A Hero's Reward

by Morrel, Amy

  Greg had been waiting, and hoping, for that. As she orgasmed for the second time that evening, he slid his knees up beneath him and edged forward. His erect cock was right in front of her pussy now. He edged forward a bit more so that it touched her lightly. Even through her orgasm she noticed and her arms reached for him. She leaned upright a touch to get her hands on his waist and tried to pull him forward. He got the idea that she was somewhat eager:

  “Lie back again Margaret, I've got it.”

  He pushed against her and the tip of his cock slid into her pussy. She was a tight fit for him already and he was barely inside of her. He continued pushing until his whole cock head was inside of her and paused. Looking at her face he saw the same dreamy look as earlier. As he continued to push and force his way inside of her the look stayed mostly intact although he did notice a wince here and there. She didn't say a word though so he continued his penetration of her.

  Greg made it just over halfway inside of her before he just couldn't get his cock any farther into her the way he had been trying. He gave up on the gentle pushes and began to stroke. He drew back and drove in, gentle at first but increasing in pressure as he continued. He knew his cock was larger than most other guys' but then again so was the rest of him. His cock was a little bit longer than average but had a much bigger girth than most others. So as he continued to stroke he wasn't too surprised that he was only getting a little farther in with each thrust. What did surprise him was that as he continued to thrust, he continued to get a little deeper into her with each and every stroke. At the current rate it was going to take him five minutes or more to get all the way inside of her but he was willing to wait.

  Once Greg had his cock far enough inside of her that his head could reach her chest he leaned forward to suck on her nipples as he continued to thrust in and out of her. Her nipples were now very large and very firm. He wanted them in his mouth desperately. Once he had them there he suckled, nibbled, licked and stretched them with his mouth, teeth, and tongue. Margaret was lying still and he worried about that. He drew his mouth from her nipples to ask:

  “Margaret are you okay?”

  “Oh yes, very much so.”

  “You don't have to stay still if you don't want to. If you feel like pushing or think something would feel good, go ahead and do it.”

  “Are you sure? He always used to yell at me when I tried to help.”

  “I'm sure, I'm not him, not like him, and I never will be.”

  A moan greeted his last reply and he could feel her pushing her hips towards his cock, trying to force it deeper inside of her.

  His statement seemed to have broken another chain for Margaret and she became very active beneath him. Her arms reached out and she ran her hands over his chest and then around him so she could run them down his back. Now that she wasn't trying to force herself to stillness she was more responsive than Greg had anticipated. When he bowed his head to suck on her nipples again, her hands went to the back of his head and her fingers locked into his hair. She still wasn't loud but now the sounds coming from her were wholehearted and didn't sound as though she were trying to hold anything back.

  Greg continued to thrust in and out of her. When she had let herself go, she had also loosened up a touch and he had managed to get most of his cock inside of her. As he had continued to thrust he'd finally managed to get it all of the way inside. His head was held to her breast and he wasn't going to try to break her grip so he continued what he was doing. It surprised him when she pulled on his head. She moved him to her other breast and he was thrilled to see her taking some initiative.

  “Greg, do you want to do anything else, or just take me like this? I'm loving this but if you get tired or anything I could get on top of you. Freddy had me do that sometimes when he was feeling lazy. With him I didn't like it very much but I'm guessing it might be different with you. There are other things that I do know how to do also that I'd be willing to do for you if you wanted.”

  Greg raised his head from her breast, his lips stretching her nipple out as he did so. He opened his mouth and her nipple snapped back to her breast.

  “That sounds tempting. I'd be able to see you better on top of me, but I'm good so far at least. What other things are you talking about and are they things you enjoy?”

  “Well I could take you in my mouth, Freddy just always treated it like he was pumping away on me down below, just in my mouth instead. But I read about how to do it without the man having to do that and would be willing to try that on you. He also took me in the other hole down there, when he told me he didn't want to risk me getting pregnant again but he was going to do me anyhow. I could tolerate that for you if you wanted.”

  “If you aren't sure if you'll enjoy them and we know you enjoy this then let's stay with this for now. If you want to, we can try those things some other time.”

  “Alright, if you're sure. You've given me a lot of pleasure already and haven't gotten any yourself.”

  “Not true, I told you I enjoy doing the things I'm doing to you and I really do. I haven't cum yet, but I will. I'm just trying to hold back to make it better for you, although that isn't going to last very much longer. It has been a really long time since I've been with a woman and my control isn't what it used to be.”

  “Okay, well don't hold yourself back on my account. You've already given me two orgasms tonight, which is two more than I had ever had before, so...”

  Greg admitted to himself that she had a point. He also admitted to himself that he wouldn't be able to hold out much longer in any case. So, he sped up his thrusts. He tried to raise his head and she regretfully loosened her grip on his hair. He knelt between her legs again to free up his hands. As he continued thrusting in and out of her, he sent one hand to a nipple to play with it more. The other went to her clitoris and began a vigorous stimulation of it. Anything he could think of that would get her going more without hurting her. He wanted her to orgasm once more so they could cum together. He strained to hold out just a little longer when he heard her breath speeding up again.

  Once the tiny little moans started coming from her mouth he was close to losing it. He drove into her more forcefully now, he was committed and was going to cum shortly. He wanted her to join him in orgasming though. He knew he wasn't going to make it, she wasn't close enough yet. But when he buried himself deeply inside of her and his cock began to spasm as he came inside of her, her breath quickened once again, she let out a loud moan, and then started quivering and shaking herself. She could feel him cumming inside of her and that had been enough to set her off. They fed off of each others orgasms, her pussy clenching his cock, which would cause him to spasm more, his spasms causing her to clench again, for several minutes before they slowed and eventually stopped.

  When they had finally finished cumming together, Greg stretched out alongside of her. He edged in until they were flesh to flesh all along the length of their bodies. Margaret turned on her side and snuggled back against him. Greg wrestled with the covers to get them over the two of them, then settled back in against her, his arm wrapping around her seemingly of its own accord. They drifted off to sleep and his last thought before drifting off was:

  The sex was great but this is better. I may have been able to go without the sex all this time with no problem but the intimacy and snuggling, those I missed without even realizing it.

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  Chapter 10 – Jack's Return

  Greg woke earlier than normal in the morning, despite not having turned his alarm on, with Margaret gently shaking his arm. He opened his eyes and looked around.

  “Here Greg, take these and then go back to sleep until you'd normally wake up.”

  Margaret was holding out a pair of his painkillers and a glass of water. He took them and washed them down with the water.

  “You go back to sleep for a while now, I'm going to go down and make breakfast. I figured out how to turn your alarm on and it will go off in another hour. I'll have breakfast ready
when you get up.”

  Greg shook his head, processing what she had said. Then he adjusted his position so he was comfortable again and tried to go back to sleep. After a few minutes he acknowledged to himself that he was having problems getting to sleep because Margaret was no longer snuggled up with him. Evidently snuggling as a habit had returned in force immediately after a single recurrence. He finally managed to get back to sleep by rolling over to the spot she had slept in, surrounding himself with her scent. From then it seemed only moments until the alarm went off.

  Greg got out of bed, noticing that the pain pills had kicked in. He felt almost normal, despite the soreness in his back only an hour earlier. He rolled out of bed and got dressed. He followed the scent of coffee down the stairs and into the kitchen. Margaret was just finishing up cooking a batch of pancakes and the smell of pancakes and sausage mixed nicely with the odor of coffee.

  He sat down to a steaming cup of coffee and started sipping. After a few drinks he felt much more awake and started in on the plate of food Margaret set in front of him. Once he had demolished an entire plate of pancakes and sausage, along with his first cup of coffee, he was much more alert.

  He finally took a good look at Margaret:

  “Wow, you look incredible. What a wonderful way to wake up.”

  She was wearing the purple outfit they had purchased the day before. The only clash was that she was wearing white socks and the sneakers they had gotten her. That outfit, as she wore it, reminded him of a fifties poodle skirt outfit. It was a very good look for her.

  “What, the breakfast? You could always have made something like this in the microwave.”

  “No, waking up to see you looking like that. That outfit looks very good on you. You're very attractive, you realize that don't you?”

  Margaret blushed and the beaming smile made its way to her face again.

  “I know I'm not, but I'm very glad that you think so.”

  “Go and look in a mirror woman, you're very easy on the eyes.”

  “I'm thirty years old and my body sags in spots. I think that takes me out of the attractive category.”

  “Only for idiots. You know, the ones like the sixty year old men that marry eighteen year old girls and then wonder why their wife cheats on them. You're very attractive and there's more to you than just looks. I prefer that over a vapid woman who is only focused on trying to be pretty any day.”

  “I'll have to take your word for it. I don't think of myself as attractive.”

  “Just wait until we're out and about later on today. I'll point out the men I see checking you out.”

  Margaret blushed but didn't reply.

  “We need to be at the FBI office around two o'clock today. Then we'll go down and get Jack.”

  Margaret's smile returned to her face:

  “Do you really think we'll be able to?”

  “I think the FBI are just looking for an excuse to get something on that church or their members so I'm guessing that there won't be a problem at all.”

  “I hope you're right; I miss Jack. I worry about what his father might be trying to do to him also.”

  Greg and Margaret shared the clean-up tasks in the kitchen and then decided how to spend the morning. There were a few more minor loose ends to clear up for Margaret that could be done quickly, so they spent part of the morning on that. When it was almost time to leave they moved the child seat from Margaret's car into Greg's Saturn. They had decided that they'd take the Saturn as opposed to Margaret's car at Greg's request. In case they were in the car for very long, his Saturn was comfortable and would be easy on his back. If he was any judge Margaret's station wagon wouldn't be.

  They had lunch at a small diner downtown near the FBI building since Margaret was very impatient. During lunch Greg pointed out several men who he believed were checking Margaret out. She had a hard time believing it but couldn't otherwise explain why they kept looking at her and why one of them blushed and turned away when she accidentally made eye contact with him.

  Two o'clock couldn't come fast enough for Margaret but it was finally late enough for them to go to the FBI office and only be a few minutes early. They entered the building but then had to wait at the desk for the agents to show up. Once they did, one of them pulled Greg aside:

  “Hi, you must be Greg?”

  At Greg's nod he continued:

  “I'm agent Brown and my partner here is agent White. We'll be the ones helping you recover Jack.”

  Greg snickered, he just couldn't keep it in:

  “Kind of like Men in Black?”

  “Yeah, we've heard it before. But really, those are our last names. You can call me Ben though if it'll make things easier for you.”

  “Okay Ben, so what's happening?”

  “We've been checking out this situation and there are a few interesting facts that you may not be aware of.”

  “Such as?”

  “Did you know that Margaret's house burning down is being investigated as a potential arson case?”

  “No, although that explains the yellow tape around the debris.”

  “Yes, and the only suspect the local police have so far is her ex-husband Freddy. You know, the gentlemen we'll be paying a visit to today. We'd like to try something if you don't mind. It will mean you'll need to take your own car and follow us though. We think that the sheriff in that county is crooked, we know he's a member of the same church as Freddy. We want to wait until we're there and then give him a 'courtesy call' to let him know that we'll be paying a visit to Freddy to reclaim the child he's kidnapped. If, as we suspect, he has been neglecting or sabotaging his duties in relation to his fellow church members we anticipate that Freddy will come charging out of his driveway a few minutes after we make the call, with Jack in the car.

  If that occurs we'll subpoena some phone records and if they indicate a call from the sheriff to Freddy right after we called him, well we'll know then, even if we can't prove it. It would be sufficient cause for a deeper investigation if he refuses to step down from his office at our polite request that he do so.

  Freddy hasn't shown any violent tendencies with the child, that we know of, so we think he ought to be safe. But this will give us leverage to get that sheriff out of there and let their church know that we're keeping an eye on them. It serves several purposes all around but if you would prefer we not do that we can just go up and knock on the door instead.”

  “I'll have to ask Margaret, he's her son. It'll have to be her call.”

  “Alright, would you prefer to explain it to her or have me do so?”

  “I'll do it. I think it's a very good opportunity for you also and might save some grief for others in that area, but it'll still have to be her call. I'll let her know my opinion on it and that might sway her some.”

  They went over to Margaret and explained the situation. Greg told her that he thought it was a good idea and that there shouldn't be any danger to Jack. The only drawback was that she might have to wait an extra half hour to get her son back.

  After a little discussion Margaret agreed. After all, as she put it, the FBI agents were already doing her a favor, she should return that if she could. She could wait an extra half hour to help pay back the people that were helping her reclaim her son.

  Ben gave Greg a small hand held radio.

  “That will let us communicate on the road. It's a dedicated side-band channel so there shouldn't be much interference.”

  “Thank you, we'll need to gas up before we leave. Is there a gas station around here or on the way out of town?”

  “Sure, when we pull out and you start to follow us we'll turn into a gas station a couple of blocks away and let you top off. Thank you for your cooperation with this. We're hoping that letting them know we've got an eye on them and that we won't tolerate any monkey business will keep a lid on the church and keep it from going even more radical on us.”

  “You're welcome. You're doing us a favor also so we should be thanking
you. We'll just call it mutual assistance and leave it at that.”

  Ben nodded:

  “Cooperation works best when it works both ways. I think we're both coming out on the upside in this case.”

  They headed out to the cars. As promised, the unmarked FBI car pulled into a gas station a couple of blocks away and Greg got out to fill the car. Even if he couldn't drive, he could at least fill the gas tank. He took the moment to stretch his back a bit and reminded himself that he was due for his pain pills shortly.

  Once the Saturn was filled up, he got back in the car and the unmarked FBI unit led the way out of town. The drive took a little more than an hour to the state line then another twenty minutes beyond to the county where Freddy had Jack. The little radio buzzed as soon as they passed the county line.

  “This is Greg.” Greg said, holding down the transmit button.

  “Greg, this is Ben. We're about five minutes away from the turn off the highway. We'll want you to stay back about a tenth of a mile or a bit more once we're approaching the driveway. If we're wrong and there is a problem we don't want you right there. Sorry, you're civilians and all that.”

  “Got it Ben, can do.”

  Margaret looked over at him, a hint of fear on her face:

  “Is there going to be trouble?”

  “No, there shouldn't be. I'd bet this is standard procedure for them when there are civilians involved.”

  “Okay.” Margaret said, looking slightly mollified but with a tiny hint of fear still visible on her face.

  The two cars pulled off of the highway and onto a poorly maintained blacktop road. After a few miles down that street they turned onto a hard packed dirt road. The radio buzzed again:

  “Greg, this is Ben. We're going to pull over and block the end of the driveway then call the local sheriff. The house is about a quarter mile farther up this road on the right hand side. So it's probably best if you folks stop as soon as you can see the driveway. We'll tell him that we'll be arriving in half an hour then wait twenty minutes after we call before heading up to the house. If we do have to head to the house, follow us up the driveway until you can see it, then stop.”