by Logan Jacobs
“She’s a loud one when she’s drunk,” Becka noted as she prodded at Hae-won.
“I just hope she can ride in the morning,” I said.
“She’ll be fine,” Becka said as she picked up Hae-won’s glass and carried it to the sink. “And if she isn’t, I’ve got a home remedy that will help perk her up.”
“Ahh,” I said as I tried to shift the Korean woman into a more comfortable position.
“It works,” Becka promised as she rejoined me. “Soooooo, what do we do with the rest of the night?”
There was something in Becka’s voice as she asked her question that made me turn and study her face. She stood still and returned my gaze with a measured stare of her own, and I drank in the sight of her creamy skin and warm brown eyes as she took a step closer.
“What did you have in mind?” I felt my skin heat up to what felt like a thousand degrees.
“I talked to Hae-won about you,” Becka said quietly and a little breathlessly.
“Did you?” I asked as her scent flooded my senses. It was like walking through a field of wildflowers, a mix of sweet flowers and hot sun, with something clean and earthy underneath.
“I asked what it was like to have sex with you,” Becka answered as we stood toe to toe. “She gave you high marks.”
“I’m glad to hear that,” I said as I ran a finger along her jawline.
“She also said that she wouldn’t mind sharing,” Becka added. “And I’ve got a bunch of condoms.”
I’m sure the Brit was expecting me to look dubious about her claim, and I tried my best to scrunch my face into something that expressed a doubt I didn’t feel. But Hae-won let out a snore worthy of an overweight lumberjack at that moment, and both of us started laughing.
“Wha…?” Hae-won mumbled before flopping around on the couch and falling back asleep.
“We should take this somewhere else,” I said.
“We can move a mattress into the hall,” Becka said. “Just like the old days. And maybe use my cell phone for light so we don’t trip over something.”
I laughed quietly as I grabbed a mattress and tugged it across the floor while Becka grabbed her phone and then fished around inside her old backpack. I opened the door and pulled my mattress into the hall, then held the door open for Becka. We stopped and stared at each other, and I drank in the view of her round breasts and flushed skin. And then Becka began to pull off her clothes, slowly, so I had ample opportunity to admire every curve of her perfect body. Every part of her, from her arms, to her torso, to her legs, was long and perfectly defined with lean muscle. She had just the slightest cut of washboard abs, and the space between her silky thighs was a heart-shaped gap that highlighted her smooth pussy lips. By the time she was done and performed a twirl, my rod was pressed hard against my pants and begging for release.
“I like how hungry your eyes look,” she whispered.
“Your body is amazing,” I whispered. “You are literally one of the most beautiful women I have ever seen. I don’t understand why you weren’t a model.”
“I actually got scouted,” she snickered. “Mum told me it was a bad industry. She told me I should focus on work that used my brain, since it… well. I don’t want to talk about her right now. I want to see your bits and pieces.”
The blonde went to work on my pants as I pulled my shirt over my head. I felt my pants fall to my ankles while the t-shirt was around my head, and my briefs followed after that. Becka’s hand began to stroke my erection in a repeat of our visit to the library.
“God, you do that so well,” I said.
“I really like your cock,” she mused. “It’s so hard and nice in my fingers. Better in my mouth, though. And I’m guessing much better in my cunny.”
“We are going to find out.” I grinned as her thumb found the tip and started to press harder against my penis. I let her hand work its magic for a few more moments, and then I picked her up and laid her out on the mattress. My lips found her earlobe, and then her neck and her jawline, while my fingers slid between her toned legs.
“Oh, yessss,” she purred as my finger slid inside and found that she was already incredibly warm and wet.
“Do you want it?” I asked.
“Oh, please, please, please,” she begged as I stroked her pussy.
I ran my lips down her chest to her pert breasts. The nipples were erect, and as I ran my tongue across them, I could feel her whole body stiffen in response. She gasped as I nipped one, and then moaned as I started to fondle the other one with my free hand.
“Fuck me,” she whimpered. “That feels sooooo good.”
“Not yet,” I said. “Do you know sixty-nine?”
“Yessss…” Becka grinned as she peered at me in the dark.
We shifted around on the mattress until we were in place, with me on the bottom and Becka’s round and luscious butt cheeks pressed close to my face. Becka moaned as she moved her lips up and down my shaft, then wrapped them around the tip. Pure pleasure tingled up my spine as I started to lick along Becka’s slick pussy lips. Her juices tasted like honey and oranges, and her breasts heaved against my chest as I moved my tongue in and out of her tunnel so I could taste every drop of her.
“Ohhh… Fuckkkk. That’s so good.” She paused for a moment to talk, but then I slid my pointer finger into her pussy as my tongue attacked her clit, and she shoved my dick deep inside her throat once more.
She started to shiver as I worked my tongue along her clit and rubbed her g-spot with my finger. She was so wet and so hot that I started to sweat, and my shaft felt like it would burst from the pressure of her mouth devouring me.
“So yummmy,” she moaned when she let go of my dick for a moment. “I love your cock, and your tongue feel soooo gooooooddddd… Ohhhhh. Jason.”
She was so close to climax, and she whined as she started to bounce her face up and down on my shaft. Then her lips clamped around my rod again, and the feel of her tongue and the heat of her mouth on my shaft nearly drove me insane.
“Hmmmmmmm!” Becka moaned urgently with my cock in her mouth, and I felt her body explode with a flash of heat and wetness. Hands started to work along my shaft as she spasmed on top of me, and I just kept licking her dripping pussy until she finally let out a sharp yelp and released her body’s tension in one last, gasping spasm.
“Ohhhh, fucking, fuck that was amazing,” she purred after she pulled her lips off my cock and rolled over onto her side. Her whole body was damp, and her wildflower scent seemed to permeate every pore on my body.
“I love how good your pussy tastes.” I ran a hand across her thighs and up toward her abs. Her muscles twitched beneath my fingers, and she gave a throaty laugh.
“How did you get so good with your mouth?” she asked in disbelief as she propped herself up on an elbow.
“Helps when I have a sexy lover who tastes great,” I whispered as I traced a path back to her pussy.
Her cunt was so wet and hot that it felt like she had a fever, and she groaned as I fingered her again.
“Bloody hell,” she muttered as she sat up and started to pat the floor. “Where’d my stash go?”
“You’re stash?” I asked.
“The condoms,” she said. “I need that hard cock of yours deep in me… Right now.”
I patted around as well, found the phone, turned on the light, and Becka scanned the floor.
“Whooo,” she laughed. “There they are. How about I put the Johnny on and then enjoy a little ride? A little reverse cowgirl action, say. You should appreciate that, as a Yank.”
“Oh, I definitely would appreciate that,” I said with a grin.
Becka swung her leg over my torso, scooted down so that her weight was on my hips, and then began to touch my titanium-rod-hard cock with her fingers.
“Fuckkkk,” I sighed.
“Enough playing.” I heard her unwrap the condom, but I couldn’t quite see what she was doing because I was holding up the phone so she could get a bit of
light.
“Bit hard to see…” Becka muttered as I felt her move the condom over my tip and then tried to slide it over my shaft.
“Fuck, slipped,” she snickered as her fingers scraped against my slick cock and the rubber.
It was rather eerie with the strange shadows cast by the light, and I heard myself chuckle when I caught sight of how big my dick looked in the shadow cast on the wall.
“We could turn you into a sundial,” Becka declared when she saw what had caught my attention. “I just want this hard joystick deep inside me. Okay, I think I got the condom on.”
“Feels good,” I said as her fingers finished rolling it down my length.
“And this is going to feel better,” she purred as she positioned herself over my penis.
Then she slid down onto me, and we both let out a long groan of absolute pleasure as our bodies were finally joined together.
“Ohhh, you are so fucking hard,” Becka whined. Then she shifted around until she found the spot she wanted, and then she started to slide up and down. I watched her back arch as she rode me, her long golden hair glowing in the faint light from the emergency exit at the end of the hall and the phone screen. Her whole body looked so delicious as she moved that all I wanted to do was fuck her brains out in every position I could dream of.
“That feels so good, Becka,” I moaned as she ground down against me and clenched tight around my throbbing shaft.
“Yeahhhh…” Her head fell forward, and I could hear her start to pant again, and I placed my hands on her trim waist just to give her extra support. I could feel her heartbeat thrumming through her veins when I did that, and I felt my own heart start to beat in time with hers.
“You are so deep in me.” She shuddered, and then her head came up again, her face turned toward the ceiling, and she let out a long, low, guttural moan. Her back arched, and then she started to move along my rod again, faster and faster until she was pounding into me with every ounce on her lithe frame. She let out a wordless scream and crashed onto me once more, her whole body on fire and tense as a bowstring. I turned off the phone light, grabbed her hips, and then pulled her down hard onto my cock so that I was as deep inside of her as possible while she rode out her second orgasm.
Her body tensed, spasmed, twisted, and clutched around me as her pleasure climbed, and it seemed to last for five whole minutes. Then she suddenly relaxed, collapsed forward, and balanced herself on her hands between my knees.
“That’s the best orgasm I’ve ever had,” she whispered after she’d caught her breath. “Holy fuck, Jason. I… I can’t… I can’t even think straight… My entire body is just warm and numb and… sooo happy.”
“I’m glad,” I whispered.
“Can we do missionary?” she asked a moment later. “I want to make out with you while you fuck me. Then we don’t need the light. We can just feel each other.”
“Yeah,” I moved to get up, but then she pushed her left hand backward on my chest.
“Wait,” she snickered. “I don’t want you pulling out of me for even a second. I think I can twist around…”
“Okay,” I whispered.
The only light now was the distant exit sign, so I could barely make out Becka’s dark outline. She sat up and then lifted her left leg while she pushed off the ground with her right foot. Her ass cheeks rubbed against my hips, but then she started to spin around to face me, and we both let out a gasp as my cock stirred and twisted against the velvety walls of her tunnel.
“There,” she giggled as she turned to face me with my rod still inside of her. “That was a brilliant idea.”
“You did it,” I laughed as I pulled her toward my chest and then rolled her onto the mattress as my tongue started to explore the cleft between her breasts.
I felt her hands snake around my waist and then start to fondle my ass. A moment later, her right hand moved up my spine and then grasped the back of my head. The blonde pulled my head toward hers, and her lips quickly found mine.
Then I began to rock my hips forward.
Our tongues danced with each other while my cock rubbed in and out of her tunnel and against her trembling walls. I took it slow at first, so that I could focus on kissing her sweet mouth while our hips learned the tempo we each preferred, but after a few minutes we were moaning down each other’s throats as I plowed her accepting body with my tool.
My tongue was deep inside her throat the first time she came in the missionary position, and it was a hard, shuddering climax that moved through her entire body. It nearly tipped me over the edge, but I wanted more, so I rode out the waves until she was mewling like a kitten. I slid in and out of her, slowly at first, until I felt her body start to tense up again. And then I plunged harder and deeper, and I was grinding my balls against her drenched pussy.
Her nails raked across my back, and her whole body bounced from the power of my surge. I was riding her hard this time, and our chests slapped together as she tried to keep up.
“Oh, god, oh, god,” she chanted as I went deeper than I’d ever been.
“Are you okay?” I asked in between strokes.
“Yes, yes,” she replied quickly. “Keep going, keep going. I’m going to cum again. Ohhh… fuckkkkk… Jason… I’m going to cum again!”
The blonde started to quiver, and then she wrapped her arms and legs around me as she tried to pull me closer. At the moment she climaxed, it felt like our bodies had melded together, and I couldn’t tell if the pleasure I felt was mine or hers. I exploded as she let out one last squeal as she felt my body begin to spasm, and there was so much semen shooting out of me that I thought the condom would burst like a water balloon.
When our bodies finally came down and went slack, I propped myself up on my elbows and stared at her beautiful face in the dim light. She looked radiant even though there was almost no light, and she smiled lazily at me.
“Hae-won wasn’t exaggerating,” Becka sighed. “That’s good to know.”
“Did you enjoy it?” I asked.
“Enjoy doesn’t really describe it,” she mused. “It was… phenomenal? Heavenly? Not sure. I’ll have to think about it. Think I came half a dozen times. Each one better than the last. I’m so wet. Just… feels like there is a warm spa inside of me along with your hard cock. I’ve never cummed this much. Feels wonderful.”
“I loved it, too,” I purred as I started to kiss her temples.
“You are still really hard,” she sighed. “Like a rock.”
“Want to go again?” I asked.
“Can you?” she sighed. “What did I do to deserve you? Right. I can go again and again if you can.”
“I need to put a new condom on,” I noted as I eased out of her.
“Mmmm,” she murmured, but then she let out a sharp gasp of regret as soon as I was free of her tunnel.
“Gotta find the condoms,” I whispered. It was my turn to pat around on the floor. I found the phone first and flipped on the light so I could remove the used condom and put on a fresh one. I sat up and started to unwrap my penis, and then I stopped.
And my breath caught in my throat.
“What’s wrong?” Becka asked when she heard me gasp.
“There’s nothing in the condom,” I hissed as I looked at the empty rubber. There was a large tear on the side of the tip, and Becka rose up on her elbows as she blinked down toward my cock.
“Fuck!” she hissed. “I must have torn it with my nails.”
“Uhhh…” I turned the light toward the blonde’s legs, and we both looked at where my cock had just been.
Her pussy was weeping my cum like a tipped over milk carton, and a mug-coaster-sized pool of my seed had already formed on the mattress under her butt.
“Shit!” Becka muttered as she sat up.
“Can you push any out?”
“Yeah,” she grunted, and then we watched the flow of my cream dribble out of her a bit faster. We stared for a good ten seconds, but every time I thought she must have rea
ched the end, another white glob would ooze out.
“Well, that explains why I felt so wet,” she finally said. “You poured a gallon in me. I can still feel it all in there. There is no way I can push it all out.”
“Are you fertile right now?” I asked as we watched more semen gush out of her. “I know women can only get pregnant a few days out of the month.”
“Not sure,” she sighed. “I’d have to think how long it’s been.”
We sat in silence for a moment as we watched more of my pearly cream drip out happily from her tight tunnel.
Then Becka reached her left hand out and slowly wrapped her fingers around my shaft.
“You are still hard,” she muttered.
“Yeah,” I sighed. “Should we—”
“I still want you to fuck me again,” the Brit whispered.
“What about the cum?” I asked.
“We should do it bareback,” she whispered.
“Uhhh… aren’t you scared you’ll get pregnant?” I asked.
She threw her head back and laughed.
“Jason, you just packed me full of your baby batter,” she finally replied. “If my oven is on, I’m cooking your bun for sure. If it’s not on, then getting a second helping will be fine. Either way, whatever is going to happen is going to happen.”
“I suppose that’s true,” I noted as I watched more of my cum drip out of her. “We can look for some morning after pills on our way to your mom’s.”
“We’ll worry about it tomorrow. I just want to be happy for a few moments right now. The world has turned to absolute shite. There are dinosaurs everywhere. People are dying, but… being with you makes me happier than I’ve ever been before.”
“It makes me happy as well,” I confessed.
“Well, I can see that,” she said with a smirk as she squeezed my cock. “The way you make me feel is incredible, and I don’t just mean the sex, though that’s amazing. I like the way I am when I’m around you and Hae-won, and I like feeling as if I’m part of a family. These last few days, I’ve started to realize that the only things that matter to me are you, Hae-won, and my mum. And soon enough, I’ll have all three of you together with me, and that’s all I want. We might not live for much longer. As for tonight, I don’t want to worry about anything. I just want to enjoy you because I don’t know how long I’ll have to go before I can enjoy you again. So… can you make love to me once more? Don’t use a rubber. I want to feel you inside of me for real.”
