Becca’s Breaktime

 

I spent my lunch break in the women’s locker room at
the factory, buried balls-deep in Becca Ferguson, the
nineteen-year-old press operator who wanted me. I
didn’t want Becca. She was flat-chested and kind of
dumb, no real ambition but to get married and start
cranking out babies like a puppy mill. Still, she
wanted me, and I was willing to use her to get what I
really wanted, which was Susan.

Becca and I had our shirts on, but our pants around our
ankles. I pounded into her, stroke after stroke after
stroke. She’d slipped her hands up under my shirt and
dug her nails into my spine. I cupped my fingers over
her hips and tried hard to make sure I didn’t come too
soon.

I knew when Susan was supposed to take lunch. I’d timed
seducing Becca precisely. Of course that wasn’t hard,
since I only had to get her to do what she already
wanted to do. Becca and I took first lunch, and Susan
was on second lunch. So I just walked into the women’s
locker room as Becca was taking off her work smock,
wrapped my arms around her waist from behind, and began
sucking her earlobes. She leaned back into me. I rubbed
my thumbs in figure-eights over her belly and pressed
my crotch into the back of her jeans.

After a moment, Becca tried to turn to me, but I
squeezed her back into me. “Neil?” she asked.

“Ssh,” I whispered, and slipped one hand up to cup her
tiny breast. Every time she tried to talk I shushed
her. That was the only thing I said to her, over and
over, just “Ssh,” whenever she tried to talk.

I leaned us forward so her cheek rested against the
cold metal lockers. I pressed my weight into her. One
hand pinched and pulled at her nipple through her t-
shirt, the other hand slid down to her jeans. My
fingers went under the denim and fingered the elastic
of her panties. She started to moan, and I pressed my
lips onto hers. My thumb and index finger went into her
panties and sought for her clit. Becca was already
starting to get wet in her clothes. Slowly,
tentatively, I began to move my crotch up and down
against her.

“Stop, Neil,” she whispered, but her voice was
trembling with lust. “Someone might come in.”

“Ssh,” I answered.

I didn’t love Becca, and I didn’t want her. She was
pretty enough, guess, she was the high side of average
anyway. But she was just I child. I want real grown
women. Women like Susan.

The strokes of my crotch on Becca’s pert, childish ass
became quicker, longer. I dry-humped her from behind
while I used one hand on her slit and one hand on her
breast to keep her interested. My fingers found her
clit, and I rubbed my thumbnail in several slow circles
over it. I wanted to stick my fingers into her, but her
jeans fit too snugly. So I took my other hand off her
breast long enough to unbutton her jeans, and I fit
first one finger into her, then two.

I worked my fingers in time to how I worked her ass.
With each upstroke on her ass I pulled my fingers out
of her. With each downstroke I pushed my fingers back
in. Becca moaned and trembled as I took her from both
sides at once, standing up. I slipped a third finger
into her.

Even as I worked Becca’s body like a violin, I
struggled to think about anything but sex. I thought
about the pneumatic presses out on the factory floor. I
thought about bills and cleaning out the refrigerator.
I didn’t want to come yet. I didn’t want to come until
the right audience saw me.

Becca was just theatre. I wanted to be seen with her. I
wanted Susan to see how I made love. Susan worked on
the shear line and I only saw her when we were clocking
out or taking a coffee break. I would talk to her when
I could. She was forty-one, ten years older than me,
but whenever I talked I felt the flutter in my belly
that told me it was love. Susan had sleek black hair
and large firm breasts, long muscular legs and feather-
soft fingers.

Susan was also married. Her husband was my boss, Jeff.
But everyone knew Jeff was a bigamist–his first wife
was his job. Jeff didn’t treat Susan like a smart, sexy
woman ought to be treated. I wanted to be the one who
gave Susan what her halfwit husband wouldn’t.

I wanted Susan to see how I made love to a woman. I
worked hard to be gentle but firm, commanding but
affectionate. Becca would make a good example, because
she wanted me and would do whatever I asked of her.

Becca closed her eyes and smiled as I slid a fourth
finger into her. I didn’t know if Becca was a virgin,
and I didn’t want her to cry out and draw attention too
soon, so I was being careful. My other hand switched to
her other breast, pinching at her through her shirt. I
bit her gently on the neck and sucked her skin through
my teeth. Her ass was soft and warm, and her cheeks
folded over my dick through her jeans.

Suddenly Becca’s knees wobbled and she almost dropped
out from under me. She dropped what seemed like gallons
of juices onto the hand I had up in her. Her hands
reached around behind me and gripped my ass cheeks,
pulling me into her.

“Don’t stop,” she hissed at me.

“Ssh,” I whispered.

I lifted her up off the lockers, turned her around, and
leaned her against the cool blue tile wall. We were
face to face for the first time. I pressed my mouth
into hers, slipped my tongue out, licked her teeth and
tasted her. Though I didn’t really want Becca, I had to
admit to myself, she had a dark, sweet-sour taste that
I really enjoyed.

Becca’s hands unbuckled my belt and fumbled at my fly.
I caught her wrists in my hands. “Too quick?” she asked
softly.

“Ssh.”

“I’ll go slower.”

She reached around and slipped her hands into my back
pockets. Her short warm fingers arched around the
contours of my ass. Her thumbs made circles over my
jeans. It felt good, and I almost forgot who this
performance was for.

My crotch pressed into hers. She spread her knees so I
could fit into her. Her crotch was warm and wet on
mine. I pressed both hands onto her tiny breasts and
pressed them into her body, rubbing them in slow
circles as I kissed her mouth and neck. She arched her
back and pressed her body tight into mine.

Becca slipped her hands back out of my pockets and
cupped my hips. She pressed the heels of her hands into
me and slid her warm palms down to my thighs, up to my
waist. She repeated this motion two more times, then
reached back around for my fly. I didn’t stop her this
time as she opened my zipper.

I took my hands off her breasts and reached for her
jeans. As she pushed mine off me I pushed hers off her.
Now there was only the thin cotton of our underwear
between us. I moved my hips from side to side over her
like a pendulum. Her juices soaked into my boxers. I
would wear her smell through the rest of the shift, and
the thought made me so horny I almost came right then.

My hands reached around Becca’s body. The tips of my
fingers met in the small of her back, just over her
ass. I used my fingers to feel out the bones of her
spine, and I circled them one by one as I moved up.
When I reached the point where she was leaning against
the wall I cupped my hands over her shoulder blades and
hugged Becca into me, crushing her breasts into my
chest.

The more I stroked her back and sucked her neck and
dry-humped against her she started to tremble again.
She threw her head up so I got a full view of her white
throat. Her pulse beat in the veins of her neck, and I
nibbled at her like a vampire. Then her knees buckled
again. She arched her back so hard I was afraid she’d
push me over and we’d tumble to the floor. Her juices
spilled out again, and began to run down both our
thighs.

I knew it was time to finish this performance. I gave
her a few moments to stop bucking and trembling, then I
reached down and wrapped my arms around her waist. She
didn’t speak or resist as I lifted her off the wall and
laid her down on the pine bench that ran down the
middle of the locker room. Her eyes were closed, and
she looked exhausted. As I let go of her she dropped
her arms off the sides of the bench and they swung
limply. I smiled. I knew I was good, but it was easiest
when a girl really wanted what I offered.

I stood over her and pushed my boxers down. The elastic
caught for a moment on my erection, and I couldn’t help
but smile at the sight of myself standing there with my
underwear hanging like laundry off an eight-inch hook.
I shook myself a little and my underwear dropped to the
floor. Then I reached down and hooked my fingers into
Becca’s panties.

“No more,” she said without opening her eyes. “I can’t
do any more.”

“Ssh,” I whispered.

“Really, Neil,” she insisted. “We have to get back to
work.”

“Ssh.”

I pulled her panties off her. She lifted her hips as I
pulled her panties down. I smiled again–so much for
her protests.

I swung my leg up over the bench and stood straddling
her, looking down at her limp form as she struggled not
to fall asleep. Maybe she was a child, maybe she was
flat-chested, but she looked pretty just now with her
eyes closed and her lips just slightly parted. I had
timed everything right. Susan would come in to change
for lunch just in time to see Becca call my name.

I lay my weight down on Becca, pressing her breasts
into me. She opened her lips a little more, and I
kissed her, sucking more of her dark taste into my
mouth. I put my hands onto her hips and guided myself
to the edge of her.

Becca reached her hands up and pushed at the bottom
edge of my shirt. I slipped just the head of my dick
into her, and she grasped and pulled. I went into her
about a third of the way. She gasped as I penetrated
her body. I slid back out for the second drive. Her
hands on my back and my hands on her hips moved me
straight in about two-thirds of the way. My pulse
pounded in the veins of my dick. I slid partway back
out, and she and I worked together to get me all the
way up into her.

Nothing blocked my way. Becca was tight, but she was no
virgin. I rested inside her a moment, giving her a
moment to relish what she’d always wanted–and, I
admit, to enjoy her taut body. Then I began to move up
and down on her.

As when I’d dry-humped her, I started slowly. I don’t
know if Becca gossiped about sex with the other women
at work, but if she did, I wanted to make sure
everybody knew I didn’t rush anything. I wanted
everybody to know I took my time to enjoy every inch of
the process.

When I pushed into Becca she pushed back. Her hips
tightened and squeezed under my hands. Her skin was
smooth and warm. Her body was so willing, so eager. I
picked up speed a little at a time. I moved in and out
of her, and she moved underneath me. I wanted her to
enjoy every minute of this.

Then I heard some footsteps outside the locker room. I
lifted my eyes just enough to recognize Susan’s shoes
as she walked into the room. She took two steps in,
then realized what was going on. She stopped dead in
her tracks. “Neil?” she whispered. “Becca?”

I carefully didn’t look up. If I showed her this was
all for her benefit it would ruin the effect, and I
would never have a chance at her sweet firm body. I
just kept pounding into Becca. The time was at hand, I
could do what I’d been avoiding since this all started.
I was ready to come.

Susan stepped forward. Becca was so blissful and sleepy
under me that she didn’t seem to notice. But I watched
Susan’s feet out of the corner of my eye. I expected
her to come about halfway up to us and stop. That would
give her a good strong angle to see when Becca and I
came together.

Then Susan surprised me by walking all the way up to
us. She stood right at our shoulders, silent as church,
watching as Becca and I approached climax. I grinned as
I realized things were about to get even better than I
had planned.

I took my hands off Becca’s hips and pushed her shirt
up, revealing her breasts, still clad in a white satin
bra. Her breasts were still small, but the nipples were
red and swollen under the fabric from the treatment I’d
given them. I hooked my thumbs under the cups and
pushed them off her breasts. Becca lay under me, almost
completely naked, as I continued to pound into her,
getting faster and faster as I approached the end.

I cupped one hand over one of Becca’s breasts and
pressed it into her body, and I took the other nipple
between my teeth. As we pushed into each other I pulled
on the nipple. She let out a squeal of orgasmic bliss.

“Ssh,” I hissed between my teeth.

With my other hand I reached up and caught one of
Susan’s breasts. Susan yelped and jumped back, but I
kept my hand right on her breast, through her work
smock. After a moment, I felt both of Susan’s trembling
hands fold over my hand and hold it against her. I knew
at that moment that I had won Susan, not just as a
friend, but as a lover. I did what her halfwit husband
had never done–I possessed Susan, body and soul.

I massaged Becca’s breast with one hand, and Susan’s
with the other. My scrotum tightened underneath me, and
I pushed myself as hard as I could into Becca’s body.
The first explosion of my come made all the lights seem
brighter, made the two women in my hands seem warmer. I
filled Becca with stream after stream of my jism. It
felt like I spilled gallons and gallons into her body.
A small part of me thought it would be great if Becca
would form my baby inside her womb as I consummated my
love for Susan.

After the climax I stayed inside Becca just a little
longer, packing my come into her with a few extra
strokes to make sure it all reached its goal. I didn’t
love Becca, but she wanted to have children, and if the
first one was mine, the thought was only that much more
sexy for me.

Finally I stood, never taking my hand of Susan’s
breast. For the first time I stood face to face with
the woman who would soon be my lover, maybe my wife,
maybe the mother of my children. This beautiful older
woman, this goddess of the factory, for whom I had
seduced this little girl. I kept my hand on her breast,
and she kept her hands folded over my hand, as I laid a
soft gentle kiss on her lips.

“Can I give you a ride home after work?” I whispered
into the cup of her ear, already giddy to know that it
would be my home where we would stop first.

“I would like that,” she replied.

At last I let go of Susan’s breast. She watched,
smiling, as I pulled my boxers back on. Before I put my
jeans back on, I looked over at Becca. Her eyes were
closed and her lips fluttering lightly in her breath as
she tried not to fall asleep. I had really exhausted
her.

No, I didn’t love Becca, but she made an excellent
lover. Maybe if Susan gave me permission I could keep
Becca as my second woman. I thought of having Becca and
Susan together with me in my bed, and I began to get
stiff again. I knew I had to stop myself, because I
needed to get back to work.

I looked back at Susan, and she looked at me. Her eyes
were the deepest blue. I laid another soft gentle kiss
on her lips. She answered me by placing one feather-
soft hand on my ass and giving a light squeeze. “I’ll
see you tonight,” I whispered into her ear, and she
nodded.

I turned and went back to work.