Mark Farris - Nymph In Full Glory

"Baby…" He had no intentions of stopping!

Her hole was so juiced up now that it made slurping sounds as Tom fucked into it. Her cream was gushing out around his cock and balls, coating him. This was one turned-on lady!

Chargette's big moment was almost at hand. She was set to burst her goodies.

"Here comes my fun!" she announced to Tom.

She drove herself to it. Her ass bounced and ground with a new power. Her hips literally pistoned and Tom held her and tried to match her strokings, but he couldn't meet the passion she was showing! His own senses were reeling with the feelings of his sex and building come.

Chargette was right at the peak, and she didn't let it last, but pushed herself over. She wanted it!

She clutched Tom's muscular shoulders. "Tom!" she gasped in his ear. "You did it, darling! I'm going to come! I'm going to come! Soon! Baby… here I gooooo! Now! Let it be now! Now! Now! Now! Now! NOW!"

Chargette went off and Tom wasn't far away from his own moment of bliss. He went for it, driving his pecker in her spasming, foaming pussy with a new force.

Never had he fucked like this! Never in his life had he wanted anything so bad, so much as to let his load go into this wonderful girl's box! He had to.

"Tom!" Chargette felt his cock swell and jerk inside of her.

"Char… gette! Oh! I'm gonna come, baby! I'm gonna blowwwww!"

"Let it go! Take me! Take me!"

"Can I, baby… inside you?"

"Yes! Yes, baby! YES!"

Tom couldn't believe it. He just couldn't believe it! His hips pistoned, jerked and went crazy as he began to spasm.

This was it!

"Iiiiimad… oh!" He had tried to say, "I made it!" Which was obvious to the blonde girl for her hole was full to overflowing as he poured himself into her.

Spasm followed spasm. Chargette thought he would never stop coming! He held himself deep in her and his body tensed, motionless, and all of his senses were concentrating on the myriad sensations of his climax.

Gob after hot, wet gob shot powerfully from his throbbing member, bursting and shooting high up into her belly. It pooled there, overflowed, gushed out around his dick and balls and all down her straining thighs.

Never had an orgasm felt so good or lasted so long. Tom couldn't even have imagined how fantastic this lush girl really was.

Finally, it was over, and Tom collapsed, listless, on top of her.

"Tom? Baby… would you hand me a towel… over there?"

"Ugh!"

"Please? I'm a mess!"

Tom withdrew his spent, flaccid prick from her sopping wet hole and stood up. He reached over and tossed a towel to the girl.

"Thanks," she said, snatching it out of the air.

"Baby…" He walked over to her and kissed her on the face, letting his lips play lovingly over her cheeks, forehead and eyes. "I… I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that…"

Chargette chuckled. "It was my idea. Don't worry about it."

Tom still couldn't believe it actually happened! He had really fucked Chargette's cunt!

Wait until he told Bruce Clarke!

"Tom?" asked Chargette. "Please don't tell Bruce about this."

So much for that idea!

Bruce Clarke woke next to his beautiful, naked, sleeping wife. Paula was so gorgeous when she was sleeping with her mouth open. He was hard, and maybe he could put his cock into her lips for a sneak-suck?

Bruce rolled his own muscular nakedness over next to his wife's soft body and chuckled at the thought. He took Paula in his arms and kissed her awake.

"What are you doing, fuck-head! Leave me alone!" Paula could be a bear when she first woke up.

She pushed Bruce's chest and he held her tight, playing with her tits. Finally she gave in to his strength and melted against him, her belly hot against his loins.

"Good morning, dear," said Bruce. "I love you"

"My darling… I love you, too. You know that…"

"Sure. It's just that you're such a bitch when you first wake up."

"Fuck you!"

"Will you?"

"Later…"

Paula pushed away from him and got out of their bed. She padded downstairs, not bothering to put any clothes on, and fixed a pot of coffee.

In a moment, Bruce joined her in the kitchen. He went to the refrigerator and poured himself a glass of orange juice. He pulled two vitamin tablets out of the cupboard and downed them, followed by the juice.

"We have the games tonight with the Princes," said Paula. "Remember?"

"How could I forget? I've been thinking about it all week."

"We're playing SEX WARS again, and this time I get to be Princess Lay-you!"

"Fine. As long as I don't have to be Hands Solo again, and jack off for everybody."

"You can be a robot and fuck me like a machine!"

"Sounds great!"

Paula poured the mugs of coffee and sat with her husband at the little kitchen table. "I'm sure glad you and Tom made up."

"Me, too"

"It would have been a hell of a summer for us without the Games!"

No truer words were ever spoken!

Next door, at the Prince's house, Carol was also up making coffee. When the pot was brewing, she went back into her bedroom and looked at her sleeping husband.

Tom was lying naked on the bed, his head cradled in his arm and a smile on his passionate mouth. His big penis was presented nicely to Carol, flaccid and lying across his muscled thigh.

Tom stirred, and his prick began to grow hard. It snaked up his belly and quivered. He must have been having a dream.

He gasped, and the word, "Chargette" came out.

Tom opened his eyes and saw Carol watching him in the doorway, naked and totally beautiful. He stretched and grinned at his wife, and his cock twitched with anticipation.

"Hello, babe…" he said.

"Dreaming about that little blonde again?" asked Carol.

Tom lifted his arms, invitingly. "Come here…"

"Behave yourself."

Tom smiled and reached down to feel his cock. It drooled into his fingers. He was ready!

"Tom… please!" said Carol, a wry smile lifting one corner of her mouth. "Take a cold shower." She turned her back and he watched her lush bottom roll as she walked away.

"Shit!" said Tom.

He took a cooling shower and that helped a little. His prick stopped throbbing. He could always jerk off.

But there were games tonight, and he knew that he should try to save it.

Tom stepped out of the shower stall and took a towel and began drying off. Carol came back with a cup of black coffee. Tom took a sip and smiled at his wife.

"Thanks, hon"

He grabbed a pair of swimming briefs off a shelf and stepped into these. Carol watched as the tight fabric formed over his round, hard ass and the web cupped his big organ.

"Looks like it's going to be a beautiful day," said Carol. "The perfect Saturday."

"Yeh," said Tom. "With The Games tonight!"

"Are you ready?" asked Carol.

Tom grinned at her. "You bet," he said and ran outside for his morning work out.

Bruce Clarke was also working out, but in a different manner than Tom. He had a new sex magazine laid out in front of him and he was fantasizing that he was stroking oft towards a climax between the butt mounds of the girl on the pages. He was preparing his mind as well as his body for the evening's games.

He stood up when he had had enough of the fantasy and stepped into his shower. The cold water made his organ stop pulsating with need.

When he was finished, he joined Paula on the patio for a light breakfast.

"You look good today, lover," said his wife.

"It sure is a beautiful day," said Bruce, looking up at the blue sky and intense sunshine.

Paula was going over a few notes she had been making for her next book project. It was going to be a novel revolving around anal sex and was partly based on Chargette's life.

Bruce decided to go for a swim while his wife worked. He stood up and stretched his good body. He spotted Tom Prince in his yard next door, ready to dive from his board. The men waved to each other.