Sex In The Fish Bowl

I almost always bring my laptop home with me. Ever since I’d been promoted to Manager of Network Services, I’d grown accustomed to getting paged late night or early morning to help straighten out some corporate network or platform disaster. It was a lot more comfortable to hook into the network from home and work in my underwear than to get dressed, hop in the car and drive into the office. When my pager went off at about 2AM, I quickly realized that I’d made a terrible mistake.

My car had broke down on the way into work. I’d got a ride home from Joe and had left the damn thing in his trunk. I was mumbling and grumbling while I got dressed. My wife was used to these early morning muttered rants. I kissed her on the forehead and told her I’d have her car back before she had to head out. She murmured a quick thanks and pulled the blanket over her head. Once my eyes became unglued, I returned the page to let them know I’d be on-line within a half-hour and headed out the door.

When I got to the tenth floor, I wasn’t surprised that it was mostly dark. Security had been instructed to shut off the lights on all unoccupied floors. What surprised me was that my office lights were on. We call my office the fishbowl. In a sea of cloth-covered cubicles, my glass walled office took up the space of about six cubicles. Lit up in the darkness it looked even more exposed than it usually did. The two people on my office couch highlighted that exposed look

I don’t consider myself a control freak. I manage all kinds of computer geeks and am pretty liberal about the dress code but this was the first time I’d actually seen someone without pants in my office. Even from a distance, I could tell it was two people and, though neither one was helping with the network outage; they were working on nature’s original man-woman interface.

Leaving the lights off, I moved closer to get a better look. The girl I recognized as Cindy from customer support. Her curly dark hair was down over her face but that massive curly mop and her big tits were a dead give away. I’d sometimes imagined what those massive boobs looked like naked. Here they were swaying in gentle rhythm, big brown aureole circling her large, erect nipples. Her shirt had been pulled up near her neck, probably by the guy in the open security guard shirt who was under her on the couch. She was leaning forward with her arms braced on an arm of the couch, riding his cock for all she was worth. The guard had a fistful of fine full buttock in each hand, kneading her ass as she slid back and forth on his happy, hard dick. My own dick was getting pretty solid watching this hot action. I knew I had to get to my computer and phone but I paused when Cindy sat up and began rubbing her big, beautiful, healthy breasts. The security guard was now pumping his cock into her as she stretched back, massaging her massive mammaries and moaning for him to fuck her harder. Hell, I figured, what harm could a few more minutes do?

Trying to stay out of the light, I moved into a nearby cubicle. I unzipped my pants and released my hard, hot cock. It was throbbing in my hand as I began to stroke it. Looking over the cubicle wall, I was now close enough to see Cindy’s dark brown pubic hairs, as lush and curly as the hair on her head. Her cunt lips, spread around the security guard’s thick cock, were swollen with lust.  His dick was wet with her pussy juices as it slid in and out of her hungry warm pussy. Their heavy breathing was punctuated by groans of mutual pleasure and the rhythmic slapping sounds of their naked flesh pounding together at increasingly intense pace. I was jerking my cock hard and fast to keep up with their frantic fucking.

Cindy released her tits and began frigging her clit, her cries of pleasure were sweet music to my ears. My own breath was becoming a bit ragged but I knew they were too caught up in their incredible fuck to hear me. Each of his hands had now grabbed on to one of her fantastic tits. His butt was rising and falling back into the couch in a hard thrusting motion. Cindy was grinding his cock deep inside her with every upward thrust. I could tell from his breathing and groaning that it wasn’t going to be long now. Cindy’s fingers were now playing a drum roll around her clit, her mouth was open and she was slack jawed. The orgasm that was growing within her began to shake her body. She leaned back and gently grabbed between the guard’s legs. When she squeezed his balls, his hips jerked up so hard I thought he was going to throw the curly brunette’s body right off him but Cindy had a tight grip on his dick, she was moaning and panting as he came inside her with violent spurts. Despite their head start, I was only seconds behind him. I slid down into the cubicle and ejaculated into some tissues I pulled off the desk. Slowly my breath and my composure returned. I had just zipped up my pants and resumed normal breathing when my pager went off.

I could hear the lovers scurrying to get their clothes on. They probably had no idea where the pager tone came from but they were sure that it wasn’t good news. I worked my way back through the cubicle maze and hit the light switch before stopping to return the page. I watched them hurry out of my office and head for the back stairwell. I’m not sure whether they looked back to see who was standing at the light switch. I was grinning as I sat down in my office. The smell of their sex was still in the air as I waited for my computer to boot up. The fish bowl felt good.

THE END

STORY 17

The Private Workout

Freshman must know their place. Man, I heard that shit, everyday in every way. Once I started to get some minutes and some touches Dawson ends up in my face. I don’t need this crap from anyone. First round NBA material, my shiny butt. I’ve got a better jump shot and smoother moves than that geek. He’s got no right to disrespect me, talking ‘bout me not working hard enough. I bust my ass on the court. When I started mouthing back at Dawson , the damn assistant coach ended up in my face. Sucker took me aside and gave me that line about Dawson being the hardest working guard in college basketball, blah, blah, blah. He tells me Dawson has a key to the gym and does private workouts at three in the morning on top of our two a day practices. He hits me with stuff about Dawson having half my talent but three times my motivation. Yeah, yeah, yeah, they want to see motivation, I’ll show them motivation.

I figure if I pound on the door loud enough either Dawson or security will let me in. I don’t tell anybody I’m coming by because I want to shake up that ugly face Dawson . No more private workouts for that pampered prick. Going to make him feel some of the pressure that’s been pounding down on me this year.

I show up at the gym and the dumb ass has left the door unlocked. Stupid geek is going to get himself hosed one way or the other. Some punk come through that door, he could just blow that fool away. Of course, that’s what I’m planning to do to him on the court. One on one, mano-mano, going to show him moves he’s never dreamed existed. I was going to earn some respect and shut his face. At least that was the plan. What I didn’t see coming was going to drop my jaw.

I quietly closed and locked the door to the gym and headed for the locker room to change. I just about made it to the door when I heard a woman giggle. That stopped me dead in my tracks. I paused a moment and then snuck up on the door. When I looked in the jaw dropping began.

Dawson had his shorts and jock strap down to his knees. Some cute, little curly head thing I’d seen around campus was kneeling on a bench, her perfect brown titties hanging out of her raised t-shirt, and she was sucking Dawson’s cock for all she was worth. Dawson had both hands on her head and he was just swaying back and forth, taking it all in as she was taking him all in. The geek might have some moves after all!

I moved a little further back into the shadows but I still had me a pretty good view of the bench. The babe was wearing a pair of pink panties that contrasted nicely with her smooth, dark skin. She was holding on to Dawson ’s hard cock and flicking her tongue around the tip getting him to groan pretty well. The woman certainly seemed to know her way around a blowjob.

My own hard cock had just come out of my pants when I saw her stand up and strip off those pretty panties. She had a nice black bush that she’d trimmed back past the bikini line. It stood on a proud mound. Her pussy lips were puffy. Her nipples looked puffy too. This babe looked like she was ready for action and left no doubt when she bent down. She placed her hands on the bench and stuck her fine butt up in the air towards Dawson . He was standing there holding his cock, inspecting this fine parcel of female real estate in front of his eyes. Didn’t take the geek very long to decide what he was going to do with that erection he was holding. He guided it between those sweet ass cheeks and found her wet hungry pussy. Now, it was her turn to do some groaning as he stuck the whole length of that bad boy deep inside her and just held it there a moment. She was impaled on that big prick and seemed like she was enjoying the experience. She tried to start moving her hips but Dawson just held her still a few more moments, pushing his dick inside her as far as it would go. Then he began sliding it slowly in and out of her delicious dampness. He’d pull back until he almost fell out of her and then just plunge back in. She was groaning on the outstroke and sighing as he pushed it back inside her.

What started slow began to pick up speed. Dawson moved his big hands up to her firm boobs, leaving her free to begin grinding her ass against him, working her pussy up and down along his big hard prick. They found a compatible fucking motion and began to rock with it, his hard ass and her sweet, round one bobbing together. She started on moaning while he started pumping her a little bit deeper, a little bit faster, all the while cupping a nice round, brown titties in each hand and rubbing it in circles. All this heated action got me jerking off like a madman. They’d start fucking harder and I’d get to jerk my dick harder right along with them. She was moaning and breathing so hard that I was pretty confident they weren’t about to hear me slapping my dick in the dark. Dawson was making little grunting noises in his throat as he worked over that wiggling round ass, pumping away at that hot, brown pussy. Hardest working guard in college basketball, indeed. Sucker was certainly working hard now, slamming his pelvis onto that lovely behind causing their skin to slap together again and again. She was crying out, “Faster...Harder.... Ohhh...Deeper.... Ohhh...fuck me good.... fuck me...fuck me!!!”

Sure enough, the well-trained coach’s pet was good at taking instructions. He was fucking her faster, harder and deeper. If that wasn’t good enough, he shifted into overdrive. His butt cheeks were like a blur as he went into a pure fucking frenzy. She was screaming about cumming and he was just pounding away like crazy before I heard him grunt loudly. His body stiffened and he plunged forward one more time. Their hips jerked and shook as he shot his load deep inside her. I shot mine deep into a towel I carry in my gym bag. For a moment, I just listened to them pant as I tried to catch my breath.

I moved quietly in the darkness to the exit door. Escaping into the early morning darkness, I left it unlocked. No use getting Dawson or his cute babe suspicious. I’m still planning to steal more of his pt and next year, I’m going to start making people around here forget he even existed but even I must admit. The geek certainly got himself a fine set of moves.

THE END 

STORY 18

A Single Spark

I’d been with Engine 12 for about five years, in and out of all kinds of hairy situations, but this was the first time I’d ever been laid up for any length of time. We were working an abandoned warehouse fire, probably accidentally set by some wino trying to keep warm. Damn cross beam fell and knocked me flat. If it wasn’t for my suit, it probably woulda crisped me pretty good. Bad enough that it ripped up my back and shoulder muscles, making me hobble around like some crip. Docs said if I stuck to my rehab, I’d back to my beefy, bouncy self in a few months. Months! Hell, it’d only been three weeks and I was going bonkers from boredom. My body screamed at me every time I tried to move. Got so bad I finally took to sleeping on the pullout with some plywood under the mattress. The wife offered me the bedroom but what type of guy would I be if I made a lady sleep on the couch? Besides, it was easier to fix up the pullout. With a cranky body I was really into easy.

With my muscles all ripped and twisted, sex wasn’t so easy. It was freaking impossible. We gave it a try. The damn pain just kept getting in the way. Nothing like a good sharp blast of pain to chase a hard-on away. Frustrating as hell, for both of us. I mean, my wife is a babe, guys get hard just watching her walk down the street and here I am, with all that beautiful blonde nakedness in front of me, and my dick keeps going limp. Unfair, that’s what it was, real unfair. The sadass wino that burnt down that freaking building was probably getting more pussy than me!

So, anyway, I was sleeping on the pullout, at least I was trying to sleep on the pullout. Some nights the pain meds would just knock my ass right out but, then I’d roll over or something and the pain would come knocking. I didn’t have to answer the door. It’d just bust the damn thing down. I was sitting on the edge of the bed, feeling a bit sorry for myself when I heard a moan coming from our bedroom.

At first I figured the wife must have been having a nightmare. Since my accident, she said she’d been having some bad ones. I hobbled down the hallway, figuring I might comfort her some and then stopped dead in my tracks. I’d heard her moan and breath heavy like that before, usually when I was breathing heavy right along with her. I slowly approached the doorway and peeked in.

The room was dark but there was enough light coming through the window to make out her sexy body sprawled on the bed. One hand was between her legs; the other was cupping a milky white breast. Her eyes were closed. She was so wrapped up in what she was doing; she probably didn’t even hear me coming down the hall. Just looking at her gorgeous naked body stretched out on the bed was enough to make my briefs a lot tighter. Seeing her rubbing that beautiful, gold fringed pussy and hearing her soft moans of pleasure was getting my dick so hard I was expecting the things to rip right off my body. I could feel enough twinges of pain to know that I couldn’t join her on the bed. Besides, I’d never watched her masturbate before; I never knew what a turn on it was. She was sliding her fingers along her slit. She must have been really wet, there were little slurping sounds coming from her pussy. I slid my briefs down a bit and grabbed my cock.

Maybe it was instinct; maybe I made a noise pulling down the briefs. She opened her eyes to see me standing there in a tee shirt, big erection in hand. She stopped playing with her pussy but kept her hand between her legs. She stared over at my hard cock and grinned.

“How long have you been standing there?” she asked

I grinned back, “Just a few minutes.”

“Like what you see, big boy?”

“Love it.”

“Want some?”

“Can’t. Not yet”

Her face scrunched up in a cute way. She then smiled over at me in the doorway. She swung around on the bed so that her legs and pussy were facing me. She raised her knees and spread her legs. Her blonde pussy hairs were damp, her cunt lips were puffy. She began running her hand along her slit again as she watched me. My hard-on hadn’t lost any off its stiffness, if anything; it probably gained some from this new view. I began stroking along with her, my body trembling with excitement.

She resumed her titty rub, her fingers slowly slid up and down her pink slit, gently flicking near her clit then moving down toward her cute butt. I heard the pace of breathing get deeper and watched the pace of her fingers increase. I began jerking my cock a bit faster. Her hips were slowly writhing. Lust was in her eyes. She moaned with pleasure as she slipped two slim fingers into her wet, warm pussy. I gripped my cock tighter imagining her delicious warmth. Her palm was up against her clit as she started fucking her fingers, all the while watching me jerk off to the rhythm of her plunging fingers, a rhythm that was becoming faster with every labored breath. Her ass was bouncing off the bed as she thrust her pussy toward me, her fingers becoming a blur, her breathing harsher, and her cries of pleasure louder. I braced myself against the doorframe as my strokes lengthened and quickened. My hips wanted to thrust toward her but I knew I couldn’t risk the pain. Cum was building in my balls; my pumping hand and the sound of our shared gasps and groans was pushing me over the edge. My wife’s sweet, sweaty pussy grasped her fingers as her creamy blonde body began to quiver and spasm in orgasm. I grabbed the elastic of my briefs and held the cotton out in front of my cock, the fabric rubbing my balls. Orgasmic thunder rumbled through my body as I shot wad upon wad into the briefs. Fire erupted in my back and shoulders but I didn’t give a damn about the pain. The pleasure was still washing over me as I stumbled forward on to the bed, gasping for air, groaning in ecstasy and hurt.

Though she was still breathing heavy, the wife came to my side. Her eyes now filled with concern.

“Frank, you OK?”

Blinking back tears as the pain slowed down to a dull roar, I tried to smile.

“Despite your attempt to kill me, I think I’ll live.”

“Damn good thing!” she laughed, “I’d had having to explain your cummy underwear to the police. Thanks for trying to save the carpet. Maybe next time we’ll try this lying down and with some tissues handy.”

I was grinning like the cat that caught the canary. The next few months might not be so boring after all. Amazing what a single spark can do.

THE END

STORY 19

Back Stage Heat

It was just supposed to be a short nap. I’d been working day and night to get the sets built for our upcoming production of Romeo and Juliet. We’re a small theatre group and can’t afford a whole lot of help. I’m pretty much the set designer, set builder, electrician, light man and utility infielder for this operation. For all the work, the pay isn’t much, but I love the theatre. Then again, as the other night shows, the side benefits can pretty exciting.

The cast had been going through rehearsals and most of the stuff I had to do involved using my hammer. We didn’t do Shakespeare all that often, preferring more modern stuff but Todd, the director had this weird idea of doing Romeo and Juliet in a beach setting. He said he was aiming for sort of a combo teen beach movie/Shakespeare thing. Weird stuff, if you ask me, but I’m not in charge. I just do the grub work to keep the whole ball of string from unraveling.

I could tell before I opened my eyes that rehearsal was over. Figured I’d take a piss, make some coffee and try to get some work done. Then I heard the voices. Without seeing them I could tell it was the leads, Suzie and Ron. I moved behind a piece of scenery and confirmed with my eyes what my ears had heard. My ears hadn’t prepared me for what my eyes actually got to see.

They were in their stage costumes, if you consider bathing suits costumes. His red Speedo was pressed against her dark blue, and rather small, bikini bottom. Their scripts were on the floor. Her bra was off, her cone shaped perky breasts mashed against his chest as she kissed him passionately. They were standing, their long, lean, young bodies squirming against each other, their hands exploring each other’s back and butt. Suzie’s Juliet knew exactly where Ron’s Romeo was, it was hard and urgently pressing up against her, only the thin stretchy fabric of their suits keeping them from contact. She was lightly moaning as they kissed and rubbed their bodies together, virtually dry humping standing up. My cock had hardened in my jeans. I wanted to pull it out but they were so close, I was afraid they would hear the zipper.

Suzie was kind enough to solve my problem. She broke off the kiss and took Ron’s hand. With a sweet, soft smile she led him a few steps away to where my sawhorse was sitting. I couldn’t quite make out what they were saying. They were quite a sight, both glorious looking blondes. Ron’s hair was cut short, he had the ideal surfer’s body, lean muscled and sleek. His cock was pressing hard against his Speedos as Suzie held his hand and talked to him. She was born to wear bikinis. Her smooth tanned body, the long, blonde hair cascading down her shoulders, her firm conical tits, and perky round butt made her the perfect California girl. She was like a tourism poster brought to life, though I’m not sure that even the California Tourist Bureau would have had her stripping off her bikini bottoms. But, sure enough, she took them off and laid them over my sawhorse. Ron followed her lead and also put his Speedos on the sawhorse. For a moment they just stood there admiring each other’s perfect bodies. Ron’s dick was standing tall and proud, pointing directly at the Suzie’s ash blonde pubes. My dick was out of my jeans and in my hand, it felt hot and hard. I began to slowly stroke it as I lay there in the dark watching the naked lovers kiss again. It was a quick but deep kiss. Suzie then turned and put a hand on each piece of clothing on the sawhorse. I could see her in profile bending forward, her cute tits dandling a little as she stretched forward, spreading her legs. Oh my!

Ron came up behind her with his long, hard cock in this hand. He gently guided it in to her pussy and then slowly slid it into her. He paused a moment, about halfway in, and then slowly slid out, stopping with just the head still inside her. Suzie moaned as he slid forward again, this time driving his dick all the way into her. She was grinding her ass and cunt as he just held his hardness inside her for a few moments and then moved it out again slow and easy. That’s how I was stroking my dick, slow and easy. I didn’t want to get too far ahead of the action.

This cock and pussy tease went on a few moments. Ron was grinning, Suzie was moaning, I was jerking off in the dark. All three of us seemed to be in no particular hurry. Suzie’s next command, however, destroyed that illusion.

“C’mon Romeo, fuck me, fuck me hard!” she begged. Ron laughed for a moment as she then recited one of her lines from the play.

“...therefore pardon me, and not impute this yielding to light love, which the dark night hath so discovered.”

Ron’s grin was ear to ear as he spoke the next lines.

“Lady, by yonder blessed moon I swear, that tips of silver all these fruit-tree tops...”

“Fuck them, fuck me hard, c’mon Romeo, shoot the moon!”

Ron grabbed hold of her hips and complied. He began plunging his big cock in and out of her fast and deep. She groaned with pleasure and began fucking him back with equal vigor. Their bodies were slapping together loudly, Suzie’s firm butt slapping against Ron’s tight belly and thrusting crotch. I was beating my meat with long, quick strokes. I battled to stifle my heavy breathing. Their manic fucking was becoming even more intense, their breathing become ragged and Suzie had begun gasp and cry out her passion.

“Oh, fuck me hard, good fuck, deeper, harder, oh....Ohhh...gonna cum, gonna...Ohhhhh guhhh uhhhhh!!!”

Her fingers were down by her clit and she was frantically rubbing away. The waves of orgasm must have crashed over her pretty hard. She almost knocked the sawhorse over. Ron was grunting and groaning. He pulled out of that hot cunt and stood behind her round, twitching ass, jerking off a few seconds before he came all over her backside. I shot my load watching their naked bodies spasm in orgasmic after shock.

Suzie was grinning as she passed Ron his red Speedos.

It took him a moment to realize why but soon began cleaning his cum off her adorable backside. The play might not work out too well but, at that moment, Romeo and Juliet were perfect.

THE END

STORY 20

            Lynn checked her watch; it was 8:30. If she left now, she could get to the mall just as it opened. She ran upstairs and went into their little office; Martin was at the computer.

            "What're you doing?"

            "Checking my email."

            "Oh, well I'm going shopping. Is there anything you want?"

            "Yeah, a blowjob."

            "No, from the store."

            "Nope," he said, staring at the computer.

            "Bye Sweetie."

            "See you later."

            Lynn went and started the car. As she was about to leave, she remembered her lipstick on her bureau.  She went upstairs, got the lipstick, and poked her head into the office to say goodbye again.

            Martin didn't even notice her.  He sat, staring at the computer screen, pants around his ankles, beating his meat.

            Lynn slipped silently into the room and stood behind him to see what was on the screen.  She watched as he clicked through several browser windows, each with a different woman fucking a large dildo.  Some women were thin, others fat; it didn't seem to matter. Martin stroked his engorged cock harder and faster.  When Lynn thought that he was about to cum, she put her hand on his shoulder. "So, that's what you like," she said softly.

            Martin jumped in his chair, banging his fist and his cock on the underside of the desk.  He turned to see her glaring at him.

            "Why didn't you just tell me?" she asked.  Lynn turned and quickly left the room.

            Martin struggled to get his pants on then shut down his browser.  Damn it! I knew I'd get caught sooner or later, he thought.  He zipped his pants.  He wondered if he should follow her to the bedroom or just leave her alone.  Better to be tossed out after trying than not to try at all, he figured.   Slowly, he made his way to the bedroom.  "Honey?  Are you ok?"  Peering in he couldn't see her.

            "Go sit in the corner," she commanded from the bathroom.

            Martin shivered; the tone of her voice gave him the creeps.  He went and sat in the armchair in the corner of their bedroom. 

"Close your eyes."

Martin obeyed.  He couldn't think of anything better to do.  He was busted and he knew it. Better to just sit tight and do what she says, he decided.

"Okay, open them."

Lynn stood before him, two feet beyond his reach. She wore a black push-up bra with half cups that accented her erect nipples.  Around her waist was nothing but an eight inch wide black garter with six wide straps; the straps held up jet black stockings with a distinct black seem running up the back.  Matching black pussy fur was the only thing that covered her cunt.  Black spike heels with dainty ankle straps completed the ensemble.  

Martin's jaw went slack.  He didn't even know that she owned an outfit like this never mind looked so damned hot in it!

"To tell you the truth, Martin, you seemed unhappy with our rather vanilla bedroom style." She strutted in front of him, making sure that her breast jiggled and her ass wiggled.  "And here I find you fist-fucking yourself in front of a computer of all things. What a naughty little boy.  However," she turned and glared at him, "if you like to watch, then I'll give you something to watch, as long as you don't touch. Now, take off your pants, but stay in the chair.  You can play with yourself but no touching me.  You touch me and this is over for good.  Got it?"

Martin rode the roller coaster of emotion.  He was embarrassed that he'd been caught jerking off. He was humiliated by her tone and because he never had seen her like this before.  He was horny because she was a huge turn on and he wanted to fuck her hard. He wanted to bend her over the side of the bed and fuck her from behind.

"Got it?" she asked again.

"Yes."

"Good."  Lynn tweaked her hard nipples and then slowly took off her bra.  She watched Martin's hard cock bob up and down in appreciation of her show.  She tossed the bra in his crotch. Turning on her spike heels, she bent over, grabbed her ankles and wiggled her ass in his direction.  From between her legs, she could see that he was nothing more than a panting dog.  Lynn knew that she had him now.  Putting one hand between her legs, she spread her pussy lips for him to see, then sunk a finger in for a quick primer.  Huh, it felt good.  She stood and looked back at him. He hadn't even touched his cock and the tip was drooling pre-cum.

Lynn walked over to her nightstand and opened the drawer.  She pulled out a large tube of lube and an 18" soft silicone dildo. Waving it in front of him she said, "You know what this means."

He nodded, not knowing at all what it meant. Martin said nothing; there was nothing that he could say.  He could barely believe that his heretofore-boring wife was about to give him this show.

Lynn smoothed lube on the fat cockhead of the dildo and then a little on her pussy.  "Oh, it's cold.  Can't you tell?  See my nipples?"  She squatted, ass on her heels, knees spread wide, and began rubbing the dildo against her pussy.  "Is that what you like, to watch, Baby, huh?  You like that.  You like to see me use this big, fat, juicy cock on my cunt.  Turns you on, huh?"  She spread her pussy lips with her fingers and moaned as she pushed the dildo inside.  "Oh, it feels really good."  Lynn began bouncing up and down while pushing and pulling the dildo to give her long, deep strokes.  "Uh, that feels good." She pulled the dildo out with a sucking pop, stood then went to the bed. 

There she lay on her back, pulled her knees up, and spread her legs wide so that Martin didn't miss a detail.  Then she stuffed the dildo back in her cunt and started going faster.  She moaned and groaned as she used the big toy to fuck herself.  She talked to it.  "Oh, so big, so big, oh yeah, like that like that, ohhhhh more."

Martin felt blood pounding in his ears. He was harder than cutting rock with a stick of butter.  He grabbed the digital camera from the desk and started snapping pictures. He took full spreads and close-ups of her pink pussy, her muff matted and slick with cunt juice and lubricant. "Yeah, that's it, Baby.  Work it; slide it in and out.  Fuck it hard," Martin said as he clicked a few more pictures. Cum dripped from his cock. 

Lynn looked him in the eye.  "Getting you hard and wet, Baby? You think you're going to cum soon?"

"Uh huh," he muttered as he took another picture.

"How about this?"  Lynn turned over on her belly with her knees under her.  Shoulders to the mattress, she reached between her legs and continued fucking the dildo. "Oh yeah! That feels soooo good."  She pumped her ass up and down; her pussy lips swallowing most of the dong before spitting it back out and doing it again.  With every stroke she groaned.  Every four of five times she would hold it, as if trying to get it in deeper by wiggling her ass in the air.

Martin took picture after picture.  He couldn't help himself and he didn't know when he might get the chance to take these shots again.  Finally he couldn't resist.  He had to put the camera down so he could relax a little and cum.  He matched her rhythm, stroking his cock as she fucked the dildo.  His thighs began to quiver; her moan became a long continuous moan.

"I'm gonna cum!" she shouted.  "Oh, Oh, Oh, OH, OH, OH!!  Agghh!"  Lynn collapsed on the bed, the big toy embedded in her pussy.

Watching her lie on the bed, spent, pushed him over the edge.  His fist flew up and down the shaft, his foreskin rubbing against the wet head of his cock making sucking sounds.  He came, jiz spurting out on to the floor.  He kept stroking hard, until his hot sperm was on the chair and his hand and his thighs.

"You like?" Lynn asked.

"Oh yeah.  You know that I have to load these pictures on the computer so that I can see them again."

"What for?" she asked. 

"To jerk off."

"Oh."

"And I want to get some more pictures as soon as we can.  Would you be willing to put on a French maid's costume?"

            "I don't know.  I'll think about it.  Besides," she said with a smirk.  "There's no rush."

            "Yeah there is.  I want more.  This was awesome!"

            "Really?  You want more?" she asked, feigning surprise.  "When do you want them?"

            "As soon as possible. I can't wait to get some more pictures.  Maybe something with you stripping out of a thong bikini," he suggested.

            Lynn pulled the dong out of her cunt, got up and walked into the office.

Martin followed and watched as she stood at the computer and typed a website into his browser.  "No rush," she said pointing to the screen. "See?"

            Martin looked and slowly sat in front of the monitor.  PamsPlayhouse.com had collection after collection of a woman in maid outfits, stripper, lingerie, and masturbation with lots of different toys.  Martin looked closely at the thumbs and then clicked one.  When the picture completed downloading, he turned to Lynn and asked, "How did you ever come up with the name Pam?"

THE END 

STORY 21

Empty Nest

Despite the fact I’d driven her to the college and helped her get settled into her freshman dorm room, I couldn’t believe that Kaitlin was gone. Ever since Mark and I divorced, over ten years ago, my life had built solely around taking care of my daughter. Sure, I tried dating a few times but none of those guys lasted very long. Every time I’d go out, I’d feel guilty about leaving my little girl back home. Only now, I guess, she wasn’t so little. She was sleeping under a different roof, in her dorm. I was wide-awake, pacing an empty house in my nightgown.

I hadn’t worn this nightgown for years. It was a low cut, black silk job I’d picked up when Mark and I were still together. I was proud that I’d kept myself in such good shape that it still fit. My lightly freckled boobs showed a lot of cleavage but not too much sag. This old redhead still had a pretty tight little body. The nightgown felt soft and silky against my skin and it clung to my curves. The real reason I’d put it on though was the color. It was black. It fit my mood.

Though I rarely drink, I poured myself a healthy second shot of Scotch and wandered into Kaitlin’s room. It still smelled of her herbal soap and shampoo. I brushed my fingers along her bureau and looked around her room. God, it was going to be a long time until Thanksgiving! I sat down on her bed and stared out the window, she must have flung open her curtains this morning. I had tears in my eyes, thinking about her facing the first day of her new life.  I slugged down the rest of the Scotch. The warmth in my belly felt good. It brought my eyes back into focus.

Maybe it was the tears, maybe it was my melancholy mood but it wasn’t until that moment that I realized I’d been staring into a bedroom window. Our house sits on the peak of a small hill so the other window was a little below Kaitlin’s. There was a girl spread eagle on the bed, wearing nothing but white panties. Linda was Kaitlin’s age; they were close for a while in junior high. When Kaitlin got heavy into sports they drifted apart. I’d always thought Linda was cute. From what I could see, she still was. Her black hair framed a face with big brown eyes and a cute pug nose. Even her tits were cute, average size firm ones with light brown aureole. I wondered whether she always had her shade up at night or just knew, with Kaitlin gone, no one could see into her well-lit room. I could tell, pretty quickly, that she probably wasn’t expecting anyone to be looking.

Her right hand had moved up and was lightly caressing her right breast. Her tanned legs began to squirm a bit on the bed. I held my breath as her left hand began caressing her other breast. She arched her back, pressing her cute breasts into her gently rubbing hands. I could feel a warmth growing a few inches lower than where the Scotch had landed. I brought my hands up to my breasts. My nipples were already hard as I slid the silk across them; my breasts hungered for the contact.

Linda released her right breast and slid her hand into her white cotton panties. I watched her fingers sliding under her panties. Though she was facing the window, I didn’t think she could see me in the dark. I continued rubbing my breasts as I watched her finger her pussy. I knew my own cunt was getting pretty wet. I didn’t know why I kept looking. I didn’t know why the sight was exciting me. It didn’t seem to matter at the time. I needed to feel something other than empty.

When Linda reached down to slip off her panties, I was startled by her dense, black bush, She obviously trimmed it to wear a bikini but the pubic hair was much denser than my red ones. She started sliding a finger along her slit and I couldn’t stand it anymore. I shifted position and kneeled on Kaitlin’s bed, facing the window so I could watch Linda masturbate. I pulled the nightgown up over my butt and reached down between my legs. My wet slit welcomed the sliding finger as inhaled deeply. Linda’s entire hand was now involved in playing with her pussy; her left hand was tweaking her right nipple. Her knees were up and her legs were spread wide to give her right hand more room to play. I began rubbing my right hand along my pussy as I braced my self on the bed with the left. My fingers felt so good sliding along my lips, grazing my swollen clit on the way by, sending little surges of electricity through my body.

Linda’s left hand had now come down to help the right. She was using the left to rub around her clit as her right was rubbing around her pretty cunt, spreading the lips, revealing the inner depths that I knew she was about to invade. I slipped two fingers into my pussy at almost the exact same moment Linda’s fingers slid into hers. I had the bottom of my palm pressed against my clit as I slid deep into my greedy cunt. Linda’s left fingers were sliding around her clit as the fingers on her right hand pumped in her pussy. She was bucking her hips, her mouth wide open as her head thrashed back and forth on the pillow. I was moaning, my ragged breath coming out in gasps, my heart pounding hard. Waves of pleasure were spreading throughout my body from the fiery center where my fingers were now frantic in their rush toward orgasm. Linda was thrashing on the bed, her fingers a blur in her black haired pussy. I watched her young, naked body clutch and quiver as her orgasm washed over; it rocked her body as if she was being electrocuted. I wanted to hold my own cum off a moment longer to watch her lovely nudity twitching but it came upon me in a rush, overpowering me and driving me down flat on to the bed. I laid there on my belly, my hand wedged between my legs and my naked ass pointed at the ceiling, sucking in much needed air. My body was trembling. I hadn’t cum that hard in awhile.

When I finally rearranged my nightgown and looked out the window, Linda’s bedroom light was out. Looking around Kaitlin’s empty room, I actually grinned. Maybe it was time for this old redhead to try dating again.

THE END