough."

Tom pushed off his jock strap and kicked it away. He grabbed the girl's shapely hips and aimed. His manhood was suddenly plunging into her rectum.

"Oh!" he gasped. "She's tight and hot!"

As soon as Tom began his fuck, Bruce pulled off his strap and let his huge organ bound free. The blonde smiled when she saw it.

"You guys really have great cocks!" she said.

"Thanks," said Bruce and he pushed his "great cock" between her soft lips and deep into her wet mouth.

Now, while Tom was butt-fucking her in the rear, Bruce started face-fucking her up front. The two friends began to stroke in unison, thoroughly enjoying the girl. She knew that she was being had by two expert sex-men! She might even have a come of her own with these guys!

"This is great!" said Bruce, who was really getting into it.

"Nice ass," said Tom. "It's really milking my cock!"

Alexis tried to say, "You guys aren't bad, yourselves!" but, with Bruce's dick stroking in and out between her lips, it came out, "Woo dys ont bad, wooselbs!"

"What did she say?" asked Tom.

"Something about Woolworth's," said a passionate Bruce Clarke. "Oh ... I'm getting close. How about you?"

"Yeh..."

"Be, too," said the girl.

"Let's go off together," suggested Bruce.

The two men began stroking in the dual patterns of rising comes. Suddenly Alexis shivered with an orgasm and she reached for herself with a hand to rub her pussy through its delicious tremors.

"I'mb combinnnnn!" she tried to call.

"Oh ... Oh ... I'm awfully close," said Bruce, the passion he was feeling written all over his face. "I ... I don't think I can hold it ..."

"Here's mine!" called Tom as he pushed deep into the blonde's ass and exploded.

"Good!" said Bruce and he also went off, filling the girl's mouth with his spurting, hot cream.

Both men had long, draining orgasms which felt impossibly good. They lasted a long time, taking the edge off of them so they could continue to enjoy the services of the club without nagging peckers.

"Wow!" said Bruce as he finished his orgasm in the girl's oral hole. "That felt good!"

Tom pulled his spent cock out of her ass. "I'll say. I needed that!"

"Me too!"

"Me, too," said the girl. "I haven't had a come like that since this morning. You guys are good!" Then she added, almost as an afterthought, "I'll still need to be paid ..."

The men laughed, and Tom took the girl into the locker room where he left his wallet. "It's on me this time," he told Bruce. "You can get the next one."

When Tom returned, the men decided to take a quick shower. They trod into the showers and saw three men having what was obvious great sex at the "guess what holes."

The guess what holes were holes cut in the shower room wall that gave access into the girl's locker room next door. A horny man could push his cock through a hole and wait for attention, guessing what he was going to get; a hand job, a suck or an asshole. One man even claimed he once had a pussy through a hole, but everyone knew he was full of shit.

Tom and Bruce watched as the three men pumped and humped their cocks through the slots in the wall. One man suddenly stiffened and his male buns quivered as he came.

Bruce and Tom decided to take a bath. They went over to the Jaccuzi and slowly climbed in. The tepid waters felt good on their muscles and soon had their cocks ready for more action. When they finally climbed from the hot, swirling waters, they both had raging hard-ons.

One of the girls, a lovely redhead, saw this and went over to our boys. "Looks like you fellows could use some attention," she said. "How about a couple of quick hand jobs?"

Bruce looked over at Tom and shrugged.

"Sure."

"Why not!"

The lady smiled and beckoned them to move in close to her. The men complied, offering their hard penises to be stroked.

The redhead reached out and took them into her soft hands, Tom in her left and Bruce in her right, and began pumping.

"Oh ... I was ready!" announced Bruce. His cock immediately jerked as the girl took hold of it and the hot sperm boiled out, gushing over the girl's working fingers.

"Wow!" she said, in sheer awe. "You're a fast one!"

"And not famous for a lot of control," said a smiling Tom.

"Fuck you!" said Bruce, his cock still discharging gobs of spunk.

"Jesus," said the girl. "And potent, too!"

Bruce grinned proudly. "And that's my second one since I got here!"

"Don't bullshit me!" said the redhead.

Suddenly Tom's cock came alive in the girl's grasp and shot a wad of cream.

"... oh! ..." he gasped. "I'm coming!"

"That's obvious," said the lovely whore.

"It feels good!"

"It's supposed to ... that's the point!"

Bruce, who was now through blowing his load, stepped back from the girl and watched Tom's impressive orgasm.

"Shit!" said the girl. "Both you guys are great! Are you pros?"

"More or less," said Bruce.

"Oh ... what a come!" said Tom, his balls still pumping out their juice.

"We're the Sexgamers," explained Bruce.

"I heard about you guys ... and your wives! I read an article about you in The Swinger's Gazette."

"A friend of ours wrote it," said Bruce. "Ken Adams."

"Gee ..." said the girl, now excited about who she had just jacked off. 

"But ... you still gotta pay for it ... it's the house rules."

"This one's mine," said Bruce.

"Oh, yeh ...!" said Tom, now over his orgasm. "I paid for a mouth job and an ass fuck, and all you pay for is a couple of jerks!"

"So I owe you ..." said Bruce.

He took the girl to the lockers and paid her, then re-joined his friend. "What shall we do now?" asked Bruce. "More sex?"

"Sure. But this time we pay for our own."

They found a couple of pretty girls who were willing to fuck them. They knelt down side by side and the men got behind them, ready to enjoy dual anal sex.

"I think I want mine to sit on me," said Bruce as they shifted positions.

By the time his girl was crouched over his stiff rod and ready to descend, taking the cock up her ass, Tom was already inside his girl, fucking her like crazy.

"Hey!" said Bruce. "That's not fair!"

"I didn't know we were competing," said Tom.

"Well ... we're not. I just don't like to be left out!"

"Well get in and start your fuck!"

"Good idea," said Bruce and he shoved up and buried his ready prick between the mounds of his girl's ass.

Tom looked over and saw his friend's cock gliding in and out of the lady's buns, going deep up her ass and pulling way out. Bruce really knew how to fuck!

The men enjoyed long, hot ass fucking. They blew their goodies simultaneously, delivering warm, wet enemas deep inside their girls.

Bruce paid this time, and told Tom they were even. The men laughed and took long, soothing showers, then they got dressed and went home to their wives.



Chapter 5

"And then Tom arched his hips and shot his load in the young girl's mouth"

Carol was telling her tale to Paula Clarke with a twinkle of remembrance in her eyes. The two wives were having coffee and waiting for their mates to get home from work. It was Friday afternoon, and both couples were going out for the evening: the princes to a dinner and the Clarkes to a movie.

Tom walked into his kitchen just as his wife was finishing her story about one of his adventures. "Hello, darling," she said as he kissed her cheek. "I was just talking about you."

"Hmm," said Tom. "Not good, I suppose ..."

"On the contrary," said Paula, standing from her chair. "Carol was bragging about your prowess again."

"What prowess?" asked Tom.

"Sexual prowess," said Paula. "Carol claims you have the greatest cock since Adam."

"I'm flattered!"

"Don't be," said Carol, playfully. "I love your cock and have a tendency to exaggerate."

"Oh ... I know he's good," said Paula. "I've had him enough times, myself. I better be going ... Bruce will be home at any minute and want his supper. He's been looking forward to this movie ... it's another one of those Illinois Smith films"

"No shit! "said Tom. "Carol ... maybe we can go to that new restaurant some other time ..."

"Do you want to wake up in the morning with your balls still in place?" she asked.

"... okay. We'll go to dinner." There was mock disappointment on Tom's face.

When Paula got home, Bruce had already arrived and was in the shower. She went into the bathroom to see him.

"What?" she asked, playfully. "All naked and wet, and not jacking off! This must be a first!"

"Hi, honey," said Bruce as he took a towel and stepped from the shower stall. He kissed his wife's cheek when she offered it. As he began drying himself off, his organ became erect as it was rubbed.

"That's more like it!" said Paula, indicating the now hard cock.

"I really don't want to take the time," said Bruce, looking down at himself.

"You? Take time? When did you ever take any time at sex!"

"Don't be funny ..."

"Mister Eager-Balls, himself!"

Bruce's prick was hard and throbbing. Paula stepped over and took it in her hand. "You look all set ..." She stroked the dick a few times.

Bruce groaned. It had been a long day and his body was aching for attention. He needed release. He was having a tough time controlling himself.

"Paula ... don't! Please!" He almost pleaded with her as she continued to jack his trembling cock.

"Don't be a spoiled sport," she said. "Let me have my fun"

Bruce groaned out loud and gave in. He bent his knees slightly, presenting himself to her so she could pump better. Soon he felt the very familiar warmth of rising cum and the semen caused his prick to balloon in Paula's palm. He trembled all over with his pending pleasures as he braced to let it go.

Just at the crucial moment, Paula stopped masturbating.

"Finish! Oh ... finish it!" cried Bruce.

Paula ducked down and took the crown of his prick into her lips just as the first gush of juice shot out. She engulfed him and let him pour out his lust in her hot mouth.

Bruce moaned with joy and held his wife's head while he finished off in her oral hole. When he was all done, he stepped back and shuddered.

Paula grinned, the sperm coating her lips. "Now clean up and have your dinner. We have to hurry if we're going to make that show."

She stood up and walked out of the bathroom. Bruce watched her leave. He was still trembling with the aftermath of his sex.

While Paula was getting her husband off in their john, Carol was enjoying a fast fuck with Tom by their pool before they went out to dinner.

It was Friday evening as usual for the Sexgamers!

Diamond Harbor is a sea town. Wharfs and shops line the waterfront and the ships still sail out each morning. Fishermen brag about their latest catch, and the tales of the sea can still be heard at night on the beach.

But things have changed. In the old days, the men of the sea were the heroes, sailing out each morning, fighting the ocean for survival and building their town on guts and raw courage. But now, young men of the civilized set were building, re-shaping the community to their standards. The town was prospering like never before. The money came in and the new breed grew.

The new suburban hero was the night man, the gamesman. He roamed the harbor in search of adventures, sensual experiences that would enhance both his body and mind. He met his comrades at The Backdoor Club and traded tales of their exploits.

Yes, things, times and the dwellers of the Harbor had changed. Diamond Harbor was one of the most notorious locations of swinging sex on the east coast.

One of the heroes of the old days watched as two of the young, new heroes walked past his shop. It was like the new civilization passing history. The old sea man took his pipe from his lined mouth and smiled at Tom Prince when he looked over at him. The two men waved and moved past, like animals on the prowl, muscular and confident, their bodies browned from the sun and looking healthy in tan briefs. The old man sighed. If only he were thirty years younger! He was born in the wrong times! Ah! To be thirty again! To be young, now, when life was so easy!

A young girl, a member of a future generation, watched the two handsome men pass, and she sighed. Her young body tingled with passion. She would be eighteen in a year, and she would leave her home then, looking for life and love and men and pleasures. If only she could have someone like one of those men. Ah, well! To dream.

Her mother saw her watching the men and smiled. "Nita," she told her daughter. "Be a patient girl. Your time will come to mate. Now you are young, and you must sell fruit!"

Nita couldn't even talk when Bruce Clarke stepped over and bought an apple from her. He pulled a dollar bill out of his swimming suit and she saw the way his nuts were outlined in the webbed sack. She almost wept.

The young fruit girl watched the two men as they strolled through the market street and jogged onto the end of the pier at the sea.

Dusk was at hand. The girl knew that the men would be going to their women. Some day, she would be joining them!

Tom and Bruce poised on the end of the dock. They arched and leaped, diving cleanly the thirty feet into the waters below. They would swim over two miles to the beach by their homes, exercising and preparing their bodies for the games. It was Saturday night, and The Sexgamers would be in action again!

On Sunday afternoon, a day after the games, Carol Prince was dreaming about the joys her body had experienced at the last evening's party, and her juices were flowing. She quietly slipped away from her napping husband to masturbate herself. She just couldn't stop thinking about Bruce, how good he had been, how wonderfully he had taken her and given his pleasures to her. How well he used his body.

She left Tom snoozing by the pool and slipped into the bedroom. She tossed off her bikini and laid naked on the sheets and let her mind go!

She thought about Bruce, and his body, and his talent as a lover, and the bed springs began to squeak to the rhythm of her self-pleasure. Her movements were urgent.

It would be a whole week until the next session of sex games. Carol was a happy woman, satisfied with her life style, and she would keep active and the week would go fast.

She wanted Bruce! She proved this when she climaxed and called out his name. She arched and lifted her body off the mattress and erupted with visions of her neighbor's body filling her thoughts.

The summer days at Diamond Harbor were long, hot and pleasant ... filled with passion and sex. The nights were even hotter and the sex became wild and totally uninhibited.

The lives of the Sexgamers were filled with joy. But in less than a month, they would be overcome by turmoil!



Chapter 6
One week in July

When Carol Prince opened her eyes, the man she was fantasizing about was standing there, watching her masturbate.

"Oh!" she gasped. "Bruce! I need it so bad! Fuck me!"

Bruce Clarke was taking the afternoon off. It was a beautiful Friday. Paula was away for the weekend, in New York for a publishing convention.

Bruce had returned home around noon and immediately slipped into his swimming briefs. He went for a cooling dip in his pool and then opened a cold beer. It looked like it was going to be a fine afternoon.

Bruce decided on a whim to hop next door and see what Carol was doing. His timing couldn't have been better. When Bruce entered the Prince's backyard the first thing he saw was Carol lying on a lounger, naked, a big dildo gliding in and out of her juicy pussy.

Carol's eyes were closed and it was more than obvious that she was deeply enjoying herself. There was a huge smile on her full lips and a flush of pleasure in her cheeks. Her magnificent body was literally quivering with the building passions. She clutched the dildo with both hands and stroked it in and out forcefully, her slick cunt taking it with hunger, sucking on it, wrapping around it and holding it in like it was the strong dick of a male lover. Her lush ass was rising and falling with her self-fuck, shivering as it strained on the rising strokes. She would take one hand to quickly play with her tits, feeling and rubbing them just long enough to tantalize and stimulate them, making the nipples long and hard with her lust, then she would put the hand right back to work on the dildo, pushing and pulling it in and out of her twat, fucking herself!

As Bruce Clarke stood and watched and incredible sight, his warming beer still clutched in his hand and totally forgotten now, his trunks began to bulge as he reacted to the view of the beautiful, masturbating woman. It wasn't a cold beer he wanted now, it was a hot fuck!

Incredibly enough, it was Bruce Clarke that Carol was thinking about as she jacked herself off. She was dreaming about his powerful body, his long, thick cock and how it would glide in and out of her holes, strong and forcefully. Bruce sure knew how to use his pecker! She loved it! She loved it when they were together and he was fucking her, and she wished more than anything right now that Bruce was doing it to her.

"Oh, God!" she gasped out loud. "I need to be fucked!"

Bruce groaned, a deep, meaningful gasp that he just couldn't hold in. His cock was poking above his waistband and drooling shamelessly. The clear seminal fluids were rolling out of the hole in the tip of his pecker, coating his staff and soaking into the material of his bikini. His cock and balls were mightily swollen, pressing hard against the fabric of his tight briefs, and he reached down to push off the suit and pull out his cock in sheer desperation.

Carol heard the moan and opened up her eyes. It took her a moment to focus, and she saw Bruce. He was standing there and watching her, a bottle of beer in one hand and his cock in the other, as if he was making an offering. Carol's breasts heaved with a sigh. "Oh ... Bruce ... darling! I ... I need you! I need it! I need to be fucked so bad!" Her pleas came out almost as sobs.

Bruce set down the beer, tipping it over and letting it spill on the ground in haste. He pushed his swimming suit the rest of the way off and kicked it aside. He stood naked and ready and waited for Carol to receive him.

Carol pulled the dildo out of her quim with a last, gliding stroke and tossed it aside. It was soaked with her passion and literally glistened in the afternoon sunlight. She looked up at Bruce and tried to smile, but her lust was too great and all the young wife could do was moan with her urgent need. She spread her legs and her cunt opened invitingly, aimed right at Bruce, and it was the most natural thing in the world for him to move forward and slide his throbbing member into her.

Bruce mounted Carol and his cock plunged into her body with an easy thrust. The full length of his rampaging pecker dipped into her quish, up to the balls, and he shuddered at how delicious it was.

Bruce held like that for a long, wonderful moment. His cock was buried to the very hilt in Carol's cunt. It was almost unbelievable how good it felt in her like that.

Bruce lifted his face and looked into the girl's blue eyes. He smiled at her and she gave a little nod, and Bruce Clarke lifted his ass high in the air and thrust back down, shoving his cock deeply into the waiting pussy with the first long, dreamy stroke, and he began fucking his best friend's wife!

The phone rang for the seventh time and Tom Prince shrugged and hung up. He wondered where Carol could- be? She said she was going to spend the day at home, sun bathing and catching up on her reading. Tom hoped she hadn't fallen asleep on her lounger. She would be red as a beet with sunburn when she woke up!

Tom was spending the afternoon catching up on his paperwork. But he couldn't get his mind off of his wife. She was so lovely! He had fucked her a couple of nights ago, taken her long and sweetly, and remembering made his nuts tingle, reminding him that it had been a few days since he had blown a load.

It was Friday night and Tom would be spending the whole upcoming weekend with Carol, and there was going to be lots of time for sex! Paula Clarke was out of town and the weekly games had been cancelled, but this would give Tom a chance to catch up on the overdue fucking with Carol.

He was greatly looking forward to it!

Tom thought about all the fucking and sucking he was going to be doing with his wife in just a few hours and the dreams spurred him on. He was actually whistling as he returned to his tedious work.

Tom wouldn't have been so chipper if he knew what his lovely wife was doing while he was hard at work. While he pushed his pencil across the tax ledgers, Bruce Clarke was pushing his prick into Carol's hungry gash. She was taking him! Carol was meeting the neighbor man's strokes! While Tom let his lust simmer, his mate was busy releasing hers through a hot fuck with his neighbor and friend.

Carol and Bruce were now deep into their sex together. After only a few minutes of hot screwing, Carol cried out and came. Bruce followed suit by giving off a violent shudder and stroking deep to discharge a hot load inside Carol.

Tom's wife met Bruce's lust with great gusto. They clung together and quaked through their orgasms, and when the last spasm of joy passed they both began to hump for more. Carol pushed her butt up to take the new thrusts, meeting her neighbor's strokings again, and soon the lusty couple were on their way in another fuck!

Bruce's butt rose and fell as he worked to enjoy Carol's body. He was fucking slower now, the edge taken off by their first climax. The hole Bruce was plowing was hot and tight and wetter with their love juices, and it made for some very easy, smooth fucking.

In only a moment, Carol called out and had another come. "Ooooo ... Bruce!. Baby! I'm blowing again! OOOOhhhhh!" '

"My God!" he said, as he felt her come tremors. "You were horny!"
"Yes! Oh, God ... yes! Yes! YES!"

Carol's second orgasm was even more powerful than her first. It caused her entire body to shudder with bliss. At the very end she gave off a deep, throaty laugh, clung to Bruce's muscular back, and began to churn her ass, going for another fuck!

Bruce lifted himself on extended arms and looked down to watch his fuck. He loved the way his long prick was sliding into the wet slot. It was so beautiful to watch! And to feel. Nothing felt as good as this! There was just nothing in all the world as good as a hot fuck! Nothing was better than stroking your cock in and out of the body of a lovely woman, working and urging yourself on to your reward. Bruce loved the climax! He loved the taste of a building climax, the cock filling and the nuts straining, the tastes of rising cum building.

Bruce strained for pleasure. It was building! He moved with slow, deep glides. Each delicious plunge brought him closer to his big moment.

He looked down and strained and gasped as the sweet sensations of his fuck became overpowering. He groaned with his pleasures, and Carol was right with him. Her pussy was hotter than he thought possible. He saw the wonderful way his prick was fucking it. He was fucking her! Bruce loved to watch it go in and out!

"Oh ... Jesus!" he gasped out. "This is good!"

"Yes! Oh, Bruce ... you fuck me so good. Don't stop! Don't ever stop! Fuck me forever!"

"What ... oh! ... What a way to spend forever!"

"I love it! I love being fucked by you! I love taking your big cock ... up my cunt! Fuck my cunt! Fuck my hot cunt! God ... fuck me!"

"Oh ... what a fuck! Carol ... you're a great fuck!"

"... oooooooooooooooo ! ..."

Bruce continued to peer down and watch himself as he moved in and out of the beautiful woman's hole. He was having a terrific fuck! Carol was always a great fuck ... but this! This was incredible!

Carol grabbed Bruce's tight male ass and urged him on. She bounced, and fucked up at him, milking his passion tool for all she was worth. When it came to sex, Carol Prince was worth plenty!

Carol fucked like a pro. She loved to fuck, and it was obvious by the way she did it that she thoroughly enjoyed every stroke. She loved every deep, shuddering glide, especially when the man doing the gliding was an expert sex-man, like Bruce Clarke!

That man sure knew how to fuck! And, more important, he sure knew how to enjoy a good fuck! And he sure was enjoying the fuck he was having now! This fuck was one of the best, with one of the best partners he could have asked for. Carol was better than any professional he ever had. Today she was even better than usual.

He was having some of the best sex a man could ask for! He was fucking Carol Prince and she was enjoying it!

"Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me, Bruce ... FUCK ME!"

"Are ... Are ... oh! Are you gonna come again, baby?"

"Soon ... soon ... oh, very soon!"

"Me too. ..."

"Take me! Take me, baby!"

"Yes ... I want to shoot in you!"

"Yah!"

"I want to shoot off in you. Can I let my come happen ... Carol ... can I?"

"Yes ... Bruce, baby... take me!"

"Ohhh ... Carol! I can taste it! I ... I think ... oh! ... oh! ... OH! HERE IT COMES!"

"MMMMMINE, TOO!"

"Now!"

"Yes ... now!"

"NOW! NOW! NOW!"

Bruce arched his back and strained. His cock was in as deep as it would go. His eyes were shut and his teeth were gritting and he was concentrating every cell of his body on the pleasure of his climax.

Carol was right with him in come land! Her body was arched, her ass was up off the lounge chair, quivering, and she was clawing at Bruce's arms, holding him tightly as if he would get away if she let go. Her orgasm was wonderful!

Bruce's cock discharged hot, wet spurts of thick cream into Carol's spasming depths. His staff throbbed as he burst, the jerking, bucking, throbbing spasms of his male climax causing him to gasp with each jolt.

The coming went on and on! Bruce's member shot a huge load of spunk into Carol. The wife's cunt fluttered over and over with her own release. Their bodies met, blew together, merged, meshed and melted. At last, it was over.

" ... Ooooooh!" went a spent Carol.

" ... wow! ..."  went a flushed Bruce, his pecker still throbbing.

"Oh, Bruce ... that was ... wonderful!"

"Yes ... What a fuck!"

"Be careful when you get off ... I think we're about to tip over... Oops!" Just as Carol said it, the lounger dumped them on the grass.

The two naked lovers sprawled on the ground. Bruce's softening prick popped out of Carol's hole, a stream of his juice flowing down her legs as he withdrew. His cock gave off one last little spurt, the white cum going about an inch in the air and then dribbling down his already soaked pecker.

Bruce rolled over and looked at Carol.

"Oh, my ass!" she said.

Bruce started to laugh and in a moment, Carol joined him. Bruce leaned over and hugged his friend's wife affectionately, and she gave him a sisterly kiss on the cheek.

You never would have known by their actions that these two people had just shared their bodies and enjoyed hot, passionate sex and sweet fucking together!

What a marvelous girl Carol was. What a fantastic wife. What a great fuck!

These thoughts raced through Tom Prince's head as he butt-fucked his wife. She said that she had spent the whole afternoon fucking herself with her dildo, and God only knew how many orgasms she had while doing that. Now here she was, hot and ready for sex with Tom, in his bed, ready to spend the night making love and fucking!

She was an incredible girl!

Tom's ass fuck didn't last long. He was too excited, too built-up with passion from his days of work and no play. He was ready.

Tom gasped and clung to Carol's hips for a long and draining orgasm. He filled her ass past capacity with his spunk and it bubbled out around his buried cock, drooling shamelessly back over his leaping nut sack. He blew a hot and lusty load. His balls had been full and her ass milked him deliciously, causing him to discharge a fine supply of cream.

Carol felt her husband buck in her anus and begin to administer a hot enema. She instantly used her hand on her clitoris to join him with her own little orgasm.

Tom gave off one last shudder and his climax was over. He opened his eyes and watched his wife's body as it shook with her pleasure.

Then something happened that caused Tom to start. Right at the last moment of Carol's orgasm, at the ultimate peak of passion when her body was completely taken by her fun, she gasped, "... oh Bruce ..." 

Tom pulled his penis out of his wife's anal canal and stood up.

"Darling?" she asked. "Are you finished with me? Don't you want more?"

"How about a snack first?"

"Sure ..."

Tom left the room.

Carol knew something was wrong ... she didn't realize what she had done. She was so into her sex that she didn't know she called out Bruce's name when she came. It just felt so good!

At that last moment, when her orgasm was at its best, she had been dreaming about the time she jacked Bruce off in his bedroom, how strong his cock was in her grip. How mighty his orgasm had been, so full and hot and wet, running over her fingers, shooting through the air and splashing on Paula's vanity mirror ... and she had gasped his name!

And Tom Prince knew!

Paula Clarke really hated these conventions. They were so boring ... full of old, stuffy men or eager, innocent kids looking to the pros on how to make their first sale. And she missed her husband, Bruce, with a passion!

Thinking about him, now, alone in her hotel room, she gasped and sighed through a shiver of longing. She wanted it! Needed him ... had to have some sex!

She chucked off her dress and stepped into the shower stall and immediately began to think about his naked body, how good it felt pressed against her, in her, taking her! She was going to give herself what she had been longing for all day ... a nice, hot come!

She had been so tense that she was barely able to concentrate on the workshops and seminars. The publishers and editors would be talking and Paula would be thinking about her burning crotch, her hands fidgeting in her lap.

When a particular seminar was over, she would leave and walk around the convention hall, and the young would-be writers would spot the blue badge she wore, telling everyone she was a published author, and they would approach her, literally flocking around her, asking for advice. And when they found out she was Paula Clarke, one of the leading authors of romantic sex novels, they became even more persistent.

Yes, she hated these conventions, but it was the only chance she had to meet with her publishers and editors on a personal basis, talk to them face to face and learn what was going on, first hand, in the world of publishing.

She sat in on the last seminar of the afternoon. The man behind the podium was talking about self-publishing and going into business for yourself, and Paula was thinking about Bruce's cock! She was dreaming of his long organ sliding into her and moving in and out, back and forth, and the tingly sensations would start, along with the juicy sounds of a good fuck, and she almost sobbed.

The woman sitting next to her looked at her when she gave off a little gasp, and asked, "Are you all right, honey? You look a bit flushed."

"I need ... some air, I guess," said Paula, knowing damn well that what she needed was some cock!

"You better go outside and take a walk, or something," said the woman.

"Yeh ... or something"

Paula stood up and excused herself. She had gotten herself so hot with her lusty thoughts that she had to leave the convention and go to her room to masturbate.

Now she was deliciously naked in the shower. Her hands were rubbing and fondling her tits, making them tingle. One hand began to move down, sliding the soap over her flat belly and pubic mound, dipping between her legs, a finger searching ... finding ... Ah! ... going in! Just like a cock ... but not as good ... but it would have to do ... oh, yes! It would do nicely! "Yes!" Nova she was giving herself what she needed so badly! And it was going fast ...

Paula was right on the verge of triumph ... she could feel the warmth of her climax building in her belly: Her eyes were closed and the water was cascading down on her ass cheeks and she was thinking about her husband and how good he fucked her, his long, stiff meat stroking in and out, and her hands were going like crazy between her legs ... urging herself on ... feeling good, oh, so good ... almost ... when there was a loud pounding on her door.

Paula stopped masturbating and listened. Maybe the pounding was in her head ... maybe she was so into her self-sex that the blood was rushing in her brain ...

No ... there it was again. A definite knock on her door.

Paula muttered, "SHIT!" and took her hands out of her pussy. She stopped what she was doing to listen, to pray that whoever was out there would go away.
But the knocking came again, and, this time, a voice called, "Paula? Are you okay?"

It was Jonas Smith, the old fart. Her needs would have to wait.

Paula turned off the shower and stepped out. Grabbing a robe she called, "Yes ... Jonas, I'm fine. I was just taking a shower and ... freshening up!"

"Are you coming with us to dinner?"

"Yes ... I'm coming!" Paula sighed and said, under her breath, "I wish!"

She opened the door and let Smith in. He smiled at her, very fatherly, and said, "We were worried about you. You left the speech in such a hurry and you looked flushed."

"I needed a hot come, you asshole!" is what she wanted to say. What came out was, "I'm fine. It was just very hot in there. I came to take a shower." And beat off!

"We're about to go to dinner."

Paula sighed. "All right. Just let me get dressed. I'll be ready in a moment," she said, reluctantly.

Paula closed the door and stood leaning against it for a moment. She gave her head a little shake.

It was going to be a long weekend.

She hated these fucking conventions!

Bruce Clarke slipped out of his wet bathing suit and looked down at his throbbing erection. He was almost surprised to find his body was long and hard and ready after that great sex with Carol Prince that afternoon! But he had gone for a late swim and he had remembered all the times he and Paula had fucked at night in the pool, and the memories of past pleasures caused him to react. Now he was hard and ready.

Bruce headed for the shower. Maybe a cool spray would hold him off for a while. His problem was a churning load in his balls and a desperate need for Paula. He missed her!

Bruce knew that he would never be able to go to sleep with the throbbing hard-on he had, but he didn't want a quick hand job. A fast fisting with a soapy palm would make him shudder and shoot, but he wanted more. A cold shower never helped, and this time was no exception. A fast jack-off being out of the question, Bruce dried his body off and quickly went to the treat he had in mind for his evening sex.

Bruce was a bit frustrated. It was like being hungry but not really knowing what you wanted to eat. On one hand, he wanted to grab his dick and pump out his load with a quick, gushing relief. On the other hand, he wanted to postpone his pleasure, prolong it so when the time did come to have his pleasure, it was even more powerful and sensational.

He began to think about Paula, and Carol, and all the girls he knew at The Backdoor Club. He thought about one young doll named Chargette. She was only twenty, and so beautiful. She had a ripe, round ass and his imagination went wild as he dreamed of how hot and juicy her young pussy would be. He had never fucked her up the cunt ... always in the ass, like all the girls at the club. But he often thought of how good sex would be in her tight, young twat. He imagined how it would open and suck him in as he pushed to slide past those tight nether lips and into the hot, wet channel and stroke!

"My God!" He gasped and grabbed his prick. It gave a desperate throb and almost shot off by itself. "Oh ... no! Not yet!"

He groaned and his hand automatically pumped the organ. He didn't want it to be so fast ... yet he had to! He wanted to hold back ... and he wanted to shoot it out ...

Somehow, Bruce choked back the rising tide of cum. He rushed over to what he wanted to use, a sex magazine he had purchased that morning. He wanted to look at the models and let the fantasies dance through his mind as he jerked off.

He picked the magazine up off the coffee table where he had left it and his eyes settled on the cover and the picture of the beautiful blonde girl offering her rump. Her round, delectable butt cheeks were in full view. On the table next to this issue was last month's copy, a girl with firm, proud knockers standing boldly on the cover. He opened this issue and found another picture of her on the inside cover. She had rolled on her belly and spread her legs, giving the camera a fine view of her cracks. Her luscious young behind looked good enough to eat, and her tender cunt was open and waiting. He would plunge in, his cock dipping deep ... all the way.

Bruce could hardly contain himself. He knew what he wanted. He would shoot by just looking and dreaming. He would become so hot that his organ would rear up and fire it's hot load without the slightest rub!

Bruce took a good look at the two magazines and the two girls offering their bodies to him. Their two asses looked so good ... he would butt-fuck them ... he would push his pecker up their shitters and ... and ... and SHOOT!

"AH! YEHHHHH!"

Bruce put his hands on his quivering buttocks and pushed his loins forward. He did it! He made it! His talented cock was shooting all by itself!

His hot jizm shot out and arched through the air and splashed onto the pages of the magazines.

After long, wringing moments of pure pleasure, Bruce took hold of his cock to urge out the rest of his gurgling seed, the last gushes dribbling over his fingers.

That night, Bruce slept like a baby.

It was a different weekend for The Sexgamers. Their bodies were automatically reacting, as they were conditioned to the sex at the parties and games. But there were to be no parties and games that week, and their bodies still needed attentions.

They still needed their hot sex. They still needed to release themselves with burning, urgent desires.

Their bodies were conditioned ... and this sometimes would get them into trouble.



Chapter 7

Bruce Clarke woke up the next morning feeling fantastic! Sure, he missed Paula's body next to him, but the day before had been so exciting that it really didn't matter. First he had taken a half day off of work, beginning his weekend early. Then there had been that great sex with Carol. Then, last night, that incredible stunt, shooting that delicious load without so much as a stroke on his cock! What a day it had been!

Bruce tossed the sheet off his naked body and jumped from his bed. He was actually humming as he trod downstairs and into the kitchen to fix a pot of coffee.

With the coffee brewing, he took a quick shower and shaved. He found the morning paper and sat in the kitchen to drink his coffee and read the news. He spent an hour just relaxing. Then he went into his yard for his morning work out. He dove naked into the pool and swam it's length under water.

The Clarke's home was very private, as was the Prince's next door. The only neighbors were each other and there was no shyness between the couples. They went naked, fucked and had open sex orgies with no worries of infuriated neighbors or lack of privacy. They got caught on a couple of occasions, people entering the yards when the sex or games were in session, and it usually ended with embarrassing apologies. But what the hell!

Bruce decided to spend the entire day in the nude. He would stay home and wouldn't put on any clothes. It would do his body good. He would have sex whenever he wanted it, not holding back. He would jack off quickly, or try a new stunt like the one he performed the previous evening, or get out a rubber cunt or vibrator for some artificial fucking. It would be a day of enjoyment.

He was ready for a lot of sun and relaxation. He deserved it. He laughed as he climbed from the pool and the sun and fresh air and water made his body tingle and his cock stiffen. He was already feeling its power. He knew it was going to be a fine day.

Bruce began to jog around his yard, his prick waving in front of him lewdly. On a whim, he decided to try a stunt. He would see if he could jack off while running.

Bruce reached down and took hold of his hardened prick and began to stroke. His body bounced as he ran and added to the stimulation of his pumping fingers. He knew he would be able to achieve a climax in this manner, winning his little game and performing the stunt to a delicious completion.

Being a healthy sex-man had its drawbacks, but they were far out-weighed by the benefits!

Tom Prince, another lusty sex-man, was in the shower. God, he was hot! He just wanted to masturbate and have a morning release. But, unlike Bruce Clarke, Tom knew he had a woman to satisfy, and he had to try to save himself for Carol. She would want to fuck and suck and sex-around all day, and Tom wanted to be in top form for her.

But, God ... he was so horny!

Tom woke up hot. He remembered his anal sex in Carol and his body responded with the memories. He was set for more!

Paula was out of town and the games were cancelled. This had Tom in a slight state of sexual tension, just that thought that there were to be no sex games. He looked forward to the parties, actually relied on them ... they were habit forming.

Tom let the shower spray over his stiff body and he thought about the absent Paula. He remembered how he had fucked her up the ass a week ago, plowing her shitter until he had a sensation-filled climax. The mental image of Paula's fine ass made Tom groan and his cock twitch with new urgency. He needed it bad! It was going to be a hell of a day. Even before noon, Tom Prince was swollen, hot and ready!

Carol just couldn't wait any longer. She couldn't take anymore. Paula's novel had her ovaries ready to explode! She was lying on the lounger again, wearing her little bikini, reading the fuck book and becoming very, very horny. She needed sex ... but she needed more!

If it was only sex that Carol needed, fast masturbation would have been sufficient, and it wouldn't have caused any trouble. Or, if it was only cock she needed, Tom was ready in the house, his penis rampant and set for use.

But it was a certain cock she needed, a special cock! Bruce Clarke's cock!

At that very moment, that certain cock was in the process of being jacked. Bruce was running naked around his yard, beating his meat to the tempo of his jog.

Carol literally ran. Her desires were so great, she was past being able to control her emotions.

As she entered the Clarke's yard the first thing she saw was Bruce's firm, male rump bounce past as he ran. His buns caused her to groan and his body ... his hand was in front of him ... doing something ... oh! When he turned the corner she was able to see what he was doing and the sight almost caused her to climax on the spot.

He looked so good! He was dripping from a recent swim. His coffee and towel were on the patio table. He was wonderfully, beautifully, gorgeously naked!

Carol took all this in at a glance. She sighed when she saw him and knew she just had to have some of that!

"Hello, Bruce," she said when he turned again and saw her.

"Carol! Shit! You scared the crap out of me!" He momentarily stopped wacking his pecker.

Bruce ran over to her and stopped to catch his breath. He was flushed from head to toe with his exertion and masturbation and slight embarrassment. He didn't even try to cover his nakedness, though. Under the circumstances, that would have been silly.

"Would you like some coffee with me?" asked Bruce.

"Sure," said Carol. And some sex, she thought.

They walked together to the table and Bruce poured two, mugs of coffee. But Carol couldn't even begin to drink hers. She was too turned-on by the view of her neighbor's rampant cock!

"Oh, Bruce ... I'm so horny, baby! Seeing you like that just makes me burn! I have to get off ... right now!"

"Carol ... would you like to fuck?"

"Yes! Oh, yes, Bruce, darling! We must!"

Bruce stepped over and took the trembling woman into his arms and kissed her passionately. Then he gently removed her bikini bra and began to play with her tits. He moved his palms over the tips, feeling the nipples grow long and hard and strong with her excitement. He lowered his face and sucked on the soft loveliness of her left breast while he felt the other jug with his hand. His free hand went down to explore inside her bikini bottoms, feel her ass cheeks, mound and wet cunt. It felt so soft and juicy and hot ... her little hole opened easy to take in his fingers.

"Oh ... Bruce! Baby. . . you're gonna make me come!"

"Not yet," he said and he pulled his hand out of her twat.

Carol reached down and felt Bruce's cock. She squeezed and pumped and stroked. It literally burned in her soft grasp.

Bruce pulled off Carol's bikini and she stepped out of it, gracefully. He grabbed her ass mounds and dipped his face and she parted her legs slightly to accept his wet tongue in her cunt.

Bruce ate her briefly, but deliciously. He licked and sucked and used his talented lips on her box. Carol groaned in her heat.

Bruce stood up and Carol kept her legs spread and reached down to guide him into her. He reached in back of her to cup her buttocks and gently pull her along the length of his staff and he went in deep on the very first plunge.

Bruce delivered ten long, deep strokes into her pussy, then withdrew.

"Oh, God!" Carol shuddered with her need. "Why ... why did you stop?"

He looked into her' eyes and smiled. "I want you," he said. "But I want you right! Maybe we should wait until later." He was teasing. He knew they couldn't wait.

"No! Oh, God ... NO!" Carol was almost sobbing. "Please, darling. Let's finish!" She tried to push her loins forward and re-capture Bruce in her quim. The head of his cock was only inches from the opening of her sex and she almost gobbled him inside again with her hungry jump, but he eluded her.

"Easy, baby," he said, thoroughly enjoying himself. For once he was in control of the sex. He was usually the one who was urgently trying to get off with a few strokes, but now he was in command.

And what a command! The beautiful Carol Prince was begging him to be fucked! He was afraid this was all a dream and he would wake up on cum-soaked sheets. He had blown more than one load in the night while dreaming about Carol.

"Please, Bruce ... fuck me now ..." It was almost a whimper.

Bruce loved this woman. Despite the fact his male ego was about to burst with pride and his confidence was soaring as he retained the control over his sex, he wanted to give her joy. He also needed some fun ... his balls were full of fire!

So, he said, "Carol ... okay. Let's ..."

She pressed her ass back against the table and opened her quim to receive him.

Bruce Clarke moved forward, going for it ...

From the bedroom window on the second floor of his home, Tom Prince was about to see a sight he would remember for a long time to come!

From the bedroom window Tom could look out and see down into the Clarke's backyard. He stepped past the window and almost accidentally glanced out and stopped and stared just in time to see Bruce slide his organ deep into Carol.

Tom watched, first with awe and amazement, then with growing lust. His already stiff pecker grew even hotter, literally demanding attention. Tom Prince stood and stared and watched his wife fucking with his neighbor and his hand went down to feel and stroke and furiously beat his own meat.

Below, Bruce and Carol were really getting into their fuck. The brunette wife's ass was pounding against the table she was backed against while she bucked and thrashed around meeting Bruce Clarke's strokes. Bruce was plowing his meat into her, hard and fast, taking her with force and determination. He wasn't kidding around ... he was doing some serious screwing!

Carol wanted to get off. She needed an orgasm, her hot body was begging for it! She cried and bucked and humped like a wild animal in heat, going straight for her climax.

From his perch at the window, Tom could plainly hear the calls of passion his wife was emitting. This urged him on to pull his cock with even more powerful masturbation strokes.

"Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me, Bruce!" she was calling.

The horny neighbor responded, "Yeh! Take it! Take my fuck!"

Tom watched and listened and jacked off. He stared down on the loving couple, their bodies grinding together, Carol meeting every thrust hungrily. Bruce delivered his screw with heated style, working steady, diligently to enjoy Tom's wife. It was almost too much for the hot Tom and he could hardly keep from blowing his load.

Tom looked down at his own body and the hand he was having ... and he felt a bit jealous. Why was he having a hand job when his own wife was hot and ready to fuck? Why did Bruce, Clarke get the pleasure of making Carol, while he stood alone and watched and beat his meat?

A mixture of passion and anger filled Tom. He would stop playing with himself and save his load. He would rush down and grab his wife and rape her! He wouldn't shoot his passion in his fingers, but up her twat, or ass, or all over that lovely face.

The emotions welled inside Tom Prince and the hot passion he felt was unlike anything he had experienced before!

But, when Tom looked down again, he saw Carol shiver, her entire body shaking with her pleasure as she finally came on the driving pecker of their neighbor, and Tom was enthralled by the sight of his wife's climax.

Bruce Clarke was working hard to have his own completion. His ass was pile-driving as he took his powerful fuck in Carol. He was close. The look of total concentration on his features told Tom that. He was going to start shooting at any moment!

Now was Tom's chance. He should rush down and as Bruce withdrew his spent cock from Carol's juicy hole, Tom could shove into the quim and experience his own moments of bliss inside a pussy! He could mount Carol and take a quick one, filling her with his hot seed, his juice joining Bruce's in her belly. He could ...

But, as Bruce arrived at his big moment and threw his head back and bellowed with triumph, Tom couldn't contain his lust any longer. With a loud groan of disappointment and joy, echoing Bruce's call of passion, Tom's cock jerked and began to spray out its hot load. The semen shot high and copiously. A white stream filled the air, and there was nothing Tom could do now but groan, grab himself and finish the job.

So while Bruce Clarke was pouring out his lust deep into Carol Prince's body, Tom Prince spilled his own hot juice on the carpeted floor of his bedroom.

Bruce tried to pull his cock out of Carol's hole, but she held him fast.

"Not yet!" begged the lusty housewife. "I'm still hot. Let's do another one!"

Bruce shrugged and grinned and pushed the full length of his prick back into Carol's waiting slit. It slid in smoothly, a deep glide that made Bruce shudder and his cock swell for more action. Carol's hot pussy always made him hot to fuck, and one stroke into that wonderful cunt was all it took to start a new, steamy, driving screw!

Bruce pounded into Carol's crotch with a new force. His ass pistoned. He wasn't going to waste any time with this one, it was going to be a hot, serious fuck! Seconds were always delicious, and Bruce and Carol took this sex with as much heat and sensual enthusiasm as they did their first fuck of the day.

The sex became very verbal:

"Fuck me! Fuck me!" cried Carol.

"Oh ... hot baby! Yes! Take my fuck!" gasped Bruce.

"Fuck me off! Fuck me off! Do it! DOooooo ... IT!"

"Baby! Baby! Yes! I'M FUCKING! I'm FUCKINNNNNGGGGG!"

Bruce Clarke was indeed fucking ... a hot, wild, driving fuck. His cock was moving with incredible speed, pumping in and out of Carol's sweet quim. Her ass was pounding back and she was expertly meeting every jab and stroke and stab he administered with the hunger of a woman who hadn't been fucked in a month.

In a few moments Carol called out her passion and erupted. Bruce felt the obvious climax tremors inside her pussy and knew Carol was coming.

Bruce humped towards his reward, but just as he was about to blast out his joy, Carol finished her climax and roughly pushed the neighbor away. He popped out of her overflowing quish and his pecker began to quiver and jerk, set to shoot, and Carol reached for it. She wanted to see him come!

Bruce braced himself reluctantly and prepared for the inevitable climax.

"I want to see your hot come!" said Carol.

And Bruce quickly accommodated her and arched his back and gasped as his cock came alive in her fingers and began to pump out its load. The juice shot out and splashed all over Carol's creamy tits and smooth belly.

Just then the fence flew open and a naked Tom Prince came charging into the yard sporting a tremendous hard-on. Bruce wasn't through the throes of his own sex yet, but Tom looked so funny that he began to laugh.

There was nothing funny in Tom's mood, though. He charged past Bruce and literally jumped on top of Carol and thrust his prick into her wet, sloppy hole.

Now it was Bruce's turn to watch male ass clutch and churn and quiver as Tom delivered a desperate fuck into his wife. But Bruce didn't watch for long. After only a few deep plunges, Tom tossed his head back in triumph and called out as he blew his load inside Carol. Bruce watched Tom's buttocks quiver violently as he came. It looked like a good orgasm.

It was indeed a fine orgasm, but as he finished, the cloud of rage filled Tom and he roughly pulled his spent organ out of his wife's flushed vagina and stood up.

Bruce grinned at his friend. He was standing there, still holding his dribbling cock. He said, "I guess you knew what you wanted, Tom. You sure didn't spend any time making decisions."

"Fuck you," said Tom Prince.

Bruce still thought his friend was kidding. "You should have made that decision a little while ago, before you shot your wad in Carol."

Tom turned at Bruce and glared at him. It was then that Bruce knew his friend wasn't kidding.

Those eyes! Tom's eyes were ice cold with his rage! Bruce had never seen anything quite as terrifying in his life. He felt like a mouse in the clutches of a wild cat, being shaken and ground into meat ... Tom's eyes reached into his very soul and made his blood freeze.

There was no doubt in the world ... if Tom had had a gun, he would have blown Bruce's head off!

"Tom ..."

Carol reached gently for her husband. He turned and looked at her and she gasped at his expression. She was still against the table, her flushed legs spread and her red, tender pussy drooling shamelessly with the men's spend. The rivers of cum covered her thighs, but she forgot all about her condition and the cooling pools of sperm. Her only single thought was fear.

Tom Prince was really pissed!

Tom turned towards Bruce again. "In the future, you keep your hands off my wife and keep your pecker out of her!"

"Tom ... I didn't mean ..."

"Listen!" said Tom, pointing a finger in Bruce's face. "Don't fuck with me or my wife. If I catch you humping Carol like that again ... I'll kill you!"

"But ..."

"Bruce ... don't," said Carol. "Let him go."

Tom gave the pair one last glare and turned. He stormed out of the yard and slammed the gate, breaking a hinge in the process.

"Jesus ..."said Bruce.

"Bruce ... I'm sorry. This was my fault ... I shouldn't have come over here like this"

"Carol ... no. I don't understand what got into Tom. For Christ's sake ... we've fucked each other so many times in the past ... and Tom's made it with Paula ..."

"I don't understand it either, darling. I'll go have a talk with Tom."

"You better let him cool down, first. He might ..." Bruce left the sentence unfinished. There was no telling what Tom Prince might do in his condition.

"I'm not afraid of Tom, dear ... there's nothing to worry about. Now, would you be a darling and please hand me a towel so I can clean up this mess all over me ..."

Tom Prince would have been glad to know right then that Paula Clarke, the real cause of all this trouble, was having another shitty day!

She had returned home from the dinner on the previous evening totally exhausted and fell right to sleep as soon as her pretty head hit the pillow. She slept late the next morning and almost missed the opening of the convention. She did miss breakfast and had to wait until almost noon to have her first cup of coffee. The last speech of the morning ran long and her stomach was growling embarrassingly near the end.

The afternoon was hot and she longed to be home in her pool. The air conditioning went on the fritz and within a half hour the sweat was pouring off of her.

She sat there and dripped and listened to a publishing lawyer talk about copyright laws and she thought about Bruce and his long cock and how wonderfully delicious it felt when it was going in and out of her quim ... Oh, so good! In, deep. Then out. In again ... oh! Paula almost sobbed out loud.

When would this fucking weekend be over!

That evening Paula called her husband long distance. She lied to him and said she was having a great time. She said she was learning a lot and couldn't wait to get back home and go to work and start making them lots more money.

And fuck you, babe ... she thought ...

Bruce lied also. Actually he just didn't tell her all the truth. He told his wife everything was fine and he was having a quiet weekend.

He didn't tell her about the incident with Tom and Carol. He didn't want to worry her.

She would find out all about it soon enough.



Chapter 8

On Monday morning, things were almost back to normal. Paula was home and visiting Carol for morning coffee and girl talk. The men were at work and the summer day was bright and beautiful. The children ran through the harbor streets, playing their games, while their mothers called each other and arranged to play their games, too.

Paula took a sip of her coffee and looked across the kitchen table at Carol. There was a twinkle of naughtiness in her blue eyes.

"I came home from the city last night so hot I couldn't stand it. I hadn't had an orgasm all weekend. I just met Bruce at the door and looked at him and went off. God ... I wasn't even out of my jacket. I just hunkered down and came right inside the door. Poor Bruce thought there was something wrong with me, I couldn't talk. I just sobbed and finally got it out that I was coming and he started laughing at me"

Carol chuckled. "Without the games it was a tense weekend for us all," she said.

"I'll say. I'm really used to all that weekend sex! I look forward to it. You know, it's been over two years since we missed a weekly session of games!"

"Yeah ... and I hope it's another two years before we miss them again. I hope you don't have to go away for a long time, dear."

"Me, too"

"Did Bruce tell you what happened ... with Tom?"

"No ... what are you talking about?"

"I guess it's not really that important"

"He did say something about not calling on you until Tom was at work today. That was kind of weird."

"It was a good idea."

Paula could sense a problem. "What is it, dear?"

"Oh ... probably nothing ... really. I'm sure it's all blown over by now"

Carol couldn't have been farther from the truth.

Bruce Clarke came out of the locker room of The Backdoor Club and spotted Tom Prince running around the indoor track. He waved, buy Tom didn't act like he saw him.

Or maybe he was still mad.

Bruce hoped not! He took a deep breath crossed his fingers and jogged out to join his friend.

"Hi, Tom," said Bruce as he trotted up along side him.

"Bruce"

Tom sounded cold.

"Been a tough day. I've been looking forward to this."

No response from Tom.

"I see that Chargette's working today. Maybe this is the day she'll let me have her in the cunt."

Still no response.

Now Bruce knew Tom was still mad!

"You still mad, Tom?"

"What do you think ...?"

"Look, Tom ... I really don't understand ..."

Tom jogged away from him.

Later, after a grueling work out, Bruce found Tom in the showers. He stepped in next to him and turned the spray on his stiff body. Bruce's cock automatically reacted, growing hard and ready for his daily sex. He looked over at Tom whose penis was still soft and flaccid, dangling between his legs.

"You have your fuck already, Tom?" asked Bruce.

"I'm not in the mood." Tom turned off the shower and stepped out. Bruce watched him pick up a towel and walk away.

Bruce couldn't believe it. "Not in the mood?" he said under his breath.

This was the first time Bruce had ever known Tom Prince to be "not in the mood". Tom was always in the mood.

Well, fuck it! Bruce sure was ready. He soaped down his throbbing penis and had a hard time not going off in his slippery fist.

Fuck Tom! Bruce was going to have one hell of an orgasm ... or two, or three.

Chargette walked by, her blonde hair bouncing in time with the lushness of her charms. There was Bruce's target!

"Hi, Chargette!" he called.

"Oh, Bruce ... Hi, baby. You're looking good" She said it while staring right at his rampant cock.

"Thanks."

"Say! What the hell's the matter with Tom, today! I offered and he turned me down!"

"Guess he's been under a lot of pressure lately," said Bruce.

"I guess so. I rubbed his cock and it didn't even get hard! I see I'm not gonna have that problem with you ... you're already ready. You wanna fuck me?"

"You bet ..."

"In the ass, of course."

"Aw, Chargette. Can't we do it one time? I'd sure like to feel what it would be like to dip into that sweet crack of yours."

"You can have this crack," said Chargette, turning her lush bottom towards Bruce.

"That's not what I meant."

"Sorry," said the beautiful whore. "House rules!"

Bruce shrugged and stepped out of the shower. "Well ... okay," he said.

The blonde bent over and braced herself on a bench and opened her ass for Bruce to use. As he stepped up to her and reached out to spread the cheeks farther apart, he looked around the room. There was a lot of sex going on. One man had a girl in the shower. His soapy pecker was driving in and out between her mouthwatering butt cheeks. Another man was sitting on the bench a few feet away from Bruce. A readhead was kneeling in front of him, blowing him expertly. By the look of ecstasy on the man's face, he was coming.

Another man was being jacked off. The girl reached out to administer the quick hand job and the man was stroking his body in time with the fist fuck.

Bruce saw one very young man enter the room. He became so excited by all that was going on that he just crouched down and shot off. He grabbed his own cock to finish his come, the drops of sperm splashing on the tiles at his feet.

But Tom was nowhere to be seen. As Bruce pushed forward to bury his prick up Chargette's ass, he gave one last look around for his friend.

"Ugh!" went the girl. "You sure haven't gotten any smaller!"

Bruce sighed. Tom just wasn't there. He shrugged again and turned his concentration on the girl's talents.

While Bruce was having his butt-fuck with Chargette, Tom was in the locker room, getting dressed.

He was leaving without having any sex!

Right next to him, Jerry Lane, a man Tom knew, was fucking a young girl in the mouth. He pumped and his ass shivered. Jerry cried out when he came.

"Oh! I'm shooting ..."

Tom, watched briefly as Jerry filled the girl's mouth with his spunk. The orgasm was a long one.

When Jerry was through he paid the smiling girl and gave her a friendly pat on the ass. She giggled and bounced away and Jerry grinned at Tom. "Nice little piece," he said. "Aren't you going to have one?"

"Not today," said Tom.

"What's the matter, Pal?"

Tom didn't answer. He looked around and saw a muscular man get off by rubbing his swollen member between the huge breasts of one of the working girls. The muscle man literally coated the girl's boobs with his cum.

"Everyone else is getting off," said Jerry. "Seems a shame if you leave here with full balls. Look!"

Jerry pointed at a man who was coming by rubbing between the mounds of a girl's shapely bottom. Jerry laughed. "He didn't even have time to get it in!"

He watched as the man desperately shoved and punched his erupting cock up the girl's asshole and got the rest of his juice off inside her anal canal.

"Don't you want some of that?" asked Jerry.

"No thanks," said Tom. He was fully dressed by now.

"Really seems a shame," said Jerry as he watched Tom pick up his bag and walk out of the locker room.

"Baby ... I sure wish this was your cunt!"

"What's the matter ... ugh! Don't ... you ... like ... my ... ass?"

"I love your ass. I'd just like to taste that sweet pussy of yours."

"You can eat me if you want. That isn't against the rules."

"I might take you up on that ... when I finish here."

Bruce was forcefully plowing Chargette's asshole. He loved hot, tight, smooth asshole, but he had fucked the blonde whore up her butt a hundred times in the past. He had never had her pussy! It was the joy he really wanted to experience. It would almost be like fucking a virgin.

"Baby," said Chargette. "If I was going to break the rules with anybody, it would be with you. But I just can't ..."

"All right. Just shut up and move your ass."

Chargette giggled and began to churn her buns. Bruce gasped at the new excitement she was delivering into his tingling balls. Her tush was moving like a Mixmaster!

"Wow!"

"Like what?" asked the girl.

"I'll say!"

"I figure if I can't give you what you really want, I'll give you the second best."

"Oooooo!" was all Bruce could say now. The sensations of the sex were taking command.

In a moment Bruce's nuts were boiling and getting ready to shoot their wet reward. He grabbed the girl's hips and began moving with a new found force.

"Oh, baby! I'm coming. I'm coming!"

"Jesus! I can feel it!"

Chargette's eyes went wide as she was given her hot spunk enema. Gob after creamy gob of man-juice shot into her bowels.

"Shit! Where do you get all of that! You're filling my guts!"

"Oh! Oh! Oh!"

Shot after shot of thick cream burst from the man's staff. Bruce just clung to the girl and let it go. He didn't even attempt to hold any back. He knew there would be plenty for later.

Finally, it was over. Bruce pulled his staff out of Chargette's anal hole and she fell forward. Some of the spent cum gushed out and formed a little pool between the cheeks of her ass. It began to run down her butt crack and into her pussy.

Bruce laughed. "Looks like I'm getting some of my load in your cunt after all."

"Holy shit!" was all Chargette could say.

"I only let my boyfriend fuck me in the cunt," said Chargette. "And then he only fucks me in the cunt. By the time I get home at night I've had it so many times in my other places that I don't even want to think about that stuff."

She was all cleaned up now after her anal sex with Bruce and he was down between her legs while she sat on the bench. He was busily eating her.

"Oooo, baby. That feels nice! Keep sucking there ... yes! Like that! Oh! Oh! I'm coming!"

Chargette came on Bruce's face. She lifted her ass off the bench and pressed her crotch hard into his mouth, coating it with her passion juices.
"OOOOO! That was a good one!"

Bruce pulled his wet face away and grinned up at her. "I'm glad you liked it," he said.

"That was fun!" she said, standing up. "What do you want to do next?"

"How about a fuck ..."

"Bruce!"

"Okay ... okay ... then just suck me off."

"Fine," said the girl and she knelt down in front of him.

"Tom didn't have any sex at the club today," Bruce told Paula at the dinner table.

"You're kidding ..."

"No ... really. He just worked out and went home"

"Jesus Christ! That's got to be a first! Tom not wanting any sex! Is there something wrong with him or something? Everyone's acting kind of funny . .

"Tom's uptight. There was something that happened over the weekend that I suppose I should tell you about"

"I think you better."

Bruce was just about to tell Paula about the incident when the phone rang. Paula was closest to the receiver so she answered.

"Hello ... What? ... Carol, honey ... He what? ... Why? ... I ... I don't understand! ... Jesus Christ! ... Please, honey. Stop crying. Everything's going to be fine. Yes ... I'll help. I'll talk to Bruce ... we won't let that happen. Don't worry"

Paula hung up the phone and turned toward her husband. "I don't know what went on over the weekend, or what happened, but it's time you told me all about it!"

"Why? What's wrong?" Bruce didn't like the look of shock on Paula's face.
"That was Carol. Tom told her not to see us anymore. Jesus, Bruce ... he's disbanding the Sexgamers!"



Chapter 9
August1

It was a long, dry month ... in more ways than one.

The sex parties were cancelled. The weekly bouts of lusty activities were totally eliminated and, no matter how much pleading and coaxing Carol and Paula did, Tom just wouldn't cooperate.

Tom talked to Bruce only in passing. His ego was shattered, his pride torn apart, and Tom just wouldn't forgive his neighbor for jumping on his wife without permission.

Carol and Paula began to meet more and more regularly for afternoon sessions of love play. Tom had even become cold in his own bedroom and Carol had to rely on her sessions with Paula and her own hands for her satisfaction. This drove the horny housewife mad with pent-up passion. Not in the past fourteen years had she gone without cock on a regular basis. Her pussy was in agony. Even her substantial collection of dildoes and vibrators couldn't fill her needs and ease her desires. A rubber prick just wasn't the same as the real thing.

Carol would watch Bruce Clarke working in his yard or sun bathing or swimming, and she longed to feel his body possessing her again. But she knew that if Tom found them fucking again he would probably kill both of them!

One evening Carol watched Bruce and Paula taking a fuck outdoors by their pool, and she literally wept with passion. She stood and shamelessly masturbated while she watched the neighbors screwing, and the tears flowed down her cheeks, and the juices flowed down her legs!

As the long days passed, Tom became less and less interested in sex. No matter how hard Carol tried, he wouldn't fuck her. She felt his penis and rubbed it with her body, using her tits and ass cheeks to try to arouse him into an erection, but nothing worked. The young wife always ended up having to do herself, and frustrated and unfulfilled, her hole empty of cock.

Finally, unable to take anymore, Carol went to a lawyer and talked about getting a divorce.

Carol met her husband outside The Backdoor Club and they went across the street to a little restaurant. As they entered, Carol gasped and knew they had made a mistake. Sitting in a corner booth were Bruce Clarke and Chargette. Maybe Tom wouldn't see them ...

Too late! Tom spotted his neighbor and began to walk towards him, a lecherous grin on his face.

Carol reached out and grabbed her husband's sleeve. "Tom ... please! Don't make a scene!"

Tom just glared at her and pulled his arm free and continued walking towards Bruce.

Bruce saw the trouble coming. "Oh, oh!"

"Hello, Bruce," called Tom.

"Hi, Tom!" called Chargette, a big smile on her pretty face. It looked like she was about to have dinner with her two favorite customers. "Are you going to join us?"

Tom glared at Chargette. "Why don't you wait outside where you belong."

The blonde girl looked very hurt, as if she was about to start bawling. "I'm not an animal."

"You act like one ..."

"Tom! For Christ's sake!" Carol had come up behind him. "Don't mind him, Chargette. He's just being a prick."

Bruce stood up. "Tom ... I really don't give a damn how you feel about me anymore, but you owe Chargette an apology"

"Fuck you!"

"What the hell's the matter with you? You used to be the greatest sex-man in the county. Now you act like a high school boy who found his girl kissing another kid. Why the fuck don't you grow up!"

The restaurant was suddenly very quiet. Everyone was watching the two men. A waitress had run into the back to get the manager.

"You know damn well what's the matter," said Tom.

"Christ, Tom ... can't you forget it!"

"Sit down or I'll knock you down!"

"Tom ... please!" said Carol. "You're going to get us thrown out."

Bruce was still standing. "Go ahead, asshole. I'm waiting for you to try to knock me down"

"Don't tempt me," said Tom.

"Tom ... shit! Here comes the manager!" said Carol. She was looking at a very big man with two young men at his side. They were pushing through the crowd, heading right toward Bruce's table, and they looked serious!

"I'm still waiting for you to knock me down," said Bruce.

"Nobody's going to knock anyone down!" called the manager. He pushed Carol out of the way and grabbed Tom's arms.

"Hey ... that's my wife you shoved!"

"You're leaving," said the manager.

"I don't like the way you shoved the lady," said Bruce. He was pushing away from the table. "And take your hands off my friend!"

"These people were just leaving," said the manager.

"We'll leave when we're ready," said Tom, which was a bold thing to say with the strong manager about to crush his elbows.

The manager turned his head and said to one of the young men, "Take the woman!"

When the man grabbed Carol, it was all Tom could take. He broke free from the manager's hold and hit the young guy with a punch that almost took his head off. The man flipped backwards and did a summersault over an empty chair.

"Get him!" shouted the manager.

"Hey!" yelled Bruce. He leaped over his table and grabbed the manager's head. His jump knocked Chargette off her seat. She went sprawling on the floor, her little skirt hiking up in the process giving the patrons a full view of her pantied crotch and buns. A few of the male customers applauded this.

Tom took the second young man out with no problem. Bruce was busy grappling with the manager.

"Look out, you guys!" shouted Carol. "Here comes more troops!" She was pointing at two more men who were rushing out of the kitchen.

Tom met these men with swinging fists, but he soon went down with their dual weight.

"Tom!" shouted Carol with alarm.

Bruce pushed the manager away, sending him tumbling over a table and into the lap of a fat woman. He jumped up on a chair and yelled, "I saw Captain America do this in a comic book last night! YAHOOOOO!" and he leaped into the air.

Bruce did a perfect dive that culminated with his arms wrapped around the two men's heads. He pulled them down and broke his fall with their asses. They sprawled backwards, but the agile Bruce leaped right to his feet again.

Now Tom and Bruce were standing back to back, fists balled and stance set for more action.

"Thanks, pal," said Tom. "I think those two guys would have had me."

"Don't mention it," said a grinning Bruce.

The manager had re-grouped his forces, but the young men had lost all their fight.

"You don't pay us enough to tangle with these two guys," said one of the men. The others nodded agreement and they walked away, deserting the manager.

Tom and Bruce grinned and put down their fists.

"Would you two assholes just leave now, please," begged the ragged manager. "I gotta go in the back and check the paper for another job."

"Sorry," said Tom.

"You shouldn't have interfered," said Bruce.

The manager just shook his head and looked at his shoes.

"My wife will pay you for any damages," said Tom.

"Thanks!" said Carol.

Bruce put his arm around his comrade's shoulder. "Just like old times!"

"Yeah ... we still make a great team!"

"The best. But, listen ... I'm just fired up! Why don't we go tear up a few bars!"

"Sounds good to me," said Tom. "If you buy the first round of brew."
"You're on!"

Tom laughed and put his arm around Bruce and the two partners turned and began stepping over the wreckage. Some of the patrons stood and cheered as they left.

Carol stood watching the two men leave, and just shook her head. It took a fucking fight to get things back to normal. She would never understand men!

Carol leaned over and helped Chargette stand up. "I guess that leaves you and me, honey," she said. "Can I buy you a drink?"

"Sure," said the blonde. She was searching on the floor for a lost earring. "Damn ... those two guys are really something else!"

"Yeh," said Carol. "That's why I love 'em!"

Tom returned home late that night, drunker than shit. He woke Carol, threw the bed sheets on the floor, mounted her naked body and fucked the daylights out of her!



Chapter 10

The next morning, Paula Clarke met Tom in a restaurant in the city for brunch.

"Bruce told me what you guys did last night," said Paula as the waiter poured the coffee.

"Yeah," said Tom. "We had a pretty good time."

"That was obvious when Bruce woke me at two in the morning singing Irish folksongs!"

"He was pretty drunk."

"Even Carol called me this morning. Guess you two had a pretty good time, yourselves."

"My poor wife. I've been treating her terrible lately. I don't know what's got into me."

"Male pride," explained Paula. "Did you know that Carol's talked with a lawyer?"

"Yeh. Jesus ... I'd never let her leave me! If I ever lost that girl ..." Tom couldn't finish. He just shook his head at the total misery of the notion.

"It's probably all over now, isn't it Tom?"

"Yes ..."

"Good!"

"Paula ... I ... I feel like an ass!"

"Don't. You're only human. You reacted like a very normal, very proud man. You just shouldn't hold a grudge. And, thank God, you didn't do anything really foolish,"

"Yeah ... I could have ..."

"Never mind."

Their food arrived. They ate for a while in silence, then Paula said, "As far as I'm concerned, there's still a score to be settled between you two men."

Tom looked up and into Paula's eyes, knowing she was the score. "I suppose there is," he said.

"If you come over to my house tonight, I'll let you even things up" There was a lusty twinkle in her eyes.

"That's the best offer I've had in a month," said Tom.

"Then you'll come?"

"You couldn't keep me away with a tank!"

"Good!" Paula's left hand slipped under the table and into Tom's lap. She briefly rubbed his crotch. "I'll be looking forward to it."

Tom's cock was hard the rest of the day.

That evening, Tom Prince strolled over to his neighbor's house. Bruce met him at the door and welcomed him inside.

"Come in, Tom," said Bruce, going through what almost looked like a ritual. "You are welcome to my home, and ..." They entered the living room and there stood a magnificent, naked Paula. "You are welcome to my wife," finished Bruce.

Tom felt justified. He grinned as she began to chuck off his clothes.

Paula turned and swayed over to the couch and laid down. There would be no teasing. No tricks. She belonged to Tom Prince, now, and he was welcome to take her and use her as he wanted.

Tom got naked. He literally jogged over to the waiting woman and leaned over the couch. He positioned himself, aimed, mounted and then Bruce Clarke was watching his neighbor's long, aroused organ slide easily inside the wife's pussy.

Bruce sat in a chair and prepared to watch.

When he was fully inserted, Tom looked over his shoulder at Bruce and grinned. "Gonna watch, Bruce?"

"Sure. After all, you watched Carol and me make it:'

Tom laughed. He was really enjoying this. He looked down at the gorgeous blonde beneath him and smiled into Paula's eyes.

"She's one fine woman, Bruce," said Tom.
"I know ..."

"Tight and wet and hot and good. Baby ..." he said to Paula. "I don't think I can wait any longer. I gotta start ..."

"Yes, Tom. Oh, yes! Fuck me! Fuck me, now!"

"Are you sure it's okay?" He was teasing her now.

"Yes, baby ... yes! Do it!"

Tom began. He lifted his hips high and slow, then pushed and delivered the first thrust. It was a deep, full stroke and made Paula groan. It was followed by another, and another ... and then they were fucking!

Bruce watched Tom's butt tighten and quiver as he began enjoying Paula. He took her with expert moves and it became very stimulating to watch. Bruce was only wearing a small pair of bathing briefs and he quickly slipped out of these, releasing his hard, drooling member. He reached for himself and took the cock in his own hand to slowly stroke in tempo with Tom's screw. Bruce's hand pumped rhythmically on his long, hard organ as he watched his neighbor having his wife.

The couple on the couch bounced and humped together in perfect unison. These were obviously two people who knew how to fuck. Tom's long, dry spell was ended and he hadn't lost any of his finesse. He fucked Paula now as if there hadn't been any problems between them. He worked in her like a pro, totally concentrating on every throw of his organ and every move the girl beneath him made in response. Tom Prince was back to being himself again.

But Tom was excited and it wasn't long after his fuck began that he was tasting the rising cum. He stopped moving to hold his climax and Paula moaned with disappointment.

"Tom ... please!" she gasped.

Tom let himself go. He smiled and, after only a few more strong, deep thrusts, he delivered his sperm load into the waiting girl.

Bruce saw Tom shudder and go off. His neighbor's buttocks were quivering violently as he held tight to squirt his seed deep into Paula's pussy. Bruce stood up and waited. He was going to take Tom's place.

Tom's muscular body shivered one last time and the spasms of his release were past. He sighed with deep contentment and lifted himself and slowly pulled out of Paula.

Torn stood up and Bruce said, "Now it's my turn for some of that!"

Bruce hastily mounted his wife and filled her wet hole with his thick, throbbing meat. He was more than ready for his fuck.

Now it was Tom's turn to sit and watch male behind lifting and falling, pumping and tightening and quivering with the multi-pleasures of good sex. Tom spread his legs apart and groaned as his organ came back to life and stood, hard and ready for more action!

Bruce glanced over and saw Tom. His dick was still stiff and it was obvious that he hadn't shot all his juice out during his first fuck with Paula. Bruce remembered that the evening belonged to Tom. This party was for him. Can't let him just sit there with a hard-on and nowhere to put it!

"Hey," called Bruce Clarke. "There's enough here for both of us!"

Bruce pushed and used his weight and leverage to lift Paula and himself off the couch. They remained joined, and Paula experienced an orgasm in the process of their shift.

"OOOOO!" she went. "Bruce ... you made me come!"

Bruce wasn't paying any attention. He concentrated on what he was doing and turned his wife's body to present her lush derriere to Tom. "How about some asshole?" he asked.

Paula looked over her smooth shoulder at Tom and smiled. She gave her head a little nod of agreement. She bent slightly, careful to keep Bruce deep inside her front hole, and offered her ass to Tom.

Tom Prince grinned and stood up. He stepped over to the waiting couple and took hold of Paula by her hips. He aimed his pole at her anus and she opened to accept his cock up her shitter.

Tom went in smooth and far. He nodded to Bruce and then the two men began using the beautiful woman between them in unison.

The men stood and grunted and pumped. Paula went out of her mind with her ecstasy as the two male organs began to stroke in and out of her dual holes. Her entire body shook and she was soon taken by another orgasm.

The men worked hard and fast, both with only one purpose in mind. To get their guns off!

It didn't take them long. The men looked at each other and both knew it was time!

Everyone shuddered and the two cocks exploded wetly and began filling the girl with their discharge at the same instant. It was as if they all had a sexual ESP

When the orgasms were all completely over, Tom withdrew his spent prick from Paula's anal channel and pulled away. He leaned down and began collecting his clothing.

Bruce and Paula also pulled apart. The blonde bombshell quickly left the room to clean herself up. The men's juices were running out of her holes and down her legs in wet rivers.

"Tom ... I hope you enjoyed it as much as we did." said Bruce.

"You bet. Thanks, Bruce."

"Sure ... "

"And thank Paula for me."


"I will ... and ... you and Carol won't be strangers ..."

"You couldn't keep me away with a bulldozer!"

The men grinned at each other, shook hands and Tom left.

It was deep night by now and Tom didn't bother to put his clothes back on. He trotted to his house, whistling and smiling in the dark.

At home, Carol was waiting for him: He came in, humming and obviously very happy.

"Hello, darling," said Carol. "Did you have fun next door?"

"Great time!" Tom grinned at her. "Do you know what I did?"

"Paula told me what they had in mind. I think it was a good idea"

Tom went into his bath. He turned on the shower and tested the water temperature with his hand.

"Carol!" he called.

"Yes, darling?" She was standing right behind him. She had followed him into the bath, excited to hear what had happened.

"Why don't you give Paula a call and start planning our next orgy ... right now?" said Tom.

"Can I ..?"

"Sure."

"Oh, goodie!" said the happy housewife. "But first ... do you have anything left over for me?"

Carol lifted her skirt and she wasn't wearing any panties beneath it. She flashed her cunt at her husband.

Tom gasped at the sight of his wife's lush puss He took a step over to her and took Carol into hi arms. "Honey," he said. "There's always enough for you," and he kissed her passionately.

"All is forgiven," said Tom Prince.

"Did you know that the girls are planning pool-side orgy for Friday night?" asked Bruce Clarke.

"Sure. I suggested it"

Bruce grinned.

The two men had met at The Backdoor Club They climbed out of the swimming pool any headed for the showers.

"Let's take a couple of girls with us," suggested Tom.

"Okay," said Bruce.

They found two lovely, young girls who were willing to go with them into the showers. The foursome stripped off their bathing attire any stepped under the spray. The two whores immediately bent over and presented their assholes to the men.

Bruce soaped up his penis and entered his girl and began fucking her ass with long, strong glides. "Last night was great," he said. "I've been thinking about it all day"

"Me, too," said Tom. He was also inside of his girl.

"Paula's a real trooper."

"I'll say. I sent her flowers today"

"She loves flowers ..."

"I know ... oh ... Bruce! This feels great! I ... I can't hold mine back! I have to let it gooooo! NOW!!!"

Bruce watched his friend's entire body shudder as he released himself in the girl's ass. It was a good load and a large amount of surplus spunk gushed out from the girl's butt crack and • was washed down the drain. Pretty impressive for a man who had had three hot fucks just the night before!

Bruce grinned. He was watching a grade A sex-man in action.

Tom Prince was completely back to his old self!



Chapter 11

The parties became more and more frequent as the summer progressed. Once, they held three orgies in one week!

Tom became healthy and happy again.

It was a great summer.

The pleasures that Paula was having were reflected in her work. Her writing became extremely hot and her public couldn't get enough of her.

Paula couldn't get enough of Bruce and Tom. She took them at every opportunity she had. She took them in her cunt and mouth and up her lovely ass. She jerked them off with her hands and let them pump off their loads between her breasts and buttock mounds. She just couldn't get enough of their juices. She took it in her and on her and watched as they jacked off hot climaxes for her while she gladly did the same for them.

Her work benefited from all of her sex. She wrote an entire novel during the month of August.

The men were going to The Backdoor Club more and more often, and spending less time working out while there, and more time with the girls. Carol noted this to Paula and the two ladies began to compensate by having their own afternoon session more often.

Bruce returned from work early one hot afternoon and caught the two wives in action. He entered his bathroom and found them going at it in the shower. Carol was leaning back against the tiled wall while Paula was kneeling in front of her and sucking her off. Paula's talented tongue was flickering like crazy on the other girl's clitty, driving Carol mad with passion. The lush brunette had her eyes closed and was moaning with her feelings of ecstasy, her ass was pounding as she drove her crotch towards a climax on Paula's mouth.

Bruce almost came in his pants. He quickly stripped and joined the ladies in the shower, and, just as Carol shook with her eventual orgasm, he knelt behind his wife and shoved his aroused prick up Paula's ass.

A hot, impromptu threesome followed.

Tom Prince never went to The Backdoor Club again without having sex. In fact, now he was visiting the club specifically for sex! And, he began going there every afternoon!

Tom was evidently trying to make up for lost time.

Bruce and Tom entered the locker room an stripped off their shorts. Tom inspected his good body in the mirrors. "Do you think the girls are getting mad at us for coming here so often?"

"Naw!" said Bruce. "They don't care. As long as we have our weekly orgies, they're happy ... besides, I found out that they're having their own little bouts of sex in the afternoons."

"Oh? How did you find that out?"

"I caught them in the act," Bruce said, grinning "I came home early one day and found my wife eating yours in our shower."

"Jesus ..."

"Needless to say, I jumped in!"

"I don't blame you."
Bruce stepped under the shower and started to soap down. In a moment, a young girl passed through and asked him if he would like some sex. Bruce said sure and the lady stepped into the shower with him, went down on her knees an started sucking him off.

Tom looked at his friend having his blow job. His prick suddenly jerked and Tom looked at it. It was hard and jumping around, as if he was getting the suck as well as Bruce.

In the shower, the girl was sliding a soapy hand in and out of Bruce's butt cheeks, stimulating him anally while she licked him off. She used her other hand to stroke his throbbing member at its base while she used her soft lips on its mushroomed head.

Tom looked over at Bruce and looked down himself. God, this was incredible! His own cock was jumping and pumping of itself, as if he was also having a mouth job. He was so in tune with h comrade that he was feeling the effects of his sex b just watching!

Bruce suddenly grabbed the girl's head an began to piston his hips, fucking her mouth wit long, fast strokes. From the look of concentration on his face, it was very obvious that he was close to climax.

"I really look forward to these sessions," said Bruce. "All day long, I think about nothing but ... OOO! ... THIS!" With one last shove, Bruce went in and began shooting off between the girl lips. He quickly filled her mouth with his cum.

Tom couldn't believe what was happening! I desperation, he grabbed his own dick and pulled on it.

"I'm coming! I'm coming!" announced Bruce Clarke as he blew his wad.

"Oh ... Holy Shit!" cried Tom. "I'm gonn come too! Oh ... it's going to happen"

"Tom? A hand job ..?"

"There's nothing I can do to stop it! Jesus! Tom gasped and his body did a little dance. Bruce thought he looked funny. "IT'S GOING TO HAPPEN! ! !"

Tom closed his eyes and concentrated on the sensations of his arriving come. He might as well enjoy it.

Bruce finished his climax and pulled out of the girl's mouth. He leaned back against the wall resting, and lazily watched Tom.

Tom's cock gave a mighty jerk in his hand any began to spit it's lusty, hot load. "Oh ... yes! There! I'm coming!" His entire body quivered with pleasure.

"I must say, Thomas," said Bruce with a grin. "I am impressed!"

That was the lifestyle for the two friends throughout August. Three or four times a week they would meet at The Backdoor Club for some fast sex. Other nights they would trade wives and play games.

It turned out to be a good summer, after all!

"Come on, Chargette. Just once?"

"No, Bruce. You know the rules"

"I don't see where just one nice fucking is gonna hurt."

"I'll lose my job."

"Okay... I suppose ..." 

"Do you want to have me or not?"

"I want your cunt."

"Bruce!"

"Okay, babe ... bend over."

Chargette braced herself against the back of a chair. Her twin mounds opened enticingly and Bruce moaned when he saw her like that. She did look good!

He was already naked. He stepped up to her and aimed his quivering pole at her pink anus. He pushed and she moved back a few inches, accepting his length and swallowing him deeply into her asshole.

Bruce had to admit that this was great sex. Chargette had a tight, hot, smooth rectum that was made for anal sexplay. Her talented ass could milk and pump him like any pussy he had ever dipped into ... in fact, even better than most. Chargette was a pro with her ass!

But Bruce was still denied the one thing he wanted most ... her sweet cunt! As many times as he had used this lovely girl, taken her up the ass and in her mouth and hands, fucked off between her tits and buttcheeks, jacked off for her and sprayed her with his jizm, he had never been granted the chance to penetrate her front hole. It had become like an obsession to him. He dreamed about her pussy. He indulged in hot, masturbatory fantasies about her cunt, and how it would wrap around his cock, suck it in, pull on it, wet and sweet and hot and juicy!

It looked as if Bruce would only get to dream, and never really have the chance to plunge his prick into that wonderful opening. Only in his dreams.

Bruce began to pump. He looked down briefly to watch his long cock begin its work. It went in and out between the girl's lovely, rounded asscheeks, appearing and disappearing with stroke after stroke of anal delight.

It felt good, and he responded. His dick juiced up nicely and made the girl's shit channel wet and slippery for a good fucking. She was hot and she used her body to respond to -him, taking him and pumping his cock off with her tight ass.

But it just wasn't the same as having her up the cunt!

Bruce decided to try one last ploy. "Baby... if you let me fuck you, I'll buy you a nice present."

"You are fucking me."

"I mean up the cunt."

"Sorry."

"I'll buy you a fur coat."

"I already have a number of fur coats."

"A diamond ring? Come on, Chargette. It's only another hole."

"Sorry"

"I'll bet you let your boyfriend have it."

"That's my business."

"Why won't you let me have it like that ... baby?"

"I told you ... it's against the rules!"

"Shit!"

"Sorry"

"No ... OOOOO ... I'm gonna come!"

"Good! Then maybe you'll forget about fucking my pussy."

"Oh, WOW!"

Bruce began stabbing into the blonde's asshole with faster and deeper jabs, going for his come. Everything else was out of his mind, now, except the sensations of his rising climax.

His hips pistoned. Chargette used her back hole to expertly milk him towards his release. Suddenly, his balls jerked and gave a high jump arid his prick throbbed with the pre-spasm of his impending come, and he groaned loud enough for everyone in the place to hear him.

"Must be another guy getting off in Chargette's ass," said one of the patrons in a sauna bath. "She always does that to 'em."

Bruce shoved deep and held. His prick gave another dry jerk, and another, then his juice exploded from the head of his cock, filling the girl's ass.

Bruce stood and shook throughout his come. He held his cock in place until all his spunk was out, then slowly withdrew it from Chargette's anal canal.

The blonde lovely stood and reached back to rub her ass. "You sure aren't getting any smaller," she said to Bruce with a playful smile.

Bruce grinned at her. "Now, baby ... how about that screw between your legs, like we've been talking about ..."

"Bruce!"

Chargette stood and watched Tom Prince working out. He looked so good.

It was the next day after she had serviced Bruce. She loved Bruce, but he was so persistent. She loved teasing him.

But Tom was different. He was quieter, stronger in character. Darker. Chargette liked dark men. He was so good looking!

She watched his fantastic body working and she bit her lower lip in deep thought.

What the hell! Why not! A girl only lived once! She decided to approach Tom.

"Hello, Tom," she said, walking slowly up to him.

"Hi, Chargette." He reached for a towel to wipe the sweat from his brow.

"It looks like you're having a good work out," said the girl.

"Not bad"

"Say ... I was wondering ... you know, a girl needs certain things, once in a while ... you know ..."

"What are you talking about?" Tom looked puzzled.

Chargette bit her lip again. Tom Prince had the little pro stuttering like a school girl on her first date. "Tom?" she asked, finally. "Would you like to make love to me?" It came out a soft whisper.

"Sure!" said Tom. "Bend over..."

"Uh ... I don't mean like that. I mean ... you know ... like a husband and wife do it."

"You mean ...?" Tom couldn't believe this was happening.

"Yeh. In my other hole."

"You mean fuck you up the cunt!?!"

"Shhhhh! Jesus! You're gonna get me fired! If my boss finds out ..."

"Well ... what?"

"We can go into a back room I know about. I'll let you do it to me in secret."

"Wow ... I can't believe this!"

Chargette took Tom by the hand and carefully led him into the back room she was talking about. The secretiveness added spice to the adventure, and Tom grinned with the fun he was having.

When they had entered the little storage room, Chargette closed the door behind them and came into Tom's powerful arms to be kissed. He complied, passionately, his tongue entering her sweet mouth and exploring.

The kiss lasted a long time, then the blonde pulled away, breathless. "That's the first time you ever kissed me, Tom."

"Yeh ..."

"Do you like me?"

"You know I do, baby."

"I just have to try it with you ... just once. I hope you don't mind ..."

"Are you kidding?!"

Chargette laughed and slipped out of her little dress. She was naked beneath it and ready for action.

Tom hastily pulled down his shorts and jock strap. His impressive wang sprang into view. He kicked the clothes aside and stepped up to Chargette and took her into his arms again for another kiss. Her soft body felt good pressed against his.

The girl reached down to feel Tom's cock. It grew hard and full of power in her grasp. She stroked him briefly, letting his prick swell and fill with need for her.

But she wasn't going to tease him. She wanted him, then, just as badly as he wanted her. She hadn't been with her boyfriend in a number of days and she needed a good fuck.

This would be the first time she ever let a customer screw her in the cunt! She wondered if she should charge him.

Chargette leaned back against a table, letting her ass rest on it. She spread her legs and opened for Tom.

Tom Prince looked into Chargette's cunt and couldn't believe this was happening. This was just too good to be real! Her pussy, opened and inviting, looked so good. Coral depths, wet and ready, opened for him to use now, as he pleased.

Tom couldn't wait a second longer. He moved over to the girl, leaned on her and aimed his prong at her slit, using his hand to guide himself. Chargette also reached down and guided him with her fingers, placing the tip of his cock directly at the hot opening of her slot.

Tom hesitated. He looked into her eyes and she smiled at him and gave a little nod.

"Go ahead, Tom. Take me!"

"Can I ... really?"

"Yes!"

She gave a little shove with her hips and his cock was going between the lips of her hole, the tip now buried. Only the very tip. He moved this and he felt how wet and ready she was and her little clit was hard and responding, and then she gave another push with her hips and he went in!

All the way with one sweet, deep, long slide!

"Oh, my God!" said the blonde. "You're in me! You're inside me!"

"Yes!"

"Tom! It's in! It's in!"

"Yes ... baby! Yes!"

Then Chargette did something with her body that caused Tom's cock to stroke in and out, in and out, two long, deep glides that made him shudder from head to toe.

He couldn't believe how good she was, how tight and wet and hot and juicy and sweet and fine. Just like he knew she would be!

Tom went wild with his passion for her. He began to screw into her hole with deep, sure strokes, grinding his butt to move in and out and around and dip for plunge after delicious plunge into that tender, wonderful cunt!

Chargette responded. She began humping her ass to meet and take Tom's fuck. Her body moved with the rhythm of sex, twirling and rising and dipping, her loins accepting eagerly what was happening in them.


"Oh," she gasped into his ear. "Fuck me! Fuck Me! Fuck me, Tom! Do it!"

"Yes ... oh, baby ... my sweet baby ... you're so good ... so good ... my baby ... I ... I'm fucking you! I'M FUCKING!"

"Yes! FUCK ME! FUCK MY ASS OFF!"

A weird thought suddenly crossed Tom's mind. If he fucked her ass off, how would she make a living?

He would ask her. "Chargette?"

"What, baby? OOOOOH!"

"Never mind."

"BABY!"

"Oh ... YES! My sweet thing ... my baby... my precious ..."

"Tom!"

He knew he wasn't going to make his fuck last long. He could already taste the rising cum in his meat. His cock was just dying to shoot it's hot load into her, and he thought he felt some drools of his spunk already escape the hole in his dick and ooze into her. He couldn't control himself. It was just too damn good!

But Chargette was filled with the same need and passion as her partner. Her climax was only a few strokes away.

"Don't stop! Don't stop, Tom," she begged. "If you stop now, I'll kill you!"

"Baby ..." He had no intentions of stopping!

Her hole was so juiced up now that it made slurping sounds as Tom fucked into it. Her cream was gushing out around his cock and balls, coating him. This was one turned-on lady!

Chargette's big moment was almost at hand. She was set to burst her goodies.

"Here comes my fun!" she announced to Tom.

She drove herself to it. Her ass bounced and ground with a new power. Her hips literally pistoned and Tom held her and tried to match her strokings, but he couldn't meet the passion she was showing! His own senses were reeling with the feelings of his sex and building come.

Chargette was right at the peak, and she didn't let it last, but pushed herself over. She wanted it!

She clutched Tom's muscular shoulders. "Tom!" she gasped in his ear. "You did it, darling! I'm going to come! I'm going to come! Soon! Baby... here I gooooo! Now! Let it be now! Now! Now! Now! Now! NOW!"

Chargette went off and Tom wasn't far away from his own moment of bliss. He went for it, driving his pecker in her spasming, foaming pussy with a new force.

Never had he fucked like this! Never in his life had he wanted anything so bad, so much as to let his load go into this wonderful girl's box! He had to.

"Tom!" Chargette felt his cock swell and jerk inside of her.

"Char ... gette! Oh! I'm gonna come, baby! I'M GONNA BLOWWWWW!"

"Let it go! Take me! Take me!"

"Can I, baby... inside you?"

"Yes! Yes, baby! YES!"

Tom couldn't believe it. He just couldn't believe it! His hips pistoned, jerked and went crazy as he began to spasm.

This was it!

"IIIIIMAD ... OH!" He had tried to say, "I made it!" Which was obvious to the blonde girl for her hole was full to overflowing as he poured himself into her.

Spasm followed spasm. Chargette thought he would never stop coming! He held himself deep in her and his body tensed, motionless, and all of his senses were concentrating on the myriad sensations of his climax.

Gob after hot, wet gob shot powerfully from his throbbing member, bursting and shooting high up into her belly. It pooled there, overflowed, gushed out around his dick and balls and all down her straining thighs.

Never had an orgasm felt so good or lasted so long. Tom couldn't even have imagined how fantastic this lush girl really was.

Finally, it was over, and Tom collapsed, listless, on top of her.

"Tom? Baby ... would you hand me a towel ... over there?"

"Ugh!"

"Please? I'm a mess!"

Tom withdrew his spent, flaccid prick from her sopping wet hole and stood up. He reached over and tossed a towel to the girl.

"Thanks," she said, snatching it out of the air.

"Baby ..." He walked over to her and kissed her on the face, letting his lips play lovingly over her cheeks, forehead and eyes. "I ... I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that ..."

Chargette chuckled. "It was my idea. Don't worry about it."

Tom still couldn't believe it actually happened! He had really fucked Chargette's cunt!

Wait until he told Bruce Clarke!


"Tom?" asked Chargette. "Please don't tell Bruce about this."

So much for that idea!

Bruce Clarke woke next to his beautiful, naked, sleeping wife. Paula was so gorgeous when she was sleeping with her mouth open. He was hard, and maybe he could put his cock into her lips for a sneak-suck?

Bruce rolled his own muscular nakedness over next to his wife's soft body and chuckled at the thought. He took Paula in his arms and kissed her awake.

"What are you doing, fuck-head! Leave me alone!" Paula could be a bear when she first woke up.

She pushed Bruce's chest and he held her tight, playing with her tits. Finally she gave in to his strength and melted against him, her belly hot against his loins.

"Good morning, dear," said Bruce. "I love you"

"My darling ... I love you, too. You know that ..."


"Sure. It's just that you're such a bitch when you first wake up."

"Fuck you!"

"Will you?"

"Later ..."

Paula pushed away from him and got out of their bed. She padded downstairs, not bothering to put any clothes on, and fixed a pot of coffee.

In a moment, Bruce joined her in the kitchen. He went to the refrigerator and poured himself a glass of orange juice. He pulled two vitamin tablets out of the cupboard and downed them, followed by the juice.

"We have the games tonight with the Princes," said Paula. "Remember?"

"How could I forget? I've been thinking about it all week."

"We're playing SEX WARS again, and this time I get to be Princess Lay-you!"

"Fine. As long as I don't have to be Hands Solo again, and jack off for everybody."

"You can be a robot and fuck me like a machine!"

"Sounds great!"

Paula poured the mugs of coffee and sat with her husband at the little kitchen table. "I'm sure glad you and Tom made up."

"Me, too"

"It would have been a hell of a summer for us without the Games!"

No truer words were ever spoken!

Next door, at the Prince's house, Carol was also up making coffee. When the pot was brewing, she went back into her bedroom and looked at her sleeping husband.

Tom was lying naked on the bed, his head cradled in his arm and a smile on his passionate mouth. His big penis was presented nicely to Carol, flaccid and lying across his muscled thigh.

Tom stirred, and his prick began to grow hard. It snaked up his belly and quivered. He must have been having a dream.

He gasped, and the word, "Chargette" came out.

Tom opened his eyes and saw Carol watching him in the doorway, naked and totally beautiful. He stretched and grinned at his wife, and his cock twitched with anticipation.

"Hello, babe ..." he said.

"Dreaming about that little blonde again?" asked Carol.

Tom lifted his arms, invitingly. "Come here ..."

"Behave yourself."

Tom smiled and reached down to feel his cock. It drooled into his fingers. He was ready!

"Tom ... please!" said Carol, a wry smile lifting one corner of her mouth. "Take a cold shower." She turned her back and he watched her lush bottom roll as she walked away.

"Shit!" said Tom.

He took a cooling shower and that helped a little. His prick stopped throbbing. He could always jerk off.

But there were games tonight, and he knew that he should try to save it.

Tom stepped out of the shower stall and took a towel and began drying off. Carol came back with a cup of black coffee. Tom took a sip and smiled at his wife.

"Thanks, hon"

He grabbed a pair of swimming briefs off a shelf and stepped into these. Carol watched as the tight fabric formed over his round, hard ass and the web cupped his big organ.

"Looks like it's going to be a beautiful day," said Carol. "The perfect Saturday."

"Yeh," said Tom. "With The Games tonight!"

"Are you ready?" asked Carol.

Tom grinned at her. "You bet," he said and ran outside for his morning work out.

Bruce Clarke was also working out, but in a different manner than Tom. He had a new sex magazine laid out in front of him and he was fantasizing that he was stroking oft towards a climax between the butt mounds of the girl on the pages. He was preparing his mind as well as his body for the evening's games.

He stood up when he had had enough of the fantasy and stepped into his shower. The cold water made his organ stop pulsating with need.

When he was finished, he joined Paula on the patio for a light breakfast.

"You look good today, lover," said his wife.

"It sure is a beautiful day," said Bruce, looking up at the blue sky and intense sunshine.

Paula was going over a few notes she had been making for her next book project. It was going to be a novel revolving around anal sex and was partly based on Chargette's life.

Bruce decided to go for a swim while his wife worked. He stood up and stretched his good body. He spotted Tom Prince in his yard next door, ready to dive from his board. The men waved to each other.

Paula looked up to see Tom's dive and then her own husband's lithe form jogged over to their pool and cleaved the air for his leap.

Paula gave a little shiver of anticipation. The two men looked so good and the Games were tonight.

She sighed and turned back to her work. The evening would be here soon enough.

"Roll the dice," said Carol.

"Christ! I sure hope I get more than a four," said Bruce.

He rolled a two.

"Shit!"

"Paula can give you twenty strokes with her hand," said Carol.

Paula reached into her husband's lap and began to jack his quivering dong. She counted off twenty strokes and then stopped jerking.

"Ooooooh," groaned a disappointed Bruce. "Just a few more?"

"No," said Carol. "Just twenty."

"What if I come accidentally?" asked Bruce. "It feels like I'm gonna shoot off at any moment!"

"Then you automatically lose," said Carol.

"Yeh ... maybe. But I win an orgasm!"

"Come on, Bruce," said Paula. "At least try."

Tom rolled. He got a six!

"You get to deliver thirty strokes into any hole of mine you want," explained Carol with a smile.

Her husband chose to pump into her cunt. He knelt behind his wife and began to deliver the jabs up her hole and she counted them off. "One, ug! ... two, ug! ... thooooree! ..."

Bruce watched Tom triumphantly fucking his wife. "Shit!" he said. "Some guys have all the luck!"



Chapter 12

Tom and Carol were at it again!

The last day of August, and summer was at an end. It had been a hell of a summer, filled with lusty adventure for The Sexgamers, as well as a few hard times.

But it was all a part of history now, to be recorded in the log books of the Diamond Harbor Sex Club.

"It's like one of Paula's novels," said Carol.

"How's that, honey?" asked Tom.

"We go through a whole summer full of sexy adventures and, in the end, wind up in bed, declaring our love, and fucking into the sunset."

"The sun has already set," said Tom. "But I love you."

"Aw ... sweety! I love you too."

They kissed.

"Now," said Tom. "Let's get to the part where we fuck." He rolled over on top of his wife.

Carol opened for him and Tom expertly found her slot. He went in, nice and smooth, and began to make love to his wife.

Sex just could not have been done better. These two knew each other perfectly, their needs and desires and wants, as only two people who have shared thousands of fucks can. They began to move, sure of themselves, and sure that they were about to have some terrific sex.

They weren't disappointed!

Carol's juicy twat grasped her husband's cockmeat and stroked it with velvety fingers. He started to hump and his cock quivered violently in his wife's pussy with it's need. The knob on its end swelled.

Shivering with her excitement and arousal, Carol threw her legs and arms around her husband's muscular body and urged him on to fuck her. She felt her hot juices flowing and knew that she was going to have, as well as give, a great screw!

Carol kissed her husband, "MMMMM! Baby," she gasped. "You feel good in me!"

"I love it when we're like this!"

"So uninhibited!"

"Yeh ... and hot!"

"Fuck me!"

Tom complied. He lifted his hips for a high, strong in-stroke, and delivered it.

"OOOOO ... that was a good one! More! More!" Carol was shivering with her desires.

Tom began to lurch wildly as he started giving his wife a powerful fucking. He pumped his organ in and out of her hot, sopping, sucking, moist, tight hole. Her heated channel stroked every inch of his rampaging pecker, rubbing and squeezing it as it worked it's magic.

Carol made her ass bob. She thrust herself, meeting Tom's strokes. He loved her like this, hot and delivering sex as well as taking it.

"That's it, baby," he gasped. "Move your ass! Fuck it, Carol ... FUCK IT!"

"Tom ..." Carol's voice was filled with passion. "Fuck me, baby. Give me your cock! Pound my ass through the mattress!"

"Take it! Take it! Take my fuck!"

His boner was driving wildly. He was really getting into it, punching his cock in and out of his wife's frothing cunt with everything he had. He fucked with force and power. This was no teasing screw. No playful sex. This was raw, solid, serious fucking!

All the playing was over. This was not a game!

This was SEX!

Carol's voluptuous body was quivering with joy. She loved this kind of fucking. It was the best!

"Jesus Christ, Tom! This feels gooood!"

"Yeh ..."

Tom thrust his hips with one downward plunge after another. He drove his manhood in and out of Carol's juicing slit. Their bellies pounded, slapping to the music and tempo of love. Squishing sounds filled the room. Organs meshed, drooled, mixed juices and grew hotter by the stroke!

Tom pumped his throbbing tool into Carol's belly with force and determination. He was relieving her frenzied pussy as well as taking and using it for his enjoyment. He fucked like a man who had been without a woman for months!

"Oh, shit, baby! That's it!" called Carol, overheated with her lust. "That's the way! Fuck me good! Like that ... and that ... and that ..."

Tom's ass lurched and drove to new heights of pleasure for the both of them. He was half out of his mind with passion. There was nothing in his world now but Carol and her pussy and this fuck!

"Fuck my cunt!" cried Carol. She was so deep into her sex that she didn't even know she was calling out her passion. Nor did she care! She just wanted it!" Screw me like there's no tomorrow! Punch your cock right through my cunt and out my ass!"

"Baby ... I love fucking you like this. So deep and so good!"

"Deeper! Go deeper! Go all the way to my tonsils! Go so far in that you give me brain damage!"

Tom was really fucking his wife! Her cries and calls of uninhibited passion and joy were spurring him on to new heights of sexual performance. He fucked like a machine!

Carol took every drive and stroke and thrust of his mighty fuck-tool. Her hot pussy captured and sucked him, then let him slide back out, almost to the point of popping from her slit, then back in ... deep and far and good! She loved it in her like that! All the way to the root!

Tom's ass pistoned. He fucked Carol with all the lust and power he had. As an expert sex-man, this meant more fucking meat and drive than most women could take, but the lovely Carol took it all with ease and begged for more!

Tom continued to deliver. He didn't let up. He fucked faster, harder, deeper, continuing to build speed and tempo. The sweat poured from his body. His muscles strained. His teeth were gritting. He drove with mad determination, urging his body on, fucking towards the goal in his beautiful mate's body!

"GO'FOR IT, TOM!"

"YEH!"

Their bodies welded together, then separated, then joined. The juices gushed. The sounds of their efforts filled the very air, grunts and groans of two people lost to lust!

"SHIT, THAT FEELS GOOD!" shouted Carol, meaning it. Nothing had ever felt better. "FASTER, BABY ... FASTER!"

Tom drove to fill his wife's desires. He moved like a man possessed and, in a way, he was possessed, by his wife's charms and her delicious cunt!

He must have it soon!

Carol was also very close to her completion. She wanted it!

"Baby!" gasped Tom. "I ... I'm gonna come real soon ... oh ... very soon!"
"Me too ..."

"I ... I gotta blow one!"

"Just don't stop!" Carol bounced her ass, driven by the taste of her building climax.

"Carol ..?"

"LET IT GO, YOU FUCKER!"

"Can I ...?"

"YES! YES!" Carol shrieked and humped through the multi-delights of her bursting orgasm. "SQUIRT IT IN ME! FILL MY HOLE WITH IT! FUCK OFF IN ME! FUCK! CREAM! OOOOOHHHHH! I THINK I'M GONNA DIE!"

Carol didn't die. Tom filled her with his cream, as she begged. Then they separated and kissed and soon went to sleep in each other's arms.

And another adventure in the lives of the Sexgamers came to an end. The summer was over. The fall was just around the corner. The weather would turn cool, but the passions of the Sexgamers would stay hot, filling their lives with fucking and sucking and anal sex and jerking off together.

It was a way of life.



The End
