Mark Farris - Nymph In Full Glory

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!