Chapter 8


It had been a long day, first the explosion at work and rescuing Mike, then telling Carl and Becky about how I got two of my medals. Carl was shocked to learn of the horrors I’d seen while Becky was heartbroken over everything. She had been a good sport though and not pushed for having sex.

It took several hours but I had drifted to sleep and was awakened at 9:30 by Carl working in the kitchen. Becky rolled over to face me and gave me a kiss.

“Good morning. How are you feeling?”

“Like I got hit by a truck. How are you?”

“OK. What time did you fall asleep?”

I thought about it for a second, trying to remember the last time I looked at the clock. “About 4.”

“Damn babe, I’m sorry. Do you want to go back to sleep? I can wake you when breakfast is ready.” She laid her arm on mine with her hand on my cheek.

“No, I’ll be OK, just need some coffee or a red bull.”

“Or me?” She had that look of desire in her eyes. I was getting harder every second she gazed longingly into my soul.

“Think you got what it takes to wake me up?” I asked playfully. She responded by reaching down and placing her hand on my now hard cock.

“Feels like you’re already awake.” She said smiling.

“He is, I’m not.”

“Well, lets fix that.” She pulled the blanket off of us, exposing our once warm bodies to the cool air of the room. We had slept in our underwear, me in boxers and her in panties and large t-shirt. Pushing me on my back, she tore her shirt from her tiny form and straddled me, our essences separated only by cotton undergarments.

We shared a long and passionate kiss as she grinded her pussy on my cock. If she had gotten off if me, I think my member would have lifted my boxers off of my skin.

“I know just how to wake you up.” She said with a gleam in her eye. She swung herself off of me and turned around, putting us in a 69 position. Needing bo further encouragement, I pulled her panties to the side and saw her glistening slit inches from my face. I could feel her hands pulling my boxers down so she could have open access to my manhood so I gave her clit a quick kiss, causing her to moan.

“Don’t stop now, I wanna cum all over your face so you smell like me at breakfast.” I don’t know why, but that turned me on so much that it took everything I had not to force her down on my shaft. I felt her tongue exploring the head of my cock, teasing me with every sensual touch. I couldn’t take it anymore!

I grabbed hold of her ass and buried my face in her pussy, licking and slurping up every drop of her juices that I could. She gripped my leg rather hard and yelped in pleasure. Once the initial feeling subsided she cooed a bit and took me in her mouth. The more she sucked me, the more I licked her, she does up, so did I. Soon I could feel her start shaking as she got more vocal with her moans and groans.

“Don’t keep quiet baby, let Carl know we are up.” I said between licks of her lips. Her juice was flowing well now and I knew she was close.

“Oh fuck baby, you eat me so well! I’m gonna cum all over you!” She screamed. Carl definitely heard that.

“Cum for me baby, cum all over me!” I said as she began to shake. Her body spasmed as she had her orgasm, wave after wave of pleasure talking her far from reality. I lapped up everything she could give me and wanted more.

When the high of her climax had faded, she climbed off me and laid back on the bed, smiling the whole time. “Fuck me baby, fuck this tight little hole until you fill me up with your warm goo.”

I got up and positioned myself between her legs, my rock solid cock waiting at her entrance. I was so fucking hard I probably could have beaten someone into a coma with my dick right then. Slowly I shoved it deep inside her, a slight squeal of lust the only sound. I worked carefully, making sure I didn’t cum before she did. I loved having sex with Becky, but it was about her, not me.

With every thrust I could feel her inner chamber tighten, only releasing me so I could slide out to the tip and repeat the process. I slowly increased speed as she moaned louder. I thought I heard something hit the door, maybe Carl was listening? Don’t know, didn’t care.

Soon Becky was screaming again, my kisses failing to muffle the sound. Her pussy was fluttering like a heart having a heart attack and soon her muscles clamped down on me, releasing a torrent of her precious cum over my dick. I was unwilling to give her a break and kept stabbing her over and over. When her body relaxed, she pointed to the dresser and smiled. I pulled out of her and she went to the dresser.

Bending over, she lifted her left leg up and set it on the top. She gave her ass a smack and motioned for me with a single finger. “Fuck me baby, abuse this hole until you cum or we break the wall.”

I was inside her an instant later. Again I started slowly, but wasted no time in speeding up until I was worried I would put her head through the wall. She screamed in pleasure with every sharp thrust and the dresser was rocking against the wall. Carl had to be listening now, if he wasn’t watching us somehow.

My balls began to tighten and pressure was building around my cock. I was getting very close. I grabbed her hair with one hand and played with her clit using the other. “I’m gonna cum baby! I’m gonna fill you up!”

“Give it to me baby! Please God give me all of it!” She yelled, making sure the neighbors could hear. I felt her body contract as she had another orgasm, followed quickly by my own. String after string flooded her body and I released her hair. She sank forward onto the dresser and was breathing deeply. I pulled out after our combined rush had subsided and got a towel to clean up the mess we made.