Mark Farris - Nymph In Full Glory

"Oh! I'm shooting…"

Tom, watched briefly as Jerry filled the girl's mouth with his spunk. The orgasm was a long one.

When Jerry was through he paid the smiling girl and gave her a friendly pat on the ass. She giggled and bounced away and Jerry grinned at Tom. "Nice little piece," he said. "Aren't you going to have one?"

"Not today," said Tom.

"What's the matter, Pal?"

Tom didn't answer. He looked around and saw a muscular man get off by rubbing his swollen member between the huge breasts of one of the working girls. The muscle man literally coated the girl's boobs with his cum.

"Everyone else is getting off," said Jerry. "Seems a shame if you leave here with full balls. Look!"

Jerry pointed at a man who was coming by rubbing between the mounds of a girl's shapely bottom. Jerry laughed. "He didn't even have time to get it in!"

He watched as the man desperately shoved and punched his erupting cock up the girl's asshole and got the rest of his juice off inside her anal canal.

"Don't you want some of that?" asked Jerry.

"No thanks," said Tom. He was fully dressed by now.

"Really seems a shame," said Jerry as he watched Tom pick up his bag and walk out of the locker room.

"Baby… I sure wish this was your cunt!"

"What's the matter… ugh! Don't… you… like… my… ass?"

"I love your ass. I'd just like to taste that sweet pussy of yours."

"You can eat me if you want. That isn't against the rules."

"I might take you up on that… when I finish here."

Bruce was forcefully plowing Chargette's asshole. He loved hot, tight, smooth asshole, but he had fucked the blonde whore up her butt a hundred times in the past. He had never had her pussy! It was the joy he really wanted to experience. It would almost be like fucking a virgin.

"Baby," said Chargette. "If I was going to break the rules with anybody, it would be with you. But I just can't…"

"All right. Just shut up and move your ass."

Chargette giggled and began to churn her buns. Bruce gasped at the new excitement she was delivering into his tingling balls. Her tush was moving like a Mixmaster!

"Wow!"

"Like what?" asked the girl.

"I'll say!"

"I figure if I can't give you what you really want, I'll give you the second best."

"Oooooo!" was all Bruce could say now. The sensations of the sex were taking command.

In a moment Bruce's nuts were boiling and getting ready to shoot their wet reward. He grabbed the girl's hips and began moving with a new found force.

"Oh, baby! I'm coming. I'm coming!"

"Jesus! I can feel it!"

Chargette's eyes went wide as she was given her hot spunk enema. Gob after creamy gob of man-juice shot into her bowels.

"Shit! Where do you get all of that! You're filling my guts!"

"Oh! Oh! Oh!"

Shot after shot of thick cream burst from the man's staff. Bruce just clung to the girl and let it go. He didn't even attempt to hold any back. He knew there would be plenty for later.

Finally, it was over. Bruce pulled his staff out of Chargette's anal hole and she fell forward. Some of the spent cum gushed out and formed a little pool between the cheeks of her ass. It began to run down her butt crack and into her pussy.

Bruce laughed. "Looks like I'm getting some of my load in your cunt after all."

"Holy shit!" was all Chargette could say.

"I only let my boyfriend fuck me in the cunt," said Chargette. "And then he only fucks me in the cunt. By the time I get home at night I've had it so many times in my other places that I don't even want to think about that stuff."

She was all cleaned up now after her anal sex with Bruce and he was down between her legs while she sat on the bench. He was busily eating her.

"Oooo, baby. That feels nice! Keep sucking there… yes! Like that! Oh! Oh! I'm coming!"

Chargette came on Bruce's face. She lifted her ass off the bench and pressed her crotch hard into his mouth, coating it with her passion juices.

"Ooooo! That was a good one!"

Bruce pulled his wet face away and grinned up at her. "I'm glad you liked it," he said.

"That was fun!" she said, standing up. "What do you want to do next?"

"How about a fuck…"

"Bruce!"

"Okay… okay… then just suck me off."

"Fine," said the girl and she knelt down in front of him.

"Tom didn't have any sex at the club today," Bruce told Paula at the dinner table.

"You're kidding…"

"No… really. He just worked out and went home"

"Jesus Christ! That's got to be a first! Tom not wanting any sex! Is there something wrong with him or something? Everyone's acting kind of funny..

"Tom's uptight. There was something that happened over the weekend that I suppose I should tell you about"

"I think you better."

Bruce was just about to tell Paula about the incident when the phone rang. Paula was closest to the receiver so she answered.

"Hello… What?… Carol, honey… He what?… Why?… I… I don't understand!… Jesus Christ!… Please, honey. Stop crying. Everything's going to be fine. Yes… I'll help. I'll talk to Bruce… we won't let that happen. Don't worry"

Paula hung up the phone and turned toward her husband. "I don't know what went on over the weekend, or what happened, but it's time you told me all about it!"

"Why? What's wrong?" Bruce didn't like the look of shock on Paula's face.

"That was Carol. Tom told her not to see us anymore. Jesus, Bruce… he's disbanding the Sexgamers!"

August1 It was a long, dry month… in more ways than one.

The sex parties were cancelled. The weekly bouts of lusty activities were totally eliminated and, no matter how much pleading and coaxing Carol and Paula did, Tom just wouldn't cooperate.

Tom talked to Bruce only in passing. His ego was shattered, his pride torn apart, and Tom just wouldn't forgive his neighbor for jumping on his wife without permission.

Carol and Paula began to meet more and more regularly for afternoon sessions of love play. Tom had even become cold in his own bedroom and Carol had to rely on her sessions with Paula and her own hands for her satisfaction. This drove the horny housewife mad with pent-up passion. Not in the past fourteen years had she gone without cock on a regular basis. Her pussy was in agony. Even her substantial collection of dildoes and vibrators couldn't fill her needs and ease her desires. A rubber prick just wasn't the same as the real thing.

Carol would watch Bruce Clarke working in his yard or sun bathing or swimming, and she longed to feel his body possessing her again. But she knew that if Tom found them fucking again he would probably kill both of them!

One evening Carol watched Bruce and Paula taking a fuck outdoors by their pool, and she literally wept with passion. She stood and shamelessly masturbated while she watched the neighbors screwing, and the tears flowed down her cheeks, and the juices flowed down her legs!

As the long days passed, Tom became less and less interested in sex. No matter how hard Carol tried, he wouldn't fuck her. She felt his penis and rubbed it with her body, using her tits and ass cheeks to try to arouse him into an erection, but nothing worked. The young wife always ended up having to do herself, and frustrated and unfulfilled, her hole empty of cock.

Finally, unable to take anymore, Carol went to a lawyer and talked about getting a divorce.

Carol met her husband outside The Backdoor Club and they went across the street to a little restaurant. As they entered, Carol gasped and knew they had made a mistake. Sitting in a corner booth were Bruce Clarke and Chargette. Maybe Tom wouldn't see them…

Too late! Tom spotted his neighbor and began to walk towards him, a lecherous grin on his face.