Thank you for sticking with the story so far, and for all your kind words and encouragement.
Chapter four of David and Becky's story...
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I awoke with a nasty case of cotton mouth, a mildly throbbing head and an incredible soreness in my back and knees. That's when I realized that last night had not been a dream after all. The pleasant pain that comes from suddenly taxing muscles that had been laying dormant for so long felt great.
That, combined with the pleasant aroma of brewing coffee that filled the air, helped bring me back to earth. The space next to me was empty, the impression Becky left in the bedding still fresh. The scent of our lovemaking still lingered as well, and that along with the promise of coffee got my butt out of the bed.
I grabbed my bathrobe and staggered out of the bedroom into the living room. Becky had opened the drapes which drenched the place in sunlight. Funny thing is if I was here alone, I would have left the drapes closed, keeping the place dark and dismal and effectively sealing myself off from the world as had been my custom. I liked it so much better this way.
Becky was in the kitchen, sitting on the counter on top of the dishwasher, reading the paper. She heard me coming and peeked out from above the paper, and I knew she was smiling even though I could only see her eyes.
"Good morning!" I said in the most chipper voice I could manage. "I see the paper came already. Anything interesting?"
"Good morning yourself you sleepyhead" Becky exclaimed. "Interesting? I don't know about that. Let's see...What do you think of this?"
With that she raised the paper, revealing that behind the paper she was very naked. Her swirling bright red bush was square on top of the dishwasher, her thighs spread slightly.
"Oooh, that's very interesting" I said. "Price Chopper has tuna on sale."
"That's not tuna, that's red snapper you turd" Becky giggled while looking down at the little tent erected inside my robe. "You better have some morning wood down there."
The paper went flying across the counter as I shed the robe and moved up between Becky's legs. My cock was indeed hard and I swirled it vigorously around the lips of her pussy. In the glow of the morning light her pussy hair was so bright it was almost phosphorescent, and she moaned softly when the head of my cock slid inside her slightly moist opening.
Comfortable, it wasn't. The metal handle of the dishwasher was cold, and my balls slapped against it as I moved in and out of Becky. I only had about half of my cock inside her, alternately rubbing it around her clit after every few jabs inside.
Becky began to get wetter as we continued, thus allowing for a little more peneration. The combination of my modest endowment and the configuration of the counter restricted my motion a bit, although the handle whacking against my nuts was becoming pleasant in a most strange way.
"Sorry... sorry I can't get any deeper" I said between strokes, our tempo picking up. "Not big enough."
