Becky Revisited
written by:
bareftnit

It was just Becky and I, so we found the most adult disc we could find in Brianna's collection, "The Sorcerer's Apprentice." I sat, leaning against the arm of the couch, and Becky laid with her head in my lap. We had both seen the movie before, so it was basically background noise while we talked. "Eric, I don't think it is going to work," Becky began just as the young, future apprentice came out of the magic shop with the front of his pants wet as if he had wet himself.

"What's not going to work?" I asked. I had a feeling I knew, but I didn't want to awkwardly find out that I was in another conversation.

"James and I. I just don't know how long I can keep carrying the load." I must have snickered out loud at the double entandra which was not my intention, because she half hit me in the leg and continued, "I'm serious. I'm working my ass off and all he does is sit at home all day with the kids."

It might be strange to sit and discuss your spouse with your former lover, but Becky and I had always had that type of relationship. James and her had been a regular topic whenever we were alone together which was probably strange enough in itself. "I thought you needed him to watch the kids," I said, trying to defend James a little.

"You know the situation. I don't need the Devil's advocate on this." She was right. We had discussed this part of the issue several times, just never with such a dire outlook for her marraige. "Joey is old enough to go to regular school now. We wouldn't have to pay daycare anymore."

"What about all of the trips back and forth to Tennessee for your grandparent's estate?" I asked. It was something else we had discussed, so I was really still playing Devil's advocate, but it seemed like the right thing to do.

"I can have the lawyer take care of more of it or God forbid, let my brother help more, but either way I could stay home. Not to mention that James and the boys could stay home. I just need him to do something to help out financially," she said exasperatedly. "If he wasn't so damn good in bed, I would have left him a year ago."

Now we were into new territory. Becky and I had never discussed their sex life before, and I was kind of taken back. "More sex crack, huh?" I joked trying to lighten the situation.

Becky's hand worked its way up the leg of my shorts and she started rubbing my cock. "Close," she replied, as I watched her smile. "'Sex Meth' maybe. You know, I think he might even be bigger than you." She twisted so that she was facing my lap and grabbed hold of my shaft that had been hardening from her touch. "Longer," her hand began to pump up and down my cock. "I still remember you being thicker."

Believe it or not, I really was torn. I liked James and had not wanted to do anything to jeopardize their marraige, but I had never thought that I would have Becky's dainty hand wrapped around me, comparing my 7 inch cock to that of her husband's either. Just a day before I had gotten to see the new and improved version of her nude body with her perfectly enhanced C cup titties. Although, I had not thought that I would be sleeping with Becky before the trip, I would be lying if I said that it had not entered into a few fantasies.

"I assume that you know that if you keep doing that, you are going to get fucked," I told her. Jokingly she pulled her hand out of my gym shorts and mockingly tucked the material under my dick that was now sticking straight up.

"You know that we shouldn't do this," Becky said as she stared at the bulge under my shorts. I reached down and pulled the t-shirt she was wearing up so that I could work my hand around to her breast. "That either," she added but made no move to stop it.

Both of us had dressed to relax for the movie, so Becky wasn't wearing a bra. I began massaging her breast, and she emitted a slight moan while she resumed pumping my cock. "We can always stop whenever you want to." I reminded her, although I certainly hoped that it would not happen.

Becky fished my dick out of the top of my shorts and the sight of it seemed to trigger something in her. "That want be any time soon," she remarked, right before her mouth closed around my cock. I raised my hips and pushed my shorts the rest of the way to the floor as I watched her simply attack my dick. While her tiny hand pumped on the bottom half, Becky was constantly trying to regrip in what appeared to be a futile effort to wrap her fingers all the way around my shaft. While the one hand worked on my shaft, her other hand began to knead my ballls. Surprisingly, even in her frenzied state she was able to keep from squeezing too hard. She worked them gently through her hand and occasionally pulled the whole sac downward, almost fascinated by the way they still hung loose.

During all of the activity with her hands, her head bobbed up and down on the top half of my cock. There was no complicated technique. Her tongue did not swirl around the head, like Rianna's had the day before. Her lips were closed tightly, her tongue layed flat, cupping around my pole, and her cheeks were sucked in pressing everything tightly around my dick while pulling her teeth up and safely out of the way. With steady pressure from her mouth, her head bounced up and down with incredible speed.

Since my hand that had been playing with her tit had been dislodged shortly into the blow job, I leaned down to find another destination. I ran my hand across her shoulder, down the small of her back, and pushed her sweats down over her hips. I ran my fingertips through her butt cheeks and paused briefly at her asshole. Becky shook her head, at least as much as she could with her mouth full of cock. I laughed, gave her a little smack, and then continued to where I had intended all along.

Becky's ass cups upward nicely in the middle so it was easy for me to inspect her smooth mound from behind. I could feel her wetness as my fingertip slip through her lips to find her clit. I would not have thought it possible, but after a pause and a light moan, Becky's mouth seemed to move even faster up and down my shaft. I rubbed and pinched her sex bud gently, and only pushed my thumb into her hole from time to time to harvest some lubrication that her body was liberally providing. Dry humping definitely would not have been an apt description of what she was doing to my hand.

It was quite obvious that both of us were ready for more, so it was no surprise when she slid free of my fingers and off the couch. In the blink of an eye Becky had pushed her sweatpants to the floor and stepped out of them revealing her tight muscular legs. Then, getting the hint, I ripped my shirt off while Becky did the same. "Slide over a little," she instructed as she gave my leg a little pull towards the middle of the couch. I slid over quickly, anxious for Becky to rejoin me.

Just as anxious, Becky straddled my lap with her knees on the couch almost before I was moved into place. She put her arms over my shoulders and was somewhat kneeling, so that she was almost eye level as her big brown eyes stared deep into mine. "Please don't read too much into this," she told me. She brought one arm down, but her gaze stayed fixed as she steadied my cock with her hand. Slowly she began to sink down. Rather than reply, I pulled her to me and pressed my lips to hers. Our tongues quickly found the others and the penned up passion began to escape.

Becky's hips rocked and I tried to match her so that I could feel as much of her wrapped around me as possible. She fit around me like a glove and as wrong as it was, all seemed right with the world. Suddenly, the guilt must have hit her, though, because she sat prone again, stared at me, and softly spoke, almost pleading, "You have to remember, all we are is friends."

At this point, I didn't care if we were friends, enemies, or what. I just wanted her riding me. "I know. I know," I answered and pulled gently on her hips to get her to resume.

Her eyes were soft and began to glisten with tears, but she refused to yield. "No really. I love James." Then after a brief hesitation she added, "I think." She said almost sounding defeated. "You have to understand though. You and I are just better as friends."

I didn't understand, but I knew that I was her friend, first and foremost. I'm sure the disappointment in my eyes, told her that at the very least. I would not push to put myself between her and James. This time I reached for her shoulders and pulled her to me. This time she gave in. Becky laid her head on my chest and we barely moved. Our hips rocked and rotated just enough to keep me hard and keep us going.

For several minutes we remained in our gentle embrace. I was even more torn, now, than I had been before. The travel that had broken us up had bothered her more than me. Now I was not sure if Becky still had feelings for me that I might want to explore. I wasn't even sure if I wanted to know about those feelings even if they were there. I did know that I wanted to go faster, but I also knew it had to be on her terms.

It wasn't really that I did not like the slow pace. It just seemed a lot more intimate and the longer I stared into her eyes, the more I worried that I was falling for her again. For that reason alone I was glad when Becky began to rock hard back and forth on the better part of the length of my dick. Her body remained tight with mine as she slid up and down, therefore, not giving me much of an opportunity to thrust upwards and get into the act. Instead, I just sat back and enjoyed the ride, or the rider as it was.

Becky's tight pussy wrapped around me felt great, so my mind quickly focused on the sex and pushed the situation to the recesses of my mind. It would have been nice to play a more active role, but it was fun watching the lust sweep across Becky's face as she got more into it. Her hips rocked furiously, but her pelvis remained tight with my body. Maybe this served to stimulate her clit as she ground against me. I don't know but our midsections quickly became wet with sweat and her juices as she slid nearly my whole cock in and out of her. On the TV, the music came to a creshendo as a dragon burst into flames.

As the music died down, Becky settled back down into my chest. I had no desire to revisit what had brought us to here. I wrapped my arms around her, leaned forward, and was surprised that I was able to stand with my cock still buried deep within Becky. I have seen well hung porn stars stand in the middle of the floor and bounce women on their giant schlongs. Even though I consider myself above average, I have never been able to do this without my dick slipping out sometimes with slightly painful consequences.

There was an empty wall, however, and with that, the simplest of sexual aids, I could do some damage. With a few short steps, I had Becky pinned to the wall, so that I no longer need momentum to move her up and down on my cock. Instead, I eased myself out and then slammed back into her. Becky emitted a little grunt, so I pulled out and shoved my cock back in again.

"Damn, I've missed this," Becky growled. I fucked her relentlessly with her stuck to the wall. She was completely at my mercy, but I don't think that she minded. Over and over, Becky told me, "Fuck me. Oh yes, please Fuck Me Hard." Continuously, I would slowly pull out, only to slam my cock back in. It felt wonderful, but it still was not how I wanted to fuck her.

I decided to move back to the couch, and Becky held tightly to my neck as I carried her over. I don't think that she was expecting me to just drop her though. Becky landed with a bounce and fell backwards in the process. I wasted no time finding my way between the legs that shot upward when she fell back. Her bare pussy was beautiful and I could not resist running my tongue between her lips. I sucked on her clitoris and savored the taste of her, but this also was not what I ultimately wanted.

Becky whined when I got to my knees, but she was smiling as I pulled her to the edge of the couch so that her perfect ass hung just over the edge. I grabbed my cock and ran it up and down between her labia and worked the head just inside of her folds. I eased myself in enjoying the wetness. Ever so slowly, I pushed further until my dick was entirely surrrounded by her warmth. That would be the last easy stroke for a while.

With Becky hanging off the side of the couch, she was at the perfect level with me on my knees. I began to pound her with all I had. My balls swayed and slapped her ass with each stroke, as I drove my cock in to the hilt on everyone. At the receiving end of my onslaught, Becky reached reached out and squeezed the couch pillows at each side. Her head swung from side to side and she bit her bottom lip. It was all she could do to try not to scream for fear of waking the kids, asleep down the hall. When her lip was either no longer working or becoming to painful, she shoved a couch pillow into her mouth but not before a loud, "OOOHHH!" escaped.

I never let up. I was determined to get her off, so the harder she tried not to scream, the harder I tried to bring them out. When her pussy walls began clinching around my dick, her mouth involuntarily released the pillow. Becky gave up on silencing herself, and threw the pillow to the side knocking a lamp off of the end table. "Oh, Christ Almighty!" she screamed. "Oh...Oh...Oh...Fuck. I'm gonna...I'm gonna..." she stammered between panting breaths. Then finally, "I'm gonna cummmm!" she yelled loud enough to wake the dead.

Our only saving grace must have been a three hour trip to Chuckie Cheese that wore out the kids. I held myself buried fully into Becky and enjoyed the sensations of her spasming around my cock, as she struggled to catch her breath. "Holy shit Erik, I had forgotten just how good you felt," she commented as she recovered.

I pulled out and smiled as I climbed up beside her on the couch. Becky gave me a quick kiss before telling me, "I hope that you don't mind, but you are going to have to give me a minute." I certainly did not as she slid off the couch and once again took my cock into her mouth. This time was not an attack on my dick. This time it was a relaxing caress of it.

Even more than that, it was almost a worship of it. She would gently suck it and then stroke it while intently staring at it. "You have a beautiful penus," Becky stated while she stared. To me "penus" sounds so formal which seemed in contrast to the loving look that she was giving it, but I certainly wasn't going to complain when she fed my cock back into her mouth. When she removed it again, she gave my nuts a gentle squeeze. "I love how your balls hang loose rather than tightening up like most men." Becky then took a my left ball into her mouth and sucked just hard enough to send a little jolt of pain through me and making my dick flinch. She laughed as she asked, "How are we going to get you off?"

"You know what I like," I replied.

Any woman that I have been with for a week knows that I love doggy style. Becky and I had shoved a month's worth of sex into our first week together so there was know doubt that she knew exactly what I was talking about. She gave my balls another gentle squeeze before climbing onto the couch. "They're going to feel so good banging against my clit," she said, as she laid her chest on the back of the couch while kneeling on it.

I'm not sure what made me take my time. I got up and looked at her ass the same way that she had stared at my cock only moments ago. It was absolutely gorgeous bent over in front of me. I rubbed it with one hand while I stroked myself with the other. "Tease," Becky told me with a little laugh. I spread my legs and squatted a little to get my cock lined up, and then slowly and smoothly eased it back into her. As her pussy lips closed around the head as it slipped in, I relished her warmth. I eased myself all the way in until my belly gently pushed against her beautiful ass. I was making short slow strokes enjoying the feeling of her wrapped around me when she cleared her throat and told me, "You're still teasing."

I wasn't going to explain that it wasn't teasing, but that I knew I could not last long once we started going again. Becky wanted me to cum. I did too, but I also hoped that I could get her off again in the process. I began to pick up the pace while I bent my knees and leaned back some so that I could drive in even deeper. "Damn that feels good. Mmmm. Harder," she said before pushing her face into her crossed arms. I didn't need the spurring on but it didn't hurt either. The faster I went, the better it felt, the faster I went.

Over and over, I rammed into her. This time I found myself biting my lower lip trying to hang on a just little longer. Each time I slammed into her my balls bounced off her clit, and I thought she was getting close again, too. "Oooh, I knew your balls were going to feel great," Becky exclaimed. "Oh Shit! You're going to make me cum again."

I closed my eyes and tried to hold on a few more seconds, but that was all that I could do. I came in Becky with explosive force, as my cock seemed to pulse with every beat of my heart. I tried to keep going as "Oh Fucking Shit," trailed off of Becky's lips, but I felt like a train grinding to a halt. Each slow upstroke was followed by a quick downstroke and every cycle slowed a little more, until I stopped with my dick as deep as it would go. I panted while I tried to catch my breath. "Sorry," I told Becky, and tried to wipe the sweat from my face with my hand.

"For what?" Becky exhaled as she turned and collapsed sitting on the couch.

Cum still oozed from my softening cock. I picked up my shirt and wiped my face. I was going to use it to clean my dick off with too, but before I could Becky leaned forward and sucked last of my cum and her juices from my cock. "Mmmm. We taste good," she said with a smile as she fell back onto the couch.

I plopped down while putting my arm around her. "I wanted to make you cum again," I explained.

"Oh, You Did," she said with a nod. "I can't believe you didn't feel it," she continued with a laugh.

"My heart and my dick were pumping so hard, I guess I was oblivious to anything else going on."

"That's alright. I came," she said and then rolled into me and hugged me. We just sat and held each other for what seemed like minutes. Finally, Becky looked up at me and it just seemed so natural to kiss her. Our tongues danced and I wondered how anything, even distance, could have pulled us apart.

About that time, we heard little footsteps coming down the hall. We had just enough time to sit up and pull a blanket over ourselves before Rianna's 8 year old daughter, Leeanna, came around the corner. "I heard yelling," she said in a sleepy voice.

"It's OK. It was just the TV," Becky explained. It was at least a rather loud scene as Balthazar and Dave, the apprentice, chased the villian and his helper through the city. Leeanna, looked down at our clothes in front of the couch, over to the TV, and then back at our clothes. She shook her head and turned, as if to say, "Yeah. Right," but returned to her room without another word.

Becky and I, both looked at each other, exhaled and laughed. We relaxed back into the couch and assumed almost the same position that we had started watching TV in, with her head across my lap. I tried to reflect on the tenderness of the moment and not on her now naked body laying across me, since, for the odd occasion, I did not want a hard on to spoil the moment.

Becky looked at the TV, but it seemed that her focus was hundreds of miles away. "Can I ask you a favor?"

"Anything," I quickly replied.

Becky rolled over and looked into my eyes. As I returned her stare there wasn't anything that I could not see doing for her, but still she hesitated. "Uhm," Becky stammered, trying to get the courage to ask. After a long pause she finally spoke. "James wants to share me with another man and I can't imagine that being anyone but you."