Mark Farris - Nymph In Full Glory

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.