Mark Farris - Nymph In Full Glory

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.

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.