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.