BECKY RIDER - Sex Stories

BECKY RIDER

... to God, if I ever saw a real woman wearing something that cute, I'll kiss her through them until she treated them like a coffee filter! Uh, okay, terrible analogy. You know what I mean though, she'd cum and I'd suck her juices through them. I'm not a fucking poet, give me a break! Second, and equally important, she just smelled GOOD. I mean, those of us who love eating pussy generally like the "scent of a woman" in the truest sense. But even discounting my oral fixation, I do believe that dudes who DON'T like pussy would have found her scent sweet. It was almost candy-like in its sweetness, and it tasted as good as it smelled. Yeah, that's right, I checked. Don't tell me you wouldn't have! Anyway, there was no real PROOF it was Becky. For all I know, Carol could have been frigging herself against the washing machine - I've seen women do that - and grabbed the first thing handy to sop up her mess. Don't tell me it couldn't happen. I've grabbed the first thing handy to clean up my messes before, and so have you. So fuck you. If I could pretend that's what happened, and it was actually Carol, then I could just enjoy them for what they were - a young woman's panties soaked in lovely pussy juice. More importantly, I could do what I did - run to my room and rub out one very much-needed climax while inhaling that scent! I wish I could say that I imagined Carol. I tried. In fact, I guess for a while I did. But y'know, Becky was just so damned cute, and it's not every day a girl cums ...

... on your leg. Well, I don't know about you, but it sure as hell wasn't every day for me! And just re-imagining her squeezing thighs, and that oh-so-sweet sound she made when she came... Yeah, I fapped off more than once, and enjoyed every time! So a couple of months go by, and the memory fades a bit - probably wore those memory cells out actually. I whacked off with Becky's panties in-hand and on-face at least once a day for those couple weeks. But time goes by, and even the most intense experiences fade. Becky wasn't forgotten, of course, but there were occasional offers and I wasn't exactly a monk. Life went back to usual, and even my masturbatory practices returned to their usually less-perverted tack. Then... Ring-Ring! "Hello?" "Hi Dane, its Carol". Did she have to tell me Carol who? Hell no. My pulse was racing the second I heard her voice. This was the pretty young mom of my pretty little rider! I took an extra second or two to try to still my racing pulse - and mind. "Dane? Are you there?" "Sorry, must be this cell phone. What can I do for you Carol?" Shit. What can I do for you and your k**, is what I meant! No I didn't. YES I DID! Crap. "Well, I hate to admit it, but I think we got another virus." YES!!! "Ah, that's too bad. Well it's only been a couple of months, and it shouldn't have gotten broken again. So I'll do this one gratis, and maybe we can figure out how you keep getting them and fix it. There's probably a hijacker or keylogger or something in there, and I ...