by Logan Jacobs
“Why do I get the feeling you and Hae-won have already explored this building?” I mused.
Becka grinned and danced over to the staircase. I could see other footprints in the thin layer of dust that was starting to collect on the floor, confirmation that my two girls had already explored the rest of the building. Becka began to move up the steps, still dancing like a go-go girl bot from an Austin Powers movie. At the top, she gave a high back kick and then darted through an open doorway.
I started up the stairs after her, and I heard the clang as her armor hit the floor. I took the stairs two at a time then, but when I reached the top, all I found was a trail of armor and clothing that led from the door, across the carpeted floor to another doorway with a beaded curtain. I barely even registered the room I passed through beyond a couch and a kitchenette, and I forgot everything else entirely when I stepped through the beads and found Becka standing stark naked in the middle of the room, her golden hair glowing in the faint bit of sunlight that filtered in through the curtain and her arms resting on top of her head, her back arched so that I had an unimpeded view of her very large and very round and very perfect breasts.
God damn.
“I believe it’s my turn for a little fun,” Becka murmured as I drew close.
She giggled as I brushed my hand across her hardened pink nipples, and then she wrapped her arms around my neck and brought her lips to mine. Strawberries and wildflowers filled my nose and mouth, and I felt my erection press against the fabric of my jeans.
“Let’s get you out of this,” Becka suggested when we came up for air.
“Absolutely,” I agreed breathlessly.
With Becka’s help, I was soon divested of armor and clothing, though the chest rig was still a struggle, and the two of us fell onto the mattress on the floor. The sheets still smelled of dust, but that was soon forgotten as Becka’s scent filled my nose again. I buried my face into her neck as I bit and kissed my way along her throat while my hands massaged her wonderful breasts.
Becka groaned, and her hand began to slide up and down my shaft. A moment later, she gently pushed me away, and then she lowered her head over my glistening tip.
“I’ve been wanting a taste of this for a while now…” She looked up and gave me a smile and a raised eyebrow, to which I could only moan in response. Then her lips wrapped around my erection and began to pull along its length while her tongue teased and licked my already burning skin.
“You’re soooo good at this,” I muttered.
Becka flicked a strand of blonde away hair from her face as she purred. She started to move faster, up and down the entire length, until I thought I would explode from the pressure. I was so hard I could have split rocks, and still she licked and sucked. When the rest of my body had gone limp from the lack of blood, the Brit finally sat up, and with a quick smirk, she straddled me and plunged down onto my erection.
“Ohhh… fuckkkk…” I groaned as soon as our bodies were joined.
“You like that?” She panted. The blonde was already juicy and warm inside, and she took me in all the way to my balls on the first slide.
“Yesss…” I sighed as my mind spun from the sensation of being deep inside of her perfect body.
“I love it, too. Fuck. I’m so wet. I’m dripping all over you.” She positioned herself so she could clench my rod tightly inside her, and then she started grinding against me.
“Condom?” I wouldn’t have thought I could get any harder, but I felt my penis stiffen even more, and I chuckled at how incredible it felt to be inside this amazing woman.
“I want to feel you raw,” she gasped as I felt her tighten around me like a Kung-fu grip. “It felt so much better the other night when you took the condom off.”
“Okay…” I grabbed her waist with both hands when she started to shiver, and then I held her steady as she arched back and moaned.
Becka’s long torso was slippery with sweat, and her breasts glowed in the fading sunlight. She looked like some ancient Greek goddess, and I had to wonder for a moment at the circumstances that had brought these beautiful women into my life and whether I’d even stood a chance with them if things had kept on as they were pre-dinosaur return.
“You are getting so tight,” I whispered. “Are you ready to cum all over my cock?”
“Yesssss… ohhhh… Jason…” Her lean body tensed, and I saw all the muscles in her stomach and chest flex as her pussy clenched tightly around my shaft.
The beautiful blonde’s orgasm lasted a good dozen seconds, and I couldn’t do anything more than pull her down onto my cock so that I could impale her as deeply as possible while she rode it out. Finally, her ecstasy ended, and she collapsed forward so that she laid on my chest.
“Wowwww… she whispered as she began to temple. “That was… quite… a… proper orgasm…”
“You seemed to like it.” I whispered into her ear as I stoked my fingers down the smooth skin of her back where her spine made a valley.
“That feels soooo good,” she purred. “I want to ride you reverse like. Then you can run your fingers down my back more.”
“Sounds like a plan,” I said as I pulled my arms away from her back so she could sit up on me.
My cock was still as hard as a rod of titanium and deep inside of her, and she let out a little sigh as she glanced down to where her slick pussy lips hugged against the base of my shaft.
“Ohhh, this won’t do at all,” she whispered.
“What’s wrong?”
“Your willy feels most wonderful deep in me like this, and I don’t want it to slide out for even a moment. Hold on, I think this will work, since you are plenty long.”
“What are you—” I started to say, but before I could get the rest of my question out, Becka lifted up her long right leg, pointed her toe like a ballerina, and then she used a combination of her left leg and her hands on my hips to twist herself clockwise on my cock and pass her leg over my torso.
“Ohhh… fuckkk,” I groaned as my penis twisted inside of her pussy and rubbed against every velvety wet part of her.
“Righttt,” she moaned as she sat on my cock perpendicular and let her right leg down to rest her foot besides my right hip next to her left foot. “That… that felt rather wonderful. Ohhh! Ohhh!”
Suddenly her body tensed, and her walls clamped down on my shaft like a vise.
“Yessss…” She let out a long whine as her body spasmed.
“Ohhhh, fuck. You are coming again. Becka. You are squeezing my cock so tight.” I could feel her wetness flood her tunnel around my dick as she climaxed for a second time, but her pussy lips had such a tight seal around my base that none of it leaked out onto my balls.
Her first climax was a long squeeze where her body tensed up, but this one was like a series of ocean waves, and her body tensed and relaxed as her tunnel clamped, squeezed, and flexed around my cock. It seemed to last just a bit longer than her first one, and when it finally ended, she let out a long exhale and then cleared her throat.
“Right. Where was I? Oh, yes. I was spinning on my man’s dick. Let us continue.”
“You are awesome,” I snickered, but then I let out a gasp when she lifted up her left leg, pointed her toe like a gymnast on the pommel horse, and continued to spin another quarter turn clockwise so that she was facing my feet.
“Ahh, here we are,” Becka sighed when she let her left foot down and wiggled herself deeper down onto my cock in the reverse cow-girl position, “this is what I wanted, and you stayed inside of me the whole bit.”
“Impressive,” I whispered as I reached up to trace the tips of my fingers down her spine again.
“Ohhh, keep doing that, Love,” Becka purred as goosebumps spread across her silky skin. “I’m gonna fuck your brains out now. Just keep doing that.”
Becka placed her palms on my shins, leaned forward a bit, and then began to slowly slide herself off my cock. I gasped when my tip almost popped free of her warm tunnel, but she knew my
exact length, and then she slowly lowered herself back down along me so that I was once again encased in her tight, hot, and wet pussy.
“Fuuuckkkk…” I groaned when she repeated the motion, but only part of my pleasure was coming from the sensation of her pussy sliding up and down my cock. The other piece of the pleasure that flooded my brain was the joy I felt watching Becka’s perfect supermodel ass and legs lift off my hips so that I could see her tight pink pussy lips slide up my slick shaft before they promptly lowered and devoured every inch of me again. It was like watching a porno starring one of the most beautiful women I had ever seen, but it was my cock she was actually riding.
Making love to Becka just seemed unreal. She was hotter than a movie star. She was the type of woman I’d expect to date a millionaire, vacation in tropical places like Fiji, drive around in fancy cars, and have millions of followers on Instagram. Girls like her and Hae-won didn’t date guys like me who were middle class history students.
But here I was, fucking one of my beautiful girlfriends. It was my cock deep inside of her, it was my baby that could be growing in her womb, and it was my name tattooed on each of their wrists.
They were both mine now and forever.
The seconds turned into minutes or maybe even hours as she rode me, and my fingers were no longer tracing her skin, they were now hooked onto her hips so I could yank her down harder and further onto my cock. I pumped even faster as she groaned even louder, and I half expected someone from the pub to come investigate because we’d been gone so long. But no one did, and as she finally hit her peak and her whole body rocked with pleasure, I forgot about the rest of the world for many wonderful moments.
Then my balls started to tense, and I knew that I would soon be over the edge.
“I’m going to cum soon,” I growled over the wet slapping sounds of our bodies taking pleasure from each other.
“Yesssss…” she whined, and I felt her pussy immediately start to tighten again.
“I need to…” I panted. “Pull… out…”
“Cum in meeeee,” she moaned.
“Are you…sure? Fuckkkk!” I gasped as her pussy just clamped onto my cock as if she was giving me a hand job.
“Fill me up, Jason,” she begged. “Pleasseeee! I need your cum in me so badddd.”
“Ahhh, shiittttt…” I gasped as my body released, and we both cried out as our climaxes punched us each in the stomach like a pair of kicking mules.
It felt like both ice and lava were erupting out of my cock at the same time, and Becka’s magnificent body jerked and twitched on my dick like she was having a seizure while I flooded her tunnel.
“Ohhh… y-y-yesss,” the blonde leaned her head back as I pulled down on her hips, and she let out tiny little gasps that seemed to be timed perfectly with each instance of my balls tensing and sending another salvo of my cum up into her.
Wave after wave shook her body, and my cock pumped harder and just wouldn’t stop climaxing. I kept cumming until she finally laid back against my chest, loose-limbed and tired from the ride, and then her tunnel spasmed one more time to milk any last drops of sperm out of me.
“Holy fuck,” I gasped as I wrapped my arms around her breasts and nuzzled the blonde locks by her ear. “That was amazing.”
“I know,” she sighed. “I just had four mind-numbing orgasms. Or maybe it was five or six? That last one when you came inside me really did it for me. It was one really long one.”
As Becka whispered, she reached down to where my cock was still buried deep inside of her, and she gently massaged my balls. I could tell that my sac was empty, and when she ran a finger along the edge of her vagina where my cock was buried between her lips, I could feel that we were both drenched. I must have filled her to capacity if she was already leaking with me so tightly bound inside of her.
“I could make a lot of bad puns right now,” she said. “But I think I’d rather just enjoy the feel of you filling me up. Has-won was right, your sperm really does feel great inside of my pussy. I could just lie here for the rest of the day and be happy with it all warm inside of me.”
“I’m happy to stay this way for as long as you can take it,” I replied.
“Oh,” the blonde said with a smirk. “You think you can go again?”
“We should Probably get back before Hae-won worries about—”
“She’s fine,” Becka chuckled. “This was actually her idea. She told me it was my turn with you and left the store open after she gave me the tattoo. She figures we’ll be here all night. That is, if you think you can go all night with me.”
“I’d love to try,” I said as I tried to shrug. “If you think you can take me fucking your tight little pussy all night.”
“A challenge,” she mused. “Well, I’m up for it, if you are.”
I grinned, and she grinned back. We locked lips once more, and our tongues wrestled for control until she rolled off my chest and pulled me with her. She laid on her back and wrapped her legs around my butt. Her hands found my shoulders, and she grinned up at me.
“Are you ready to start?” she asked.
“Definitely,” I said as I led my tip toward her pussy lips, and my cock got super hard again when I saw that my cum was gushing out of her.
“I really came a lot inside you,” I whispered as my tip pressed into her cream-filled tunnel. “This is twice within a few days.”
“Yeahhhh,” she moaned as I easily bottomed out inside of her. “I want you to do it again. Please, Jason.”
“Maybe I’ll do it a few more times,” I whispered as I began to make love to the blonde beauty again.
And we both knew what this meant, even if we weren’t addressing the high probability that she was going to get pregnant.
Becka let me set the pace the second time, and I moved slowly at first, sliding in and out while she squirmed beneath me. Somehow her pussy grew even warmer and slicker as she started to rise up to meet me, and she whined as her body quickly came to another orgasm that made her eyes roll back into her skull.
“Don’t be impatient,” I teased as I pinned her lightly to the mattress. “We have all night.”
“Oh, God,” she panted as she closed her eyes for a moment. “I’m not sure I’ll make it to sunrise.”
She made it to sunrise, through several more climaxes, and a long stretch of petting and kissing. By the time I finally came inside of her a fourth time, she was drowsing in my arms, and she snuggled against me as she finally fell asleep. I wasn’t that far behind her, and I drifted off to sleep feeling sated and happy, and for a time, I even managed to forget about dinosaurs.
I woke up to a loud bang, and it took me a moment to recognize it as an engine backfiring. It wasn’t in the square, but somewhere close by, and I wondered if the redhead had finally found a ride.
“What was that?” Becka murmured.
“A car,” I said. “I guess we should get up and see about breakfast. The rest of our group will probably be gathering soon for the ride to Peterborough.”
“There’s a small shower,” Becka said as she sat up. “We should probably clean up first. I’m still gushing your baby batter down my thighs.”
I grinned and started to sit up as well, but she pushed me back down and shook her head.
“We’ll never make it out of here if you take a shower with me,” she replied. “I’ll go first, then you can go.”
The brown-eyed blonde collected her clothing and disappeared into the bathroom. I stretched across the mattress and stared at the ceiling while I listened to the water in the shower and Becka’s humming an old Beatles tune. At least, I think that’s what it was supposed to be. It might have been something by Drake as well, but the more I listened, the more I was sure it was the Beatles.
Becka emerged, clothed and glowing in the sunlight, and wandered into the kitchen area. I took that as a signal that the bathroom was now mine, so I gathered up my own clothes and ventured into the cramped space. The shower was barely big enough
for me to stand in, and I decided it was just as well that we had taken separate showers. We probably would have either injured ourselves or destroyed the small shower if we’d tried to take one together.
I lathered up with the soap on a rope, and I even managed a decent shave with an unopened pack of razors and a mirror that had been left behind by the former occupant. I hated to put my dirty clothes back on afterwards, so I slipped back into the bedroom and opened the closet. The owner tended toward black everything, and while the pants and jeans were too wide, I found a faded black hoodie with a skull and crossbones image that would do nicely.
“Going for the dangerous look?” Becka asked when I stepped into the kitchen.
“Just until we’re back in Peterborough and I can put some clean clothes on again,” I replied.
“I wouldn’t give up the hoodie so quickly,” she said. “You look rather sharp in it.”
“Just about everything in the closet had a skull and crossbones theme,” I said. “Maybe you should pick out a couple of shirts for you and Hae-won. Then we could look like a team.”
“That’s not a bad idea,” Becka remarked as she poured hot water into a mug. “Skulls and dark stuff are Hae-won’s aesthetic. I’ll go take a look if you’ll check the cabinets for food. Sorry, I didn’t see any coffee.”
Becka kissed me on the cheek before she left, and I poked through the few cabinets in the kitchen. It looked like the tattoo artist must have spent most of his meals eating out, though I did finally find a half-full box of granola bars and a cold Starbucks brew in the refrigerator. Becka reappeared with two more black hoodies, one covered with miniature skull and crossbones and one with a skull and crossbones flag on each sleeve, and held them up for my approval.
“Walston is going to wonder what the hell we’ve been up to,” I laughed.
“Let him,” Becka replied. “At least we’ll get the engineers back.”
We munched on the granola bars and drank the tea and coffee, then we did what we could to straighten up the mess we’d made the night before. We cleaned our cups, put fresh sheets on the mattress, and left a note with our phone number so we could pay the guy for the hoodies. When that was done, we made our way back downstairs, through the tattoo parlor and the hookah store, and back into the square.