Mark Farris - Nymph In Full Glory

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.

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.