Banging Becky

Since the start of the term, I had watched Joan exercise and work out in the
skimpiest of gym uniforms. The blonde 19 year old was the most beautiful
cheerleader in the senior class. All the boys in school were constantly trying
to get into her pants, and to be honest with you, my own heart would literally
do a flip flop imagining what it would be like to fondle her large breasts that
were constantly peeking out through the sides of the tight T-shirts the kids
wore despite strict dress codes.

Watching her strut her stuff up and down the halls, I spent many a moment in
deep thought, picturing in my mind, the utter thrill of parting her long, lean
legs and caressing her with my tongue. I lived for the day the opportunity
might arise to show her the value of taking instruction from an older, more
mature person – one that has been around and knows the ropes. To me, Joan
seemed to know the score, and I was positive that none of the kids her own age
could possibly bring her the sexual satisfaction I instinctively knew her body
must crave. Teacher or no teacher, if I thought I could get away with it, I
would do anything short of rape to be able to lick and swallow the sacred
secretions that were certain to flow in abundance from that delectable
Homecoming Queen’s vagina.

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Anne always brushed me off the same way when I proposed marriage; she’d
always tell me that there was more about her that she didn’t want me to
know for fear that it would end a pleasant friendship.
I asked her again today, July third, while we were on our way back from
the local clinic where we got our periodic HIV screenings; neither of us
had had any sexual contacts for six months, but we were scared enough by
our experiences to keep going back to the clinic every month. On the
way out, we agreed to get together for a picnic dinner tomorrow, before
the fireworks on the fourth. I made my usual proposal, half in jest but
half seriously, and Anne surpirsed me completely by answering yes.
She drove us immediately to the county courthouse. I was still in a
daze as she marched us up to the clerk’s office and rang the bell. I’d
made my usual offer of marriage, but I hadn’t expected her to accept on
the spot, and her fast followthrough left me reeling. She filled out as
much of the form the clerk handed her as she could, then handed it to me
to fill out my part. (more…)

I remember one night after we left a meeting of the survivors, Anne gave
a good summary of her feelings. “You know, Jeff, there are times I wish
I could become a nun, I wish I could live in an isolated world where sex
didn’t exist.”

“Why not marry me?” I joked.

“What?” she said, stopping me on the street and staring at me.

“Like you said at the meeting,” I said. “You said you’d always thought
that marriage was a trap to be avoided, that marriage would mean the end
of your sexuality. Wouldn’t marriage be more fun than a convent?”

She smiled at me and chuckled. “It probably would, but you’re so …”
She paused, her voice trailing off. “Damn it, you’re so straight that
I’m afraid I’d offend you.”

His hands now ran freely over her body, touching her everywhere. She was
leaning back on the bed, bracing herself with her hands, groaning with his
movements inside of her. his hand slid over her breasts and stomach as he
rubbed her clit in time with the thrusts he pushed into her. Terri couldn’t
help herself. She grabbed Keith by the neck and pulled him closer to her,
kissing him with a fervor that surprised the both of them. Tongues dancing,
they felt each other, Terri’s hands grasping him and stroking him, while his
hands were busy with their own activity. Both were panting now, wanting
each other. When this happened, problems occurred, because they couldn’t
have sex in the traditional way – Terri was saving herself for marriage, and
Keith respected that. But there were always other ways to get off, and they
both had some ideas…

“Well, you’re not exactly Miss Manners tonite either, dear. Why the intense
streak?”
“Do you want me to stop?”
“No!” shouted Keith. “I mean… uh, no. I kinda like it. It’s
interesting.”
“I’ll bet it is. So, what to do now?” And as she finished talking, Terri
pulled down her shorts, exposing nothing but her shapely thighs and her
beautiful patch of pubic hair. She wriggled a bit too much for the occasion
of getting her Umbros off, but she liked how Keith seemed hypnotized by her
movements. She could feel her wetness increasing as Keith’s cock pulsated
and moved with his heartbeat. “I have an idea,” she continued, taking deep
breaths, belying her calm demeanor.

Her mouth moved slowly up and down, working its way farther and farther
towards his balls. Terri’s hand lightly cupped his balls and squeezed
gently. Keith’s moan could be heard above the light music playing in the
background to discourage listeners nearby. She had her other hand around
the base of his cock, and as her movements quickened, so did her hand. Her
mouth moved upward while her hand moved down, and the motions were
synchronized so that all Keith could do was to feel the pressure build up on
his groin. Terri sensed this, and when she thought Keith could take no
more, she slowed, gently removing her hand and mouth from his body. Keith
shuddered as Terri lightly brushed her hand past his quivering dick.

“Ah, could you slow down a bit, please?”
Terri complied. Her movements up and down the shaft of Keith’s dick slowed,
and he looked visibly more relaxed. She smiled and sped up quickly,
enjoying the look in his eye, the tension felt thru her hand, the heat from
his body. Keith gasped, and she slowed again.
“Now, that’s not fair now. There’s a hands-off for you for a reason, and if
you keep this up, I’ll have to break it.”
“Well, you’ll have to do what you have to do, eh?” replied Terri, a
mischievous grin on her face. “And then the results will be more…
interesting.”
With that, she moved away from Keith’s face and plunged towards the
rock-hard penis in her hands, still being caressed and gently handled.
Taking him in her mouth, she ran her tongue around the head, sensing Keith’s
excitement, and then took him into her mouth as far as she could go. She
was still an amateur at this, even though she had done this many a time with
Keith (and others). But she still had a certain “flair” for oral sex, and
Keith told her this repeatedly. She never believed him, and this sort of
bothered him. But not too much – it made her work that much harder. Keith
could deal.

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I moved my attentions from Liz’s breast down lower. I slowly, lovingly made
my way to the curly tuft of her pubic hair. Without warning I plunged down
between her legs and began running my tongue along the cleft of her pussy,
first on the outside and then slowly, tantalizingly working my way inside.
Liz began to gasp and moan as her hips started pumping. Alyssa suddenly
said, “God, this is so great!” in a high, excited voice.

I was inclined to agree, but couldn’t say anything as my mouth was already
busy.

Liz must have been as excited as me, because it took her much less time than
usual to build up a full head of steam and before I knew it her gasps grew in
intensity and she suddenly stopped as every muscle in her body locked in an
intense orgasm. Slowly, slowly she relaxed and released a long sigh of
contentment. I crawled back up to lay beside her and she her tight until the
shivering subsided.

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I kissed her, tracing delicate lines down her cheek to her ear and then
down to the base of her throat with my open mouth. I could feel her shiver at
the sensation as I undid her pajama top with practiced ease. I felt a little
self-conscious. I had never made love in front of an audience before, not one
in the same bed. I could feel the heat of Becky’s body pressed against my
back and it seemed to increase my excitement tenfold.

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The night was getting less restful by the minute. Jenny wasn’t just cuddling,
but running her hands up and down my chest and legs, making me tingle. I was
fast losing interest in sleep at all. She kissed me back, this time with her
tongue. Her intentions were obvious, but I wasn’t so sure. “Sweetheart,” I
whispered, “I don’t know how to tell you this, but we *are* in your best
friend’s bed. It doesn’t seem fair to her.”

Jenny replied in a throaty voice, “Alyssa doesn’t mind.” she leaned up on her
elbow for a second and addressed her. “Do you?”

“Not at all.” Alyssa replied. “This bed doesn’t see much action as it is.

I wouldn’t mind watching somebody else for a change. That is, if it doesn’t
bother Tom…”

“Who, me?” I squeaked, unable to believe what I was hearing. “Oh, no, not at
all. I seem to be outnumbered anyway.”

“Then it’s settled.” Jenny said, laying back down and caressing my body again.
It occured to me that the whole thing sounded suspiciously well-rehearsed and
then I asked myself what the hell I was worrying about.

Alyssa gave me a blanket and pillow and I sprawled out on the couch while they
went into her bedroom. Through the closed door I could still hear them gabbing
away. I hoped Jenny enjoyed trying to sleep in the passenger’s seat tomorrow.
I would not feel sorry for her one bit. As I finally dropped off I thought I
heard a lot of excited, suspicious giggling…

It seemed like seconds later that I was being shaken awake. It was Jenny
dressed in her pajama top. It was still dark outside so I mumbled something
about what the hell…?

“Sweetheart, I was just thinking and I felt guilty about making you sleep on
this uncomfortable couch.” she whispered. I was too tired to be uncomfortable
but was wondering what she was talking about. “Why don’t you come sleep with
us in Alyssa’s bed? It’s big enough.”

Now I was fully awake and none too happy. Spending the night next to that
luscious body and unable to do anything about it would not be great fun. But
Jenny finally talked me into. My resistance is very low when I’m pooped.

Jenny took me by the hand and led me into the darkened bedroom. I started to
crawl into bed and she said “You’re not going to sleep in your clothes, are
you?”

True enough, out in the front room I had just kicked off my shoes before
laying down. Gee, thanks, honey. It’s gonna be hard enough sleeping next to
Alyssa as it is. I wondered if Jenny was trying to get me back for something I
did or said during the day with this torture. I turned to where Alyssa was
laying and said, “Does this bother you at all?”

“Oh, no.” she replied “Jenny said you could be trusted.”

Jeez. something very funny was going on here but I decided it might be to my
advantage to play it through. So I stripped down to my shorts and climbed into
bed. Jenny got in after me and there I was with a woman on each side of me. I
guess things weren’t that bad after all. I put an arm around Jenny’s shoulders
and kissed her and told Alyssa goodnight.

Not that it was going to be that easy to sleep. The bed wasn’t *that* big and
both of the girls were pressed pretty tight against me. Jenny was cuddling me
on my left in the nightshirt and Alyssa’s warm body pressed against me on the
right and while I did’t dare find out for sure, I could have sworn she wasn’t
wearing anything. All I could feel was bare flesh pressing against mine. It
wasn’t going to be a very restful night after all, especially since I was
sporting a raging hard-on.

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“Oh, god, it’s so wonderful to see you again!” Alyssa told her. “And you, too,
Tom.” she added as an aside to me. When I lived here in Portland I had visited
here a lot with Jenny, and whenever neither of them were watching I often
scoped Alyssa out head to toe. At twenty seven years old and 130 pounds she’d
never win a beauty contest but that didn’t mean she wasn’t damned attractive.
Almost as much as Jenny. Her extra weight was distributed perfectly both above
and below the waist. She was the sort you could cuddle all night long and
never get tired of it. It always had been a mystery to me that she didn’t get
any dates but her priorities were different, I guess. I would have purely
loved to get her in the sack and often thought of it but I could never hurt
Jenny that way. Didn’t mean I couldn’t dream, though…

They chattered on for the longest time, oblivious to the late hour. I just sat
quietly on the couch and tried to keep my eyes open. Finally, Jenny yawned (it
looked forced to me) and said it was time to get some sleep. Fine by me. Even
Alyssa’s body was failing to keep me awake anymore. Tells you how tired I was.

Hey Everyone, Hope all your holidays were wonderful and hope all your upcoming holidays are just as wonderful!

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I had a great time, but I’ve been busy trying to take care of my grandfather who was in a horrible car accident. Almost lost him. but I hope everything will be great and fun for the rest of the month. Christmas should be alot of fun!! I’ve gotten all my shopping done – see I have been busy! Well I’ll be back soon.
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