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 Author: Willy Tamarack
Title: The Bathroom
Part: 1 of 1
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Keywords: (MF nc)
Language: English
@(C) 2008 Willy Tamarack Commercial use in any form requires the written
permission of the author and will ensure a portion of the proceeds goes to

the National Organization for the Reform of Marijuana Laws (NORML).

   !!!!!  ATTENTION !!!!!

   Before we get going here, a couple of notes.  The following is a sex
story.  A stroke story.  A porno story.  The content is unsuitable for
youngsters and some adults may find it objectionable.  I've ensured my
material is properly coded and registered.  Adults, who have custodial
responsibility for young minds, must ensure this smut doesn't fall into
their children's hands.  To charge the government with that
responsibility...Wow !  Don't get me started.

   This story is total fantasy.  It is fiction.  Made up.  As a friend of
my wife calls it, MSU (made shit up).  Don't tell me this shit doesn't go
on all the time.  Too many people are getting too drunk or too stoned to be
aware of their surroundings...And don't try to explain it away with a whole
bunch of psychobabble bullshit.  You at least have to have the situational
awareness to remove yourself from a troubling situation.  If you are too
impaired to make that judgment ?  Who, then, is at fault ?!  Common sense
is a good thing to keep close to you at all times !

   And while the plot and subplots of the following tale stem from the
author's fertile imagination; the characters...Well, the characters are
also total fantasy.  They don't exist, never have and never will.

   Remember now...Sex should be fun !  As always e-mail your comments to
the usual.

   The Bathroom

   (MF no)

   by

   Willy Tamarack

   In Tribute

   With thanks to the founding fathers and the U.S.  Constitution

   The Party

   The party was raging around the pool.  Some of the guys had formed teams
and were racing the length of the pool in inner tubes.  The pool was a wash
in waves as the men raced back and forth.  There were even some women on
the teams.  Most everyone else was lined up on both sides of the pool,
cheering on their favorites.

   Between races, the beer keg was the center piece of the party.  The
company summer party was a huge success !  Well over a hundred people were
in attendance, scattered all over the estate.  On the grass, the company
set up a large tent canopy.  Beneath the canopy was the buffet and lots of
employees were scarfing down the free food.  A loud cheer went up outside
and most under the canopy looked toward the pool.

   Moments later a dripping racer rushed under the canopy and shouted. 
"Cindy Nelson's top came off in the pool.  I think they're playing `keep
away' with it." Several people laughed.  Some of the women glanced at each
other with knowing looks.

   The man was standing at the end of the buffet, drinking a beer, forties
for sure, graying at the temples...Pretty fit, with good abs and no bulging
stomach.  No doubt, he worked out.  He was wearing just a pair of swim
trunks.  The man's attention was divided between trying to get a peek at
Cindy Nelson's tits and keeping an eye on a wife who was getting "plowed"
over by the beer keg.  Her name was Becky "something." He barely knew her
husband.  He was a total dork but she was a fine looking woman.  The
husband obviously didn't take her out enough.  The man wondered if he
fucked her enough ?

   The woman was loud and waving an arm around.  People were looking at her
from a distance.  Early thirties...Small, almost tiny, she had a nice,
tight ass on her...A little light in the chest but he bet she had nice
nipples.  Short, dark hair framed a very cute face...Cute, not truly good
looking, just cute.  The man, at the end of the buffet, was getting a woody
imagining what she would look like naked.

   Over by the keg, Becky was struggling to maintain her soberness.  She
kept hitching up the left shoulder strap of her bathing suit top.  She was
wearing last year's swim suit and it didn't quite fit like it did last
year. Some of the elastic was stretched out.  She'd lost track of her
husband.  She also suspected that she might be a little drunk.  Okay ! 
Okay !  She knew that she was more than a little drunk.  It was the only
time she acted like this...Became a social butterfly...When she was
drinking.  It didn't take much.  She was just starting her third beer and
was already having a hard time following the conversations around the keg.

   "Where'sss the lady's roooomm ?" She tried to enunciate more clearly
toward the end but it came out the same.  One of the men pointed over
toward the house.

   One of the women whispered, "There's a nice one upstairs, on the right.
Want me to come with you ?"

   "No...No...I'm fine." Becky backed away from the keg and walked off
toward the house.

   The man, at the end of the buffet, was now focusing all of his attention
on the brunette as she made her way toward the house.  Twice she grabbed
for a chair as she approached the door.  She was making a spectacle of
herself.  He wondered if this might be a lost cause ?!

   Becky let herself into the house without further incident and most of
the attention, she had attracted, disappeared when she did.  The man, at
the buffet, scanned the crowd.  The woman's husband was still hanging out
with the boys at the pool.  No one was moving toward the door where the
brunette had disappeared.  The man moved slowly but deliberately toward the
door.  He continued scanning the crowd and was sure not a soul was paying
any attention to him when he entered the house.

   He closed the door behind him.  It was cool inside.  The noise of
outdoors silenced immediately.  He listened.  The house was quiet.  The
guest bathroom was off to the right and he made his way toward it at a
brisk clip.  He scanned the area.  The door was not locked.  He peeked in.
Empty.

   He looked over toward the stairs and quickly moved in that direction. 
Blood was pounding in his temples when he paused at the top of the stairs.
Not a sound.  He started to the left and figured very shortly that there
were only bedrooms in that directions.  He checked them all.  Maybe, she
was taking a nap ?  He chuckled as he rushed from room to room.

   The Bathroom

   Becky found the powder room with little trouble...And everything went
well until she reached for the toilet paper.  She lost her balance and fell
against the sink.  When she became aware again, she was laying on the thick
pile carpet on the floor of the powder room.  It was soft.  She was tired.
Her bathing suit bottoms were still down around her ankles.  She drew her
knees up under her chin and closed her eyes.  Night !  Night !  Becky.

   He was down to one door.  Aah..Ha !  Here she is !  One last look around
and he was inside the bathroom, locking the door.  He checked the time.

   "Becky...Becky." He wasn't very loud.  He was stepping out of his trunks
and was now totally naked.  His cock was growing out of a thick bush of
dark pubic hair.  He was getting very hard, his cock head a large knob on a
sturdy pole.  He couldn't hold back and stroked it a bit as he sunk to his
knees.  She didn't move.

   He shook her shoulder.  "Becky...Becky." Again, not very loud.  And
again she didn't move.  He leaned down and talked right into her right ear.
"Becky...Becky...Anybody home ?"

   When she didn't move, he straightened up.  Her ass was bare and a very
nice ass it was.  The man ran his hand down her side and cupped her right
ass cheek.  He was watching her face.  Not a movement.  His cock was like
steel.

   His fingers crept between the cheeks of Becky's ass.  She was hairy. 
His fingers continued their exploring until the man could feel her cunt
lips.  She had a nice, fat, hairy cunt.  His fingers became bolder and one
of them worked itself in between her vagina lips.

   He brought his hand to his mouth and sucked on the finger that had been
exploring her.  She was rank.  He lubricated his finger with saliva and
slid it back in between the cheeks of Becky's ass.  She hadn't moved a
millimeter.  He slid about two inches of finger into her.  He finger fucked
her for a couple of strokes and then sucked on his finger again.  She
didn't smell as bad this time.

   His finger was all the way into her now.  He started fucking it in and
out of her.  She was tight.  Her husband must be a pencil dick.  She was
out like a light.  Her cunt was getting wet and juicy.  Her old man wasn't
fucking her enough.

   The man's cock was throbbing when he rolled Becky on to her back.  Her
knees fell apart.  Her crotch was a mass of dark, curly hair.  His finger
was still fucking in and out of her.  Her cunt lips were pink and slick. 
He spread her cunt lips with one hand and drilled two fingers of the other
hand into her.  She was mushy.  The man's cock was bobbing on it's own. 
The bathroom smelled of her.

   The man removed her bottoms and pushed her top up around her neck.  He
kept two fingers fucking in and out of her.  Her tits were small, no bigger
than tennis balls...Her areolae very tiny and almost pointed.  Her nipples
were small.  With his free hand he twisted one.  It erected almost
immediately and grew quite hard between his fingers.  His other hand was
still driving his fingers in and out of her cunt.  She was ready to fuck.

   The man lifted her ass off the carpet using one hand under each of her
knees.  She weighed hardly a thing.  He arranged her legs around his middle
and then took his cock in his hand.  With one hand he spread her cunt lips,
with the other he guided the head of his dick into her.  One flick of his
hips and he sunk three inches into her.  He froze.  She was tight.  He
flexed his cock.  Becky was frozen.

   He grabbed the top of her thighs and pulled her on to his cock.  Worked
the rest of her legs up around his shoulders and sprawled out over her. 
Using the bathroom door for leverage, the man started fucking Becky.  Slow
at first and then picking up speed.  Her cunt felt great, milking his cock
as it speared in and out of her.  She was juicy and hot.  He fucked Becky
harder.

   He checked the time again.  Eight minutes gone by.  He was starting to
sweat as he labored over her.  Her head was lolling over to the right, her
tits, tight little mounds of flesh, nipples pointing out from the breast
meat.  He looked down between them and could see his thick member
disappearing into the mass of dark curls growing between Becky's legs.  He
fucked her faster.  She was a rag doll, her eyes shut, mouth gapping.  Her
breath smelled like beer.

   Sweat was dribbling off his brow and he was ready to unload.  He thrust
and held, his cock spurting shot after shot of hot spunk into the woman's
womb.  His legs were shaking, thighs chorded as he injected his semen into
her...A couple of more strokes.  She was gushy...Full of cum.  Sated, he
slowly pulled his cock out of her.  It was covered with cum.

   The man pulled Becky to the middle of the bathroom and fit her bottoms
back on over her feet.  He knee walked to her head and rubbed the head of
his cum soaked cock against the woman's lips.  They got slick with his
semen.  He chuckled a bit before jumping to his feet and pulling on his
trunks.

   He got Becky's tits back into her top and wound her around the toilet
just as he found her, bottoms still down around her ankles.  He could see
some of his spunk dribbling out of her cunt.  The pubic hair around her
hole was full of it.  He backed to the door and let himself out.  No one
was on the second floor.  The man skipped down the stairs and made a "B"
line for the buffet area.  He was famished.

   The Following Morning

   Becky's head was pounding.  Her husband was talking but she didn't have
the patience to listen to him.  "...found you upstairs, wrapped around the
commode.  Pretty impressive, Becky."

   Becky vaguely remembered going upstairs to the bathroom.  The next thing
she remembered was waking up this morning with a horrible hangover.  She
was never going to drink again !  How many times had she said that ?  She
lost count.  Maybe this time, she'd make it stick ?

   Becky rolled out of bed about an hour later and made it to the bathroom
without blowing lunch.  She was proud of herself.  The shower was on full
hot and the bathroom was filling with steam.  Her night gown came off over
her head and went into the hamper.

   She was looking at herself in the mirror when she noticed.  Her pubic
hair, down at the juncture of her thighs was matted with semen.  Her first
thought was that her husband had sex with her last night, after they got
home.  She put her fingers in it and moved them to her vagina.  There was
still cum dribbling out of her.  The hair right around her vagina was caked
with dried semen.  She rubbed herself.  Her vagina spread and began leaking
cum.  Her fingers were covered with it.

   A picture was forming in her mind.  Someone was fucking her ?  Her legs
were up around his neck and his cock was a whole lot bigger than her
husband's...And he was really fucking her.  His whole chest was covered
with dark hair.  She could feel his cock drilling in and out of her.  Her
whole crotch was wet and this guy's dick was pumping in and out of her. 
She tried to visualize his face.  The clearest it got was a chest full of
hair and a hard dick fucking her like crazy.  Oh !  God !  It could have
been anyone !  She was so embarrassed but couldn't keep her hands out of
her crotch while she was showering.  What if her husband knew ?  Oh !  God
! She was never going to drink again.  Becky promised herself that...Right
there and then !  Never again !?
   end