Banging Becky

“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.

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.

I just had to tell what happened when I went to my girl-friend’s
house for christmas vacation. We’ve been dating for awhile, so I
know her family pretty well. She is very close to her older sister
who lives in the same town. Becky, my girlfriend, often hangs out
there during the day while her sister’s husband is at work, so we went
over one afternoon to relax in their Jacuzzi. Robin, Becky’s sister,
greeted us when we came in. Robin is a little shorter and slimmer than
Becky; where Becky has larger curves and large, heavy breasts, Robin
has slimmer hips that run to a slimmer waist and smaller, but not small,
breasts that sit up high and pert. (more…)

You drive a cab long enough in Baltimore, you see everything.
I’m not kidding. Baltimore is just full of characters, and it seems like
I’ve had ‘em all in my hack at one time or another in the years I’ve been
doing this to keep a fucking ro of over my head and pay my non-fucking
ex-wife’s alimony bills.

Like I said, I’ve seen all kinds of fares, but the topper had to
be this rich society bitch last Christmas. I pick her up at BWI load her
bags into the trunk and take off. She’s wearing a dead fox around her
shoulders and gave some fancy up town address. She’s about 40 years old,
but still sexy in a stuck-up kind of way. Stinking rich. I’m not
kidding you. But here’s the thing: When I pull in front of her castle,
she goes into her purse to pay the tab, and whaddya know? She can’t find
her wallet! “I’m terribly sorry,” she says in this hoity-toity voice.
“I don’t seem to be able to pay you”. (more…)

“Hi”, she said with
a warm, light voice, sounding every bit as sexy as she looked. “You must be
Jim Hunter”, she said, shaking his hand with quite a tight grip for a
woman. “I’m Sarah Preston. Fin Grimes told me all about you”, she explained.
“Hopefully not all”, said James, making her smile again. “How’s his fashion
shop doing?” “Never better, he told me.” “James, I can’t quite decide. I’ll
check some other shops before I make my choice, okay?”, the lord said as he
started towards the door. “Fine, Lord Reginald”, James replied, almost
sighing with relief. “Now, miss, what can I do for you”, he asked,
redirecting his attention to the attractive blonde before him. He found
himself staring into the barrel of a gun. James was no expert on firearms,
but he had never seen such a big hole before. Actually, it was a magnum
.357, but it could have been a .20, that made no difference to James.

James Hunter regarded his nails as he glanced at the shop door from time to
time to reassure himself that there were no customers to catch him doing
his manicure. His job required his appearance to be impeckable; the
clientel he dealt with was the vain part of the upper class. It was unusual
for him to arrive at work with dirty fingernails, but he had spent the
night with his date in the most delightful manner, causing him to sleep to
long and barely reporting in time for today’s work. But it had been worth
it, every minute of it, he said to himself. As he thought of the pleasures
of the previous night, the door bell suddenly tingled. Quickly, he
straightened himself and prepared his “The-customer-is-always-right”-smile,
as an elderly man stepped into the shop. “Good morning, Lord Reginald”, he
said. “Yes, a damn fine one, if I do say so myself”, the lord replied as he
stepped further into the shop. “If my memory isn’t playing tricks on me,
I’d say it’s your wife’s 26th year birthday tomorrow, am I right?” “Ah, so
you remembered it, eh?” “Of course, Lord Reginald”, James smiled. “Old
pig!”, he thought. “I’ll just browse a bit.” James made a mental sigh.

The other girl stood behind me with a base ball bat
just waiting for the chance to strike. As the first girl cleaned my
wounds and taped my ankles I did my best to explain what had happened.
I wasn’t sure she belived but she said she wouldn’t call the cops if I
repaired the damege I had done. I of ocourse agreed. She said I was to
come back that week end and repair the bushes, fill in holes I had made
in the lawn, and I was to do all the yard work around the house. Fine I
said hopping that was it. But I was also to clean the carpets where my
blood had spilled and all the other carpets and floors. Ok, anything to
stay out of jail.

Becky Gets Out Of Her Skirt And Fingers Her Pussy while watching a man…

From my fourth floor apartment I can see across the road and into the windows of the flats opposite. The road is quite wide so often when I sit in the window with a glass of wine in the evening all I can see are shapes. Most apartments like mine don’t have curtains or blinds on our huge windows, and if they do, often they are not closed. In the past 6 months I have come to ‘know’ many of my cross street neighbors. Some better than others! Many, unfortunately not the ones you would like to watch normally, enjoy being naked at home alone, some like to be naked with each other, lights on, blinds open. Although it has to be said far too much happens with the lights off, or out of view. (more…)