Mark Farris - Nymph In Full Glory

Carol wanted to get off. She needed an orgasm, her hot body was begging for it! She cried and bucked and humped like a wild animal in heat, going straight for her climax.

From his perch at the window, Tom could plainly hear the calls of passion his wife was emitting. This urged him on to pull his cock with even more powerful masturbation strokes.

"Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me, Bruce!" she was calling.

The horny neighbor responded, "Yeh! Take it! Take my fuck!"

Tom watched and listened and jacked off. He stared down on the loving couple, their bodies grinding together, Carol meeting every thrust hungrily. Bruce delivered his screw with heated style, working steady, diligently to enjoy Tom's wife. It was almost too much for the hot Tom and he could hardly keep from blowing his load.

Tom looked down at his own body and the hand he was having… and he felt a bit jealous. Why was he having a hand job when his own wife was hot and ready to fuck? Why did Bruce, Clarke get the pleasure of making Carol, while he stood alone and watched and beat his meat?

A mixture of passion and anger filled Tom. He would stop playing with himself and save his load. He would rush down and grab his wife and rape her! He wouldn't shoot his passion in his fingers, but up her twat, or ass, or all over that lovely face.

The emotions welled inside Tom Prince and the hot passion he felt was unlike anything he had experienced before!

But, when Tom looked down again, he saw Carol shiver, her entire body shaking with her pleasure as she finally came on the driving pecker of their neighbor, and Tom was enthralled by the sight of his wife's climax.

Bruce Clarke was working hard to have his own completion. His ass was pile-driving as he took his powerful fuck in Carol. He was close. The look of total concentration on his features told Tom that. He was going to start shooting at any moment!

Now was Tom's chance. He should rush down and as Bruce withdrew his spent cock from Carol's juicy hole, Tom could shove into the quim and experience his own moments of bliss inside a pussy! He could mount Carol and take a quick one, filling her with his hot seed, his juice joining Bruce's in her belly. He could…

But, as Bruce arrived at his big moment and threw his head back and bellowed with triumph, Tom couldn't contain his lust any longer. With a loud groan of disappointment and joy, echoing Bruce's call of passion, Tom's cock jerked and began to spray out its hot load. The semen shot high and copiously. A white stream filled the air, and there was nothing Tom could do now but groan, grab himself and finish the job.

So while Bruce Clarke was pouring out his lust deep into Carol Prince's body, Tom Prince spilled his own hot juice on the carpeted floor of his bedroom.

Bruce tried to pull his cock out of Carol's hole, but she held him fast.

"Not yet!" begged the lusty housewife. "I'm still hot. Let's do another one!"

Bruce shrugged and grinned and pushed the full length of his prick back into Carol's waiting slit. It slid in smoothly, a deep glide that made Bruce shudder and his cock swell for more action. Carol's hot pussy always made him hot to fuck, and one stroke into that wonderful cunt was all it took to start a new, steamy, driving screw!

Bruce pounded into Carol's crotch with a new force. His ass pistoned. He wasn't going to waste any time with this one, it was going to be a hot, serious fuck! Seconds were always delicious, and Bruce and Carol took this sex with as much heat and sensual enthusiasm as they did their first fuck of the day.

The sex became very verbal:

"Fuck me! Fuck me!" cried Carol.

"Oh… hot baby! Yes! Take my fuck!" gasped Bruce.

"Fuck me off! Fuck me off! Do it! DOooooo… IT!"

"Baby! Baby! Yes! I'm fucking! I'm fuckinnnnnggggg!"

Bruce Clarke was indeed fucking… a hot, wild, driving fuck. His cock was moving with incredible speed, pumping in and out of Carol's sweet quim. Her ass was pounding back and she was expertly meeting every jab and stroke and stab he administered with the hunger of a woman who hadn't been fucked in a month.

In a few moments Carol called out her passion and erupted. Bruce felt the obvious climax tremors inside her pussy and knew Carol was coming.

Bruce humped towards his reward, but just as he was about to blast out his joy, Carol finished her climax and roughly pushed the neighbor away. He popped out of her overflowing quish and his pecker began to quiver and jerk, set to shoot, and Carol reached for it. She wanted to see him come!

Bruce braced himself reluctantly and prepared for the inevitable climax.

"I want to see your hot come!" said Carol.

And Bruce quickly accommodated her and arched his back and gasped as his cock came alive in her fingers and began to pump out its load. The juice shot out and splashed all over Carol's creamy tits and smooth belly.

Just then the fence flew open and a naked Tom Prince came charging into the yard sporting a tremendous hard-on. Bruce wasn't through the throes of his own sex yet, but Tom looked so funny that he began to laugh.

There was nothing funny in Tom's mood, though. He charged past Bruce and literally jumped on top of Carol and thrust his prick into her wet, sloppy hole.

Now it was Bruce's turn to watch male ass clutch and churn and quiver as Tom delivered a desperate fuck into his wife. But Bruce didn't watch for long. After only a few deep plunges, Tom tossed his head back in triumph and called out as he blew his load inside Carol. Bruce watched Tom's buttocks quiver violently as he came. It looked like a good orgasm.

It was indeed a fine orgasm, but as he finished, the cloud of rage filled Tom and he roughly pulled his spent organ out of his wife's flushed vagina and stood up.

Bruce grinned at his friend. He was standing there, still holding his dribbling cock. He said, "I guess you knew what you wanted, Tom. You sure didn't spend any time making decisions."

"Fuck you," said Tom Prince.

Bruce still thought his friend was kidding. "You should have made that decision a little while ago, before you shot your wad in Carol."

Tom turned at Bruce and glared at him. It was then that Bruce knew his friend wasn't kidding.

Those eyes! Tom's eyes were ice cold with his rage! Bruce had never seen anything quite as terrifying in his life. He felt like a mouse in the clutches of a wild cat, being shaken and ground into meat… Tom's eyes reached into his very soul and made his blood freeze.

There was no doubt in the world… if Tom had had a gun, he would have blown Bruce's head off!

"Tom…"

Carol reached gently for her husband. He turned and looked at her and she gasped at his expression. She was still against the table, her flushed legs spread and her red, tender pussy drooling shamelessly with the men's spend. The rivers of cum covered her thighs, but she forgot all about her condition and the cooling pools of sperm. Her only single thought was fear.

Tom Prince was really pissed!

Tom turned towards Bruce again. "In the future, you keep your hands off my wife and keep your pecker out of her!"

"Tom… I didn't mean…"

"Listen!" said Tom, pointing a finger in Bruce's face. "Don't fuck with me or my wife. If I catch you humping Carol like that again… I'll kill you!"

"But…"

"Bruce… don't," said Carol. "Let him go."

Tom gave the pair one last glare and turned. He stormed out of the yard and slammed the gate, breaking a hinge in the process.

"Jesus…"said Bruce.

"Bruce… I'm sorry. This was my fault… I shouldn't have come over here like this"

"Carol… no. I don't understand what got into Tom. For Christ's sake… we've fucked each other so many times in the past… and Tom's made it with Paula…"

"I don't understand it either, darling. I'll go have a talk with Tom."