Banging Becky

She was so different from me, but somehow over the months that followed,
we found that we had something in common. We weren’t the only straights
in the survivors of AIDS group, but mabe the fact that most of the group
was gay did help push us together. The first thing we discovered we had
in common was an aversion to everything we associated with our encounter
with AIDS, and that included sex.

A few weeks after she joined our support group, we ended up walking out
to the parking lot together after a meeting. It was January, but above
freezing, and after the recent cold spell, we both found it pleasantly
warm, enough so that we stood outside and chated a bit before we got in
our cars to drive home.

“By the way,” I asked. “I remember you said you did jewelry design; got
any of your work to show off?”

“Other than my earrings, Nope,” she said, and then paused thoughtfully.
“It’s funny, I used to like flashy jewelry, but since Janet got AIDS …
well, I guess I’ve tried to avoid being flashy. I guess I’m one of the
new puritans the minister talked about at the meeting. It sure sounds
odd saying it, though, I mean, my self-image is about as far from that
as possible.”

While the rest of the group came down on her for abandoning her friend,
I admired her. She was stunning looking, if plainly dressed. Her long
hair was tied back in a ponytail to show her ears, and in each ear, she
wore a row of gold earrings that ran from the earlobe right up over the
top, as many as twenty in each ear.

I still remember Anne’s outburst at her first meeting. “Damn you!” she
screamed. “Don’t you understand? Janet and I,” she sobbed, “Janet and
I shared all the same lovers.” She paused for a ragged breath. “How
can I make you understand? See these rings?” She ran her finger over
the arc of rings in one ear. “Janet and I had this deal. Everytime we
had a new guy, we’d put in a new pair of earrings, one ring for each of
us. Now she’s got AIDS, damn it, but I didn’t run away from her, I ran
away from all of our lovers! Janet I could face, I couldn’t face all the
guys!”

Terri grabbed Keith’s hand and pulled it towards her, placing it on her
crotch, grinding lightly into his hand. He smiled and moved with her,
feeling the damp mound below him, sensing her intensity. She caught her
breath as Keith ran his other hand over her breasts and nimbly moved his
fingers over her clit, her most sensitive part. His fingers circled her
nipple, brushing against it, then seizing it and pinching it lightly,
causing a gasp and a heavy breathing from Terri. He was teasing her, and
she knew it.
“So, the tables turn. Is it all that it’s cracked up to be?” said Keith.
“Oh, I don’t know,” said Terri, grinding yet again against his hand, making
up for his lack of movement. “It’s not that baaa…. uh!” Keith put his
whole hand over her vagina and pushed deep into her with his middle finger.
She shuddered as her sentence was rudely interrupted. She’ll probably
forgive me, thought Keith, if I do this…

It was summer, and like all girls love to do, she went to the
beach.

She was proud of her body, and she took care of it. From her wavy
brown hair that feathered lightly in the breeze, to her long,
beautiful legs that drew appreciative glances, she was happy with
the way she looked. She was proud of her flat stomach, and firm
breasts. Her nipples were large, and she loved how they drew a
man’s attention when they poked through her blouse. Or in this
case, her bikini top.

Laying in the hot sun, she worked a little more sunscreen into
her brown shoulder, and turned up her radio. (more…)

Jenny’s hands ran down my sides and reached into my shorts, caressing my cock
as I undid the last button on her top. I opened it to reveal the treasures
that lay within. It was getting kind of warm so I took the blanket off of
Jenny and myself. It was dark, but still light enough to see fairly well.
Might as well give her a good show. In case you couldn’t guess, I was really
getting into this. Alyssa gathered the sheets around herself almost
selfconsciously as I moved on my hands and knees to hover over Jenny.

I continued roving over Jenny’s nude form with mouth and hands as she shifted
and moaned with pleasure. I took one delicate nipple in my mouth and sucked it
gently, letting it harden under my tender ministrations. Out of one corner of
my eyes I could see Alyssa watching wide-eyed, still wrapped in the bedclothes.

Jenny grabbed the waistband of my shorts and pulled them down, and I kicked
them off onto the floor. I glanced again at Alyssa and could see her staring
at my cock, jutting stiff and hard from between my legs. This was getting
better by the second.

Becky Strips Out Of Her Sweaty Workout Clothes

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.

“You did real good, Jim. As a reward, I’ll let you fuck me.” He stood,
and she opened his fly and brought his penis out. It was limp,and James
cursed himself for being impotent at the least fortuneate moment. “Aww,
poor baby, I’ve made you nervous, haven’t I? We’ll have to do something
about that.” The next second, James thanked God for his limp dick. The
feeling as she knelt before him and took his soft cock into her her warm
mouth was unlike any other feeling he had ever sensed. She slowly retracted
his foreskin and started flitting his cockhead with her pointy tongue. The
fact that she still had the gun pointed at him didn’t stop his prick from
growing in her mouth. James had never been able to persuade his girlfriend
to give him head, and here he was, getting blowed by a total stranger. She
started to suck on his swelling cock, her loving caress making him moan
deeply. Very slowly, he put his hands behind her neck and held her head. She
didn’t object as he slowly started to move head up and down his cock, making
his now rigid prick slide in and out her hot, wet mouth. She actually let
him do it! His prick glistened with her saliva as it slid almost all the way
out, then it buried itself in her throat again. His cock was long and hard,
but still, she did not gag. She had definitely done this before. Her head
was bobbing softly up and down his prick as he held her head gently in his
hands. Her hair felt incredibly soft between his fingers, and her eyes were
closed. She seemed to be enjoying it as much as he was, making small,
whimpering sounds as she sucked him off. Her soft lips closed tight around
his pounding cock, and her tongue was licking his dickhead like crazy. He
started fucking her mouth, grinding his hips quicker and quicker towards her
face. He came suddenly in uncontrolled spurts. He yelled as huge globs of
sperm pulsed out his urethra and down her throat. She swallowed quickly as
more of his semen filled her mouth. He plunged his prick deep into her mouth
a few more times, enjoying the last twitches of orgasm, before she let go of
his cock and stood. She held him close, pointing the gun at his back and
giving him a french kiss. His sperm didn’t taste as bad as he would have
thought it would. She stopped and smiled at him. “Was it good?” Jim could
only nod.

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.

It was a boring night so I decided it was time to go for a walk. As
stroled through the neighborhood I suddenly heard a strange sound. It
was a girl moaning. I looked in the direction of the house it was
coming from but I couldn’t see anybody. I decided to investigate and
moved closer. As I reached the house the moaning grew more and more
intense. Thinking someone was injured I followed the sound to the rear
of the house. The sound was coming from inside. I noticed a light on
through a small window which I presumed was the bathroom due to the
size and height of the window. There were some bushes bellow it but
nothing to stand on. I reached up and grabed the ledge with my finger
tips and pulled myself up.
I was in shock! Instead of an injured woman I saw two women in a 69
position. One was ramming a vibrator in and out of the other. I
couldn’t pull myself away from this sight. As they continued to lap and
suck and fuck each other my cock grew bigger and bigger until I felt I
would explode and awaken the entire nieghborhood. Suddenly the women
the two women began to come time and time again.

Strawberry Syrup Body Messy
I love strawberries and when I went to the store and saw that they had strawberry syrup I just had to have it. I came home and the first think I could think of was tasting the syrup. It tasted so good that I thought I would just pore some all over me…