Under the Stars and Stripes (Under Him)

“Wow,” I said, looking at her naked body. “You are the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever seen.”

It wasn’t just something I said to everyone. I fucking meant it. I was already wishing I didn’t have to go back home, that I could stay here in America and see her naked body whenever I wanted.

She was fucking perfect. Her delicate pink pussy was glistening with its wetness for me in the artificial light. She was clearly ready for everything I was going to do her. At least there was no question as to whether she was into it.

Wetting two fingers, I caressed her tender little pussy, savoring each gasp and moan as she began to move with me.

Just as I slipped the first finger inside her, Becca struggled out of the still damp t-shirt, her bra coming off next. My eyes were bulging out of my head as much as my package was bulging against my pants, with hardness and desire for her as she lay back down, completely naked before me. Were my hand not so busy with other, far more pleasant, things, I would have pinched myself to make sure I wasn’t fucking dreaming.

Bringing Becca to the height of orgasm, I couldn’t resist her sweet excitement, getting down on my knees to worship her with my tongue. I licked her folds and sucked on her hard little clit while fingering her wet, tight little pussy hole.

After letting out a gasp that made me think that maybe no one had ever gone down on her before, Becca held onto me, running her fingers through my hair as I licked and sucked her to a screaming orgasm.

Rallying surprisingly quickly, Becca went for my cock again. Far more determined this time, she managed to get my pants down, my hard cock springing out at her like a cobra from a basket. Getting over the initial shock, she wrapped her warm little hand as far as she could around my big, gently throbbing cock and started to stroke.

“Hell yeah,” I said. “My cock wants you so bad.”

She did it cautiously at first, and then with more gusto, causing me to brace the walls to keep upright. Particularly when she took it into her mouth. After taking a moment to get used to it and to find a comfortable position, she started to sensually suck me off.

“Becca, fuck, that feels good,” I told her. “I love when my cock’s in your mouth.”

Drawing my load up from my balls and into her mouth, she swallowed down every last drop.

The bed was too small for us to fuck on unless she was on all fours. I wanted to be able to look into her beautiful eyes, so a different solution had to be found.

Placing Becca at the edge of the bed, I gently slid inside her and then stood and picked her up like I had backstage. With both of my hands firmly on her ass, her arms around my neck and legs around my waist, my cock sunk deeper into her pussy.

“Mmm,” she moaned. “Theo, I feel so good.”

“You like when I stuff that little pussy of yours with my big cock, don’t you?” I asked her.

“Yes,” she moaned. “I love it.”

Her soft breath on the nape of my neck as she got used to being filled so deeply, Becca quickly got the idea and started to move. Keeping her arms firmly around my neck, she slid herself up and down the length of my cock.

Her silken pussy lips were embracing and caressing me as she bounced. My cock was filling up every available bit of space in her tight pussy.

“Theo,” she called out. “Oh, Theo.”

I could tell by the slight change in her moans and the trembling of her pussy walls around my cock that she was close to orgasm.

“Cum for me, Becca,” I commanded her. “Cum on my cock.”

She listened, offering only moans in response. It was hard to keep my normal reserve with her, but I resisted doing so myself, waiting until she’d finished.

Once she was trembling hard against me, I guided her down onto her knees and delivered my load into her pussy, loving every second of making love to her.

Chapter Seven - Becca

One Month Later

There was lots of advice. Chestnuts of wisdom passed down through the eons. Usually from mother to daughter.

My family was no exception, despite our general avoidance of anything that could be considered emotional. It didn’t do much good anyway. Talk was all well and good, but actually experiencing it felt different.

I had known that having unprotected sex could result in a baby, but I had thought it wouldn’t happen to me.

Yet here I was, pregnant.

And Theo was gone, completely out of the picture, having gone back home to Europe.

It wasn’t that he didn’t say goodbye. He did and was very sweet about it.