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Becca's Breaktime
by N. Ambrusco (n_ambrusco@hotmail.com)

***

A guy gets a little tail at work. (MFF, threesome, 
work)

***

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.

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