Mark Farris - Nymph In Full Glory

"You better let him cool down, first. He might…" Bruce left the sentence unfinished. There was no telling what Tom Prince might do in his condition.

"I'm not afraid of Tom, dear… there's nothing to worry about. Now, would you be a darling and please hand me a towel so I can clean up this mess all over me…"

Tom Prince would have been glad to know right then that Paula Clarke, the real cause of all this trouble, was having another shitty day!

She had returned home from the dinner on the previous evening totally exhausted and fell right to sleep as soon as her pretty head hit the pillow. She slept late the next morning and almost missed the opening of the convention. She did miss breakfast and had to wait until almost noon to have her first cup of coffee. The last speech of the morning ran long and her stomach was growling embarrassingly near the end.

The afternoon was hot and she longed to be home in her pool. The air conditioning went on the fritz and within a half hour the sweat was pouring off of her.

She sat there and dripped and listened to a publishing lawyer talk about copyright laws and she thought about Bruce and his long cock and how wonderfully delicious it felt when it was going in and out of her quim… Oh, so good! In, deep. Then out. In again… oh! Paula almost sobbed out loud.

When would this fucking weekend be over!

That evening Paula called her husband long distance. She lied to him and said she was having a great time. She said she was learning a lot and couldn't wait to get back home and go to work and start making them lots more money.

And fuck you, babe… she thought…

Bruce lied also. Actually he just didn't tell her all the truth. He told his wife everything was fine and he was having a quiet weekend.

He didn't tell her about the incident with Tom and Carol. He didn't want to worry her.

She would find out all about it soon enough.

On Monday morning, things were almost back to normal. Paula was home and visiting Carol for morning coffee and girl talk. The men were at work and the summer day was bright and beautiful. The children ran through the harbor streets, playing their games, while their mothers called each other and arranged to play their games, too.

Paula took a sip of her coffee and looked across the kitchen table at Carol. There was a twinkle of naughtiness in her blue eyes.

"I came home from the city last night so hot I couldn't stand it. I hadn't had an orgasm all weekend. I just met Bruce at the door and looked at him and went off. God… I wasn't even out of my jacket. I just hunkered down and came right inside the door. Poor Bruce thought there was something wrong with me, I couldn't talk. I just sobbed and finally got it out that I was coming and he started laughing at me"

Carol chuckled. "Without the games it was a tense weekend for us all," she said.

"I'll say. I'm really used to all that weekend sex! I look forward to it. You know, it's been over two years since we missed a weekly session of games!"

"Yeah… and I hope it's another two years before we miss them again. I hope you don't have to go away for a long time, dear."

"Me, too"

"Did Bruce tell you what happened… with Tom?"

"No… what are you talking about?"

"I guess it's not really that important"

"He did say something about not calling on you until Tom was at work today. That was kind of weird."

"It was a good idea."

Paula could sense a problem. "What is it, dear?"

"Oh… probably nothing… really. I'm sure it's all blown over by now"

Carol couldn't have been farther from the truth.

Bruce Clarke came out of the locker room of The Backdoor Club and spotted Tom Prince running around the indoor track. He waved, buy Tom didn't act like he saw him.

Or maybe he was still mad.

Bruce hoped not! He took a deep breath crossed his fingers and jogged out to join his friend.

"Hi, Tom," said Bruce as he trotted up along side him.

"Bruce"

Tom sounded cold.

"Been a tough day. I've been looking forward to this."

No response from Tom.

"I see that Chargette's working today. Maybe this is the day she'll let me have her in the cunt."

Still no response.

Now Bruce knew Tom was still mad!

"You still mad, Tom?"

"What do you think…?"

"Look, Tom… I really don't understand…"

Tom jogged away from him.

Later, after a grueling work out, Bruce found Tom in the showers. He stepped in next to him and turned the spray on his stiff body. Bruce's cock automatically reacted, growing hard and ready for his daily sex. He looked over at Tom whose penis was still soft and flaccid, dangling between his legs.

"You have your fuck already, Tom?" asked Bruce.

"I'm not in the mood." Tom turned off the shower and stepped out. Bruce watched him pick up a towel and walk away.

Bruce couldn't believe it. "Not in the mood?" he said under his breath.

This was the first time Bruce had ever known Tom Prince to be "not in the mood". Tom was always in the mood.

Well, fuck it! Bruce sure was ready. He soaped down his throbbing penis and had a hard time not going off in his slippery fist.

Fuck Tom! Bruce was going to have one hell of an orgasm… or two, or three.

Chargette walked by, her blonde hair bouncing in time with the lushness of her charms. There was Bruce's target!

"Hi, Chargette!" he called.

"Oh, Bruce… Hi, baby. You're looking good" She said it while staring right at his rampant cock.

"Thanks."

"Say! What the hell's the matter with Tom, today! I offered and he turned me down!"

"Guess he's been under a lot of pressure lately," said Bruce.

"I guess so. I rubbed his cock and it didn't even get hard! I see I'm not gonna have that problem with you… you're already ready. You wanna fuck me?"

"You bet…"

"In the ass, of course."

"Aw, Chargette. Can't we do it one time? I'd sure like to feel what it would be like to dip into that sweet crack of yours."

"You can have this crack," said Chargette, turning her lush bottom towards Bruce.

"That's not what I meant."

"Sorry," said the beautiful whore. "House rules!"

Bruce shrugged and stepped out of the shower. "Well… okay," he said.

The blonde bent over and braced herself on a bench and opened her ass for Bruce to use. As he stepped up to her and reached out to spread the cheeks farther apart, he looked around the room. There was a lot of sex going on. One man had a girl in the shower. His soapy pecker was driving in and out between her mouthwatering butt cheeks. Another man was sitting on the bench a few feet away from Bruce. A readhead was kneeling in front of him, blowing him expertly. By the look of ecstasy on the man's face, he was coming.

Another man was being jacked off. The girl reached out to administer the quick hand job and the man was stroking his body in time with the fist fuck.

Bruce saw one very young man enter the room. He became so excited by all that was going on that he just crouched down and shot off. He grabbed his own cock to finish his come, the drops of sperm splashing on the tiles at his feet.

But Tom was nowhere to be seen. As Bruce pushed forward to bury his prick up Chargette's ass, he gave one last look around for his friend.

"Ugh!" went the girl. "You sure haven't gotten any smaller!"

Bruce sighed. Tom just wasn't there. He shrugged again and turned his concentration on the girl's talents.

While Bruce was having his butt-fuck with Chargette, Tom was in the locker room, getting dressed.

He was leaving without having any sex!

Right next to him, Jerry Lane, a man Tom knew, was fucking a young girl in the mouth. He pumped and his ass shivered. Jerry cried out when he came.