Bruce Clarke woke up the next morning feeling fantastic! Sure, he missed Paula's body next to him, but the day before had been so exciting that it really didn't matter. First he had taken a half day off of work, beginning his weekend early. Then there had been that great sex with Carol. Then, last night, that incredible stunt, shooting that delicious load without so much as a stroke on his cock! What a day it had been!
Bruce tossed the sheet off his naked body and jumped from his bed. He was actually humming as he trod downstairs and into the kitchen to fix a pot of coffee.
With the coffee brewing, he took a quick shower and shaved. He found the morning paper and sat in the kitchen to drink his coffee and read the news. He spent an hour just relaxing. Then he went into his yard for his morning work out. He dove naked into the pool and swam it's length under water.
The Clarke's home was very private, as was the Prince's next door. The only neighbors were each other and there was no shyness between the couples. They went naked, fucked and had open sex orgies with no worries of infuriated neighbors or lack of privacy. They got caught on a couple of occasions, people entering the yards when the sex or games were in session, and it usually ended with embarrassing apologies. But what the hell!
Bruce decided to spend the entire day in the nude. He would stay home and wouldn't put on any clothes. It would do his body good. He would have sex whenever he wanted it, not holding back. He would jack off quickly, or try a new stunt like the one he performed the previous evening, or get out a rubber cunt or vibrator for some artificial fucking. It would be a day of enjoyment.
He was ready for a lot of sun and relaxation. He deserved it. He laughed as he climbed from the pool and the sun and fresh air and water made his body tingle and his cock stiffen. He was already feeling its power. He knew it was going to be a fine day.
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!
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."
"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.