Becky Gets Out Of Her Corset
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.
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.
Becky Masturbating GalleryIt was well after two when Jenny and I finally reached her friend Alyssa’s
apartment. Our original plan had been to pass through Portland completely on
the way home to Seattle but we had gotten a late start and after six hours of
driving from the California border we were both beat. So Jenny had called
Alyssa up from the last rest stop and she had been more than happy to put us
up for the night. They didn’t see each other much since we had moved up north.
Me, I was just glad to postpone the last four hour’s drive until I got a
little shuteye.
Alyssa met us at the door dressed in a flannel bathrobe that was open just
enough to rouse me a little from my stupor. She hugged Jenny and they went in
chattering away, almost ignoring me as I just missed tripping on the front
step and falling on my face. I said I was tired.
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. Read the rest of this entry »
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”. Read the rest of this entry »
It always stikes me as strange that when I read of sexual exploits there
are always tales of 1 on 1, 2 on 1, gang bangs, orgies, domination,
water sports…but do you ever hear of sex by yourself? Or with someone
watching? What do you do if even the Heineken can’t refresh someone
elses’ “other parts”? Yep!! Get your fingers moving!
It was only a couple of months ago when my boyfriend, David, amid a
frank discussion (I’d told him to confess his innermost fantasies or I
wouldn’t untie him!) said that he’d really like to see someone else wank,
and to be watched himself as he played with his 7 inches of manhood.
The idea was lost as he flung himself on top of me when I undid his
bonds but the seed of an idea had been planted… Read the rest of this entry »
She read the awe and gratitude in his eyes as she said “Good. Lie
down, Jim.” He did as he was asked, and she straddled him and impaled
herself on his rigid cock. She looked around and the kicked the alarm button
in the floor a few feet away. He looked stunned upon her as she started
fucking him. The alarm bells chimed faintly through the door to the office,
but all James could sense, was the feeling of her extremely tight cunt
sliding up and down his prick. She was, if possible, even more wet than
before, and her pussy was hot on his cock. She started diddling her erect
clit while making her small, whimpering moans. She pulled at the top of the
dress with her gun hand and freed her huge, firm breasts. She began pulling
at her nipples, which were already erect. She opened her eyes to find him
staring at her big, swaying knockers. “You can play with my titties, if you
want”, she said, smiling. Jim slowly reached up and held her gigantic, soft
tits. She moaned at his touch; her nipples were hard as stone as he
carefully molded them. His loving caresses made her hump faster, and she
climaxed with a scream. Obviously, she was a woman of mercy, for she kept
op her movements after her orgasm subsided. James felt grateful; he needed
release so bad he could almost scream. And he screamed. His throbbing cock
shot three long, warm shots of cum deep into her cunt, before she swiftly
dismounted and caught hold of his swollen, trembling prick as it spurted
another load onto her face. She took it in her mouth and caught the last,
huge glob of semen with her tongue. While still stroking his shaking cock,
bringing forth the last few drops of sperm, she french kissed him again, and
he drank his come greedily. She looked into his eyes and gave his cock a
last, loving squeeze as she said “Goodbye, Jim, it’s been real nice.” She
quickly stood, straightened her clothes and wiped her face with a
hankerchief, sent him a last smile and left. He quickly dressed and checked
his nails again, and a couple of minutes later, the police arrived.
“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.
