1 comments/ 12086 views/ 3 favorites Rebecca or Becky By: Bakers_dozen Rebecca Fullbush jumped in the shower, the warm soapy water felt nice on her tits. Rebecca was a petite twenty four year old, she was 5'3' standing barefoot and weighed 105 pounds with dark chestnut hair and bright blue eyes. Rebecca was a small girl with firm breasts a 30/B bra size and bright pink nipples. She worked on her body to maintain her high school figure, sculpting her muscles with yoga and jogging. Rebecca had small firm breasts that tilted upward when she was braless. Rebecca learned early that her tits were special. She was blessed with a set of nipples that are described as the puffy type. Her entire pink areola would swell up pushing her small pointy nipples outward as they swelled. Her long slender legs had the perfect gap between her thighs, a look that was very "in" these days. Her heart shaped ass was small and firm and looked great in tight fitting clothes, there was not an ounce of flabby tissue on her. Standing in the shower with her hands cupping her breasts she began using her long fingers to draw circles on her nipples, pulling them gently with her thumb and forefinger to increase the swelling in her puffy areolas. Rebecca had always had very sensitive nipples, so much so that she could bring herself to orgasm by playing with them. As she washed her tiny body she rubbed the soapy wash cloth over her pussy lips. Her pussy was shaved around the lips but a nest of soft dark brown hair remained just above her slit, fanning out across her groin. Rebecca was naturally a hairy girl and if she did not manicure her cunt regularly she would have a huge bush of brown silky hair covering her pussy lips and sprouting out around her asshole. Her fingers running over her slick shaved pussy lips her mind went back in time. She felt her smooth pussy lips and smiled as she remembered the first time she shaved her cunt. Rebecca's snatch had grown a thick full bush right after puberty. Her pussy was so hairy that her nest would peak out around her panties. The warm water of from the shower head reminded her of the day she confided in her cheer coach about her hairy pussy problem. Rebeca had just finished leading the team in a school pep rally. After the pep rally was over Rebecca showered with the other girls and dried off. She lingered in the locker room brushing her hair so she could be the last one to leave. With all the other girls in the squad gone, she went to her coach's office and knocked on her door. Coach Collette do you have a minute to talk Becky asked. Coach Sandra Collette was a new teacher to the high school and was fresh out of college. She had attended her university on a cheer scholarship so taking the cheer coaches duty here seemed like a good fit. Sandy was tall and well built, 5'9" and 160 pounds of toned muscle. She had medium to large sized breasts, C cup, and a slim waist line that her coach's shorts accented. Her shorts showed off her well-formed ass and thighs as well as. Her long blonde hair was always pulled back into a pony tail that fell to the middle of her back. Sandra told Becky to come inside and have a seat. The coach's office was very small, not much more than a desk two chairs and a metal locker in the corner for her personal clothing. Becky asked her coach if should could get a larger size bloomer to go under the skirt of her uniform. Sandra looked puzzled, Becky you're in a small now, a medium will fall off of you. Why do you feel the need to change sizes? She asked. Becky shuffled a bit and said to her coach the ones I have don't cover me enough. What do you mean, asked the coach, a small covers your behind just fine? Becky agreed but said it's not my ass that is the problem, my pubic hair sticks out around my bloomer and now you have me doing these high kicks as part of the routine so the boys in class are teasing me about it. The coach giggled and stood up. Becky this is not a big problem and I can help you easily. Let me show you something first. She asked Becky to do a high kick and hold it in place just like in her routine, Becky did so. With her leg extended over her head her pubic hair peaked out from around her high cut shorts and panties, Sandra reached under Becky's crotch and tugged on her pussy hair. OUCH! Becky exclaimed. Coach laughed out loud and said this is exactly what will happen with a larger size bloomer. Still grinning Sandra explained "Becky, your pussy is hairy girl. The elastic on a larger bloomer with tangle in your pussy hair when you do a high kick and pull it just like I did. Becky looked puzzled, so what is the answer here, I can't go without panties. Of course you can't the coached looked at Becky. Then she said "Really? You can't figure this out?" You need to shave your pussy hair off said Sandra. Becky turned bright red in front of her coach, she was embarrassed but was not sure why. Sandra said Becky don't be embarrassed, a hairy pussy is natural and lots of men and women find it attractive. I have a really hairy pussy too but I shave for my husband, and so I can wear a bikini at the pool. Becky shuffled again and asked her "How do I do it, with a razor?" No said the coach your pubic hair is too long for a razor now, you need to use clippers to trim it then if you want you can use a razor to make it smooth. Becky's coach began to feel her nipples hardening under her shirt, Becky was a good looking girl and had a great body. Talking about shaving pussy with her head cheerleader was exciting to Sandra. Sandra was tempted by Becky but knew as her coach she need to be careful. How old are you Becky? Sandra asked. Becky replied that she was 18 and would turn 19 before graduation, that she had started school later than other girls her age. Becky since I'm your coach I feel I should help you out here. She reached into her metal locker and retrieved a small cordless trimmer. Becky blushed again at the sight of the trimmer. Coach, you really do shave your pussy hair Becky said. Yes and I want to show you how to do it the right way, if it's ok with you of course. Since we are both women here and we have the same parts it's very natural. You can even call me Sandy if you like, since it's just us girls in here. Somehow it did seem natural to Becky. She liked Sandy and thought she was an attractive women. She thought she would want to be like her when she was older. Classy, authoritative, in control, Becky admired these attributes. What do we need to do? Asked Becky innocently, feeling her own excitement growing as she talked about her body with another woman. Becky felt like she was being naughty and it was turning her on. Sandra said well I should lock the door first and you should take off those shorts and sit on the corner of my desk. Not that we're doing anything wrong here together, we just don't want to make this a spectacle, right? Becky agreed and began to unbutton her shorts and slide them over her ass while Sandra locked the office door. Sandy turned around just in time to see Becky bending over to slip her shorts off her ankles. Becky had a perfect shaped ass and her bushy pussy hair peaked out from around her panties. Suddenly the older woman felt her own cunt moisten and her nipples began to ache they were so hard. "Take off your panties Becky" she said, her voice shaking slightly. Sit on the edge of my desk. Becky removed her white cotton bikini panties and stood before Sandra in just a tank top shirt. Becky was aware that her naked body was having an effect on Sandra and Becky liked it. She too felt her nipples harden under her coach's gaze, her pussy was tingling with the anticipation. Sandra swallowed hard and said, Becky you have a very nice body. Sandra pulled a chair closer to the desk and sat in the chair next to Becky as she brushed Becky's soft brown pubic hair back and forth across her cunt. Sandra said to Becky your pussy hair is so thick and soft Becky it's almost a shame to cut it off but we can't have you showing it off to all your classmates. She turned the clippers on. The sharp snap of the clipper motor starting made Becky jump when it came on. It was replaced now by a soft hum that she thought sounded pleasing. Just relax said Sandra and watch what I'm going to do. Sandy began to work the clippers over Becky's lower pussy lips taking the hair off in layers, finally exposing her fleshy lips as the shears did their job. Start down here she said and work your way to the top. Then brush the clippers over the sides to get those hairs too. The vibration of the clipper on her pussy lips was making Becky horny. She so wanted to touch her clit, it was aching and throbbing, just like her nipples were. Sandra stopped cutting to brush away the lose hair from Becky's cunt. See it looks better already she said. She paused to admire Becky's twat. She could detect a slight fragrance of Becky's pussy and it made her want to touch her tongue to Becky's pink pussy lips Sandra was enjoying touching Becky's pussy so much that her own cunt was wetting her panties as she was clipping Becky's hairy cunt. She wanted to put her fingers inside Becky so badly, but she was afraid it would scare Becky away. Becky's womanly fragrance filled her coach's nostrils as her pussy began to drip, giving away just how much Becky was enjoying this too. Becky's clit was standing up erect through her lips. Can you cut some more Sandy I like the way that clipper feels on my pussy Becky asked in a sexy little teasing tone. Becky felt naughty saying pussy out loud. Sure said Sandy. Do you want me to trim it all the way down to your asshole she asked? The fingers of her free hand were beginning to brush over Becky's clit in small circles Sandy, I like the way this feels and I want you to do to me whatever you feel like doing, Becky whispered. Sandy looked up and saw Becky was pulling her own nipples through her shirt with her polished fingers. Sandra turned on the clippers and began to finish up her work. Becky's pussy juice was trickling out through her gash as the clipper finished her up. Sandra brushed away the few remaining hairs, then slide two long fingers inside Becky. Becky groaned as her coach's hand entered her. She sat up pulling her t-shirt off over her head. Her puffy areolas were swollen on the ends of her tits and her small nipples were rock hard. Sandy lost her composure at the sight of Becky fully naked on her desk. She slid the chair directly in front of Becky's crotch and buried her face into her soaking wet pussy. Her tongue was lapping up Becky's juices and flicking over her clit like a lightning bolt. Becky grasped her coach's head and pressed it hard into her pussy. "Eat my cunt Sandy" she begged. Sandy willingly obeyed. She pressed her tongue deep into Becky's pink snatch and sucked on her clit. Becky burst into an orgasm quickly and locked her knees around her coach's head. Becky's juices ran out of her like water. Sandra continued to lap at Becky's cunt and suck her clit. She ran her finger nails along Becky's thighs and stomach as she worked her magic on her pussy with her tongue. Becky reached an orgasm again, moaning softly as she had one after another. Sandra stopped working Becky's pussy with her mouth and slide up on the desk beside Becky. She wrapped her arm around Becky's neck and began to kiss her deeply, her tongue exploring Becky's mouth. She squeezed Becky's swollen tits with her other hand, pinching and pulling on her nipples. She leaned down and began to suckle on her small firm breasts. Becky was loving the feeling of Sandra taking her to new sexual heights. Sandy chewed and sucked on Becky's tits as she pressed two fingers into her soaking wet pussy. She thrust her fingers inside Becky rapidly, rubbing her clit with her thumb as she did. Becky was on fire, her pussy and clit screamed out with pleasure. It was like electric shocks into her groin. She had never felt this way in her life. This is your G-spot, Sandra said, pushing her fingers up inside the cheerleaders wet snatch. Becky was about to cum and cum big. Sandra pulled her mouth off Becky's swollen tits and pressed her lips against Becky's mouth in a deep French kiss. Becky could taste her own pussy juice on her coach's lips and she loved it. Sandra continued to thrust her long fingers into Becky's snatch. A puddle of pussy juice was forming on the desk top under Becky's ass. Becky reached up her hands and pulled hard on both her nipples as she felt her orgasm build to the breaking point. Oh yes! Oh yes! Oh yes! She cried out loud then she burst forth a spray of fluid from her pussy that covered Sandra's hand and the entire desk top. Twice more her pussy sprayed out its hot milky fluid, Becky grunted harder under the release of her orgasm. Moaning she collapsed back in her coaches arms. Sandra, that was amazing Becky said. Sandra kissed Becky on the mouth then began running her tongue over Becky's ears and neck. Becky cooed her approval. Becky she said, I think it would be a good idea if you roomed with me on road trips this season. Just us two, discussing the team routine and working on new ideas. Becky smiled at the coach. Oh Sandy, I like that idea very much. I am sure you can teach me a lot coach. Rebecca's mind jerked back to the present, the water in the shower was starting to get cold. She'd gotten lost in her thoughts when she needed to get her car looked at today. She could not waste any more time lingering her thoughts in the past. He had too much to do today. She quickly rinsed off and hopped out. After her shower she dried off and fixed her long brown hair with a blow dryer and brush. She rubbed treatment into her brown locks that gave them a shine in the bathroom light. She walked naked through her small house to the kitchen and got a soda, returned to her bedroom and dressed. Rebecca wore a pair of denim shorts that fit tightly over her small perfect ass. The shorts came down only a couple of inches on the top of her thighs and she left them unbuttoned at the top. She lowered the zipper of her shorts slightly and folded the front down in flaps showing off her toned flat stomach. She picked out a lacy red bra and put it on. The contrast of the shear red bra against her tanned skin was stunning. Pulling the bras small straps on her shoulders, she adjusted the wide cut cups so the tops of her firm little tits were easily visible. Rebecca's little tits were set wide apart on her chest so she had little or no cleavage. To compensate for her lack of size she choose bras that had deep cups of thin material that exposed her tit flesh nearly to her nipples. She wore a blue pinstriped men's dress shirt which she tied up at the waist showing off her sexy navel and flat toned stomach. She left the shirt unbuttoned so her expensive black bra and perky tits would be visible to the world. She'd had this extra small men's shirt tailored so it fit her perfectly. She slipped on her white sandals and was ready to go. Trashy chic at its finest. She left her house and walked to the door of her car. It was a 1968 Camaro Z28 fully restored. She took her seat inside and turned the ignition key, the big V8 motor roared to life. She backed out of the driveway and pointed the metallic blue car towards the town square. Just as she pressed the gas hard the engine stalled and sputtered losing power. "Fuck!" she hollered in frustration, as it acted up again then resumed running. She'd drive to town with her car acting like this every few miles Rebeca could not put up with her prized Camaro running this way so she headed to see her old friend Dean at his garage and see if he could fix her engine. She arrived and got out of the car and headed to the shop office "Dean" Becky hollered into the shop, "I need you to look at my car right now" There was no answer. Becky looked around the open bays and saw no one. She walked toward the door marked office and looked into the window, no one was there. Then she heard his familiar voice from behind her. 'Well look what the cat drug in" said Dean. Becky spun around to look at him Dean had changed very little in the six years since High school. He was 6'3" 205 pounds and muscular. His hair was brown and cut short like a military haircut. He dressed exactly the same, blue jeans, boots, and tee-shirt printed with Deans' Garage on the front. What are you bellowing about he asked. I heard you behind the shop and walked around to see who was raising hell up here. I need you to look at my Camaro she said and I am in a hurry, so can you do it right now. Dean raised an eyebrow and asked "Becky, you've been in a damn hurry ever since we graduated and were has it gotten you?" She looked at him pitifully and said Please Dean, it won't run right when I press the gas hard. Dean looked Becky up and down not hiding it a bit from her. "I like your shorts" Dean said "and your red bra too" Becky pulled her shirt together in the front and walked toward her blue Chevy. Dean followed her to the car. I heard you bought an old Camaro but this is not what I had in mind when I heard about it. He reached into the grill and released the hood latch and lifted the hood. Damn Becky, he said. This is too much motor for you. Dean eyed the big block Chevy up and down taking in all the aftermarket speed work done to it. Becky was put out by Dean's comment. What do you mean it's too much motor? She asked. Dean replied, I bet you don't even know what size engine you're driving. Before she could answer he told her to stop. Then he pointed at the other high performance cars in the bays and on the lot. Becky I'm busy and really don't have time for you this week but if you can tell me what size block this Camaro has I will take a look at it right now, just for you. Becky grinned, it's a 396, right? Dean shook his head. Okay, I guess you win. I bet someone had to tell you that though, didn't they. Becky didn't answer she just handed him the keys. It stalls when I punch it and I want it fixed today she said in a bossy tone. Dean said "Look Becky, I ain't promising nothing but I see a couple of things right of the bat I can look at." Why don't you walk up to the town square and go shopping or some shit for an hour then come back. Becky laughed, Dean there is nothing in this little one horse town I need to spend my money on. Maybe I will go get lunch. "You want anything?" She asked as she walked away before he could answer. Dean watched her walk off and thought to himself, the only thing I want is to tap that ass of yours again like the old days. When Becky returned to the shop Dean was in his office. His two high school best friends were with him. "Hey girl" They shouted when she walked through the bay doors. "We're in here" My God, Becky said, it's a fucking good old boys reunion. Dean and the boys together again she laughed at them. I bet a lot of beer gets drunk when y'all are together. Dean stood up from his dirty desk. Bubba and Mike work here for me Becky, Dean said. Mike is body work and paint, Bubba is the best frame and suspension man in the county, and I build engines and do electrical just like my dad did when he owned the place. Becky could see Dean was getting defensive. Becky just looked at them. "Did you fix my car Dean?" She asked. Bubba stood up, is a pigs pussy pork? Hell yeah Dean fixed it. Dean is the man when it comes to engines. All right guys back to work, Dean said. The guys got up and moved through the shop and out the back door. Becky asked dean what was behind the shop. Dean told her he had bought the empty lot behind his Dads shop and expanded the business with a second building for paint and body work, that Mike and Bubba work back there and he ran the front of the shop. Rebecca or Becky Dean told Becky the shop had gained a reputation around the dirt track and street racing community as the best shop with the best crew. Dean said to Becky, we work hard and we play hard too. Weekends and nights Me and the boys get together and shoot pool, drink beer, play cards, whatever we feel like. Just like we did in school and our folks did when they were young. That's why this town is perfect, we have history and know who we are. That's your problem Dean, you will never change, Rebecca said. Your problem Becky is you don't realize you don't not have to change, you've been chasing something you're not since we graduated. You can take the girl out of the country but you can't take the country out of the girl. You want ever be happy trying to be Miss Rebecca in the big city you need to accept who and what you are. Accept that your redneck Becky from the country. Enough of the lecture Dean, is my Camaro ready she asked? Yes and no Dean said. It runs but I need to show you a thing or two about it. Dean picked up the keys and Becky followed him to the bay where her car was parked. The hood was still lifted and Dean pointed to the motor. Whoever built that engine was a good motor man, whoever you have working on it in the city doesn't know shit about engines. The shop that did the last work on this motor put stock plug wires on it. This engine needs 8mm wires this coil is a racing part and is too hot for the stock 5 mm wire that was on it. Becky could see the plug wires Dean put on were blue, not grey like the old ones, but that was the only difference she could see. Dean told her the plug wires were breaking down on the inside and it was causing the skipping. He told her to get inside he wanted to take her for a ride and show her the difference. Becky got in the passenger seat and Dean slid behind the wheel, he fired up the motor and shifted into first gear. He idled the big Camaro out to the edge of the parking lot and pointed it toward the street. Dean cut the wheel to the right and romped on the gas pedal. The big V8 roared to life and smoked poured from the tires as Becky's Camaro whipped onto the road tossing Becky up against Dean. Becky cursed at Dean to slow down as she grabbed her seat belt and buckled it quickly. Dean straightened out the wheel, shifted into second gear and romped down again on the gas. The Camaro leapt forward spinning its tires a second time, then took off like a rocket as the tires gained traction. Slow the fuck down Dean, Becky cried out. This is how this car needs to be driven Becky, Dean replied. Shifting into third. Becky looked at the speedometer and the needle was over the 100 mph mark and climbing. Dean shifted to fourth gear and the Camaro roared its approval as he pressed the gas pedal down hard. Becky stopped looking at the speedometer after 140 mph and watched the houses and mail boxes wiz by outside her window. Shit, my car is fucking amazing she thought to herself. I had no idea it would do this. Becky turned and looked at Dean with a huge grin. You're liking this aren't you? He asked. Becky just nodded. The wind through the rolled down windows was so loud he would not have heard her speak anyhow. The wind whiped through the open window of the car blowing open her shirt. Her lacy red bra barely hiding her nipples. Dean glanced over and smiled his approval. She didn't bother to try and keep her shirt closed. She liked that Dean was watching her in glances. She knew he still wanted her to be his girl and give up on moving to the city. By the time Dean had let of the gas and the Camaro started to slow down to a barely legal speed, Becky's hair was tossed around her face and shoulders from the wild ride. To Dean she now looked like the girl he knew before. Becky was relaxed now and pulled her bare feet up in the seat, she watched Dean show his skills behind the wheel. Another mile up the road and Dean turned onto a side road that Becky recognized. "Are taking me to the river?" she asked. Dean nodded yes. Why there? She asked him, shaking her head in mock disbelief Because you have forgotten who you really are Becky, and it makes me sad. You're not a city girl. You're one of us and you always will be. Tigers don't change their stripes you know. Becky pretended to ignore him and watched the country side zip by her window. Dean reached into the back seat of Becky's car and removed a beer from the cooler he had stashed there earlier. Want one he asked her? Becky took the beer from him and opened the top, she reached over the seat and pulled up a fresh beer for Dean from the cooler. Just like she'd done a thousand times in the past when they had dated. She opened the top and placed the bottle between his thighs for him. Dean looked over at her and grinned, just like old times...huh? Becky looked out the window and ignored him. Dean pulled of onto a dirt road and slowly crept the powerful Camaro down the winding path toward the river. There at the edge of the road was his family's cabin, Dean and Rebecca used to sneak off here when they dated. Dean pulled the car up beside the porch and shut off the motor. Dean and Rebecca got out of the car and walked to the edge of the river. Rebecca clasped her hands over her head and stretched her stiff muscles from the car ride. Dean watched her twist and flex her little body to limber it up. You still look good in all the right places, he thought watching her. Dean looked back at the cabin and asked her "How many times do you think I fucked you inside that cabin?" Too many replied Rebecca, I am not that little slut you dated in high school. I don't fuck just for fun all the time anymore. I am going to be a respectable lady Dean. That's why I want to move to the city, to start over with new people. Dean just shook his head and turned to walk toward the cabin. Inside Dean lit a fire in the fireplace to knock the chill off the room. Rebeca walked through the doorway and remembered how she loved coming up her in the summer with Dean. They would stay here weeks at a time. They would spend entire days together fucking in the cabin, the woods, and in the river. Rebecca watched Dean move around the cabin and admired his body. He was in very good shape for a man who had never set a foot inside a gym. He had broad shoulders and a muscular frame. His arms were strong and his biceps bulged when he flexed. She was remembering why she was attracted to Dean so many years ago. She still would see Dean in town and knew he was doing well in his garage business but he was a country redneck and she wanted a city man. She thought to herself maybe Dean isn't so bad after all. He looks nice, takes care of himself and works hard. They had dated a couple years during and after school. Becky was feeling those old desires for Dean rise up again. Being with Dean was easy. He made her feel like there was nothing for her to prove. Becky could relax, there was no game play. The things they talked about were taken at face value. Dean meant the things he said. Becky walked deeper into the cabin and stood behind Dean. She wrapped her arms around him and said. I miss you sometimes very badly. Becky's body compared Deans was an exercise in contrasts. Dean was rough and hairy where Becky's tanned skin was smooth and soft. Becky's toned body came from the gym and Dean turned wrenches and molded metal with his arms to build his physic. Dean turned and looked into her face. What brought that on he asked? Nothing, she replied. I just felt like I should say it. Then she stood on her toes and kissed Dean. Dean placed his hands on Becky's small hips and pulled her tight against him. He kissed her deeply. Probing her mouth with his tongue. This is what Dean had been hoping for. Was this his Becky back in his arms? Becky could feel Dean's cock stiffening in his pants it was pressing against her stomach through his jeans. Rebecca pulled away from Dean and started to untie her shift front. She looked at Dean with her beautiful blue eyes and told him to close the cabin door. Dean did as instructed and when he turned back he saw Rebecca was slipping off her bra straps. She unhooked the back and let the lacy cups of the bra fall off her tits and into her hands. Then she unzipped her shorts and they fell to the floor, she slid her thumbs into her panties and wriggled her ass out of them, dropping them to the floor also. Dean's cock sprung to attention in his pants. He shed his jeans and tee shirt and dropped his boxers on the floor as he moved toward his naked prize. Rebecca thought Dean's cock was massive as it bounced up and down as he crossed the floor. It was thick and veiny. A full nine inches long topped with a fat wide flaring purple head. She wanted that cock in her mouth. She dropped to her knees beside the bed and grabbed hold of Dean's thick meat. His cock was bigger than she had remembered. Holding his warm fleshy meat in her hand she was getting wet. She ran her tongue up the length of his shaft stopping just below his swollen head so she could kiss and suck on the underside of it. She opened her mouth and plunged his fat cock into her throat taking Dean all the way to the base inside her mouth. Then her tongue slipped out from her mouth and she licked him all the way to the tip of his cock again before plunging him back inside her mouth. She took his hairy balls into her hands and began to massage them while she was sucking hard on his cock with her mouth. Dean pulled his meat from her mouth. She made a slurp as his cock sprung free from her suction. Dean lifted Becky from the floor and sat on the bed. He placed her in his lap and she wrapped her legs around his back squeezing her pussy against his cock. Becky straddled Dean and humped against his cock. Grinding her clit against his thick shaft Her small breasts were rubbing against his hairy chest as her wet gash slide up and down on his cock. Dean worked her puffy areolas in his rough hands. Pulling on them, twisting her nipples between his thumb and finger. The rough skin of his hands felt good on her sensitive nipples. Each time he pulled them her clit would respond by tingling and her pussy would tighten around Dean's shaft. Dean took one of Becky's tits into his mouth, running his tongue over the soft, swollen areola. Biting her nipple that protruded from her puffy tit. His hand worked her other tit, pulling it, squeezing it, massaging her soft flesh in his calloused hands. He sucked on her nipples and then took most of her breast into his mouth and suckled it firmly. Dean cupped Becky's ass in his hands now and lifted her up off his throbbing cock. Becky whimpered "No baby, don't stop rubbing your cock on me." Becky wrapped her legs around Dean's back, gripping his waist with her thighs. She hunched her wet pussy up and down against his stomach as he carried her. Pressing her clit against his hard stomach muscles. He set her down on the table, her ass just on the edge then he laid her on her back and slide his thumb between her pussy lips. Becky lifted her legs apart and held them spread out to her sides. Dean sat on the bench of the table and lowered his face into her wet cunt. He began sucking her clit and tonguing at her wide open pussy lips. Her pussy juice was running out of her hole in a stream. Dean worked his tongued over her clit, sucking and chewing on it, then licking up her juices. Becky's cunt was burning with desire. Her clit felt like it would pop of her cunt it was so hard. Dean pressed his tongue into her sopping wet hole. Pushing is as deep inside her as it would go. Becky responded with a loud moan. Her hips bucked against his face, grinding her slit against his mouth and chin. Dean was ready for her pussy. He stood up and said 'I am going to fuck the shit out of you Becky." Dean rubbed the head of his cock against her gash parting her lips, pressing his meat against the entrance to her hole. Becky was so hot for Dean she wanted him to fuck her hard. She told him to wait a second as she got off the table. She wanted to stand up and have him fuck her Becky lifted her left leg high in the air and rested her heel on Dean's shoulder. Her right leg remained on the floor pointing her toes straight down like a ballerina. Dean lowered himself to align his cock with her pussy and pushed in his head between her spread lips. Becky wrapped her arms around Dean's neck and he straightened himself lifting her off the floor. In this position his cock was pressed up against her tiny gash. It looked as if Becky was performing a split on Dean's thick cock in midair, the way he had her suspended in front of him. Dean carried Becky in this position across the room and pressed her ass against the cabin wall. He held her in place against the wall, her legs spread in a split against his pelvis. Dean pressed upward with his hips pushing his erect tool into her. Her lips parted and her hole stretched open as his head penetrated her. Amy whimpered as Deans massive cock spread her open. His thick shaft pressing in deeper. He started to stroke his cock into her. Slowly at first, then growing faster in pace and force. Becky's tight wet cunt was stretched over Deans throbbing meat. Dean was not pushing his entire cock into her yet. He was waiting till he got her to the bed for that. Dean lifted Becky again and carried her to the large bed in the corner. He laid her down on the quilts that covered the bed and Dean hooked his arms behind Becky's knees and lifted her legs up and apart. Becky was extremely flexible and extended her feet with her legs in this position. Dean reached up and put his hands around Becky's ankles and pulled Becky's feet up over her head. In this position her ass was lifted up off the mattress. Dean positioned his cock at the entrance of her dripping well and pressed his cock head into her. Becky moaned out as Deans cock spread her lips and pushed open her tight little snatch. Deans large tool felt like it would split Becky open. Her hole stretched wider and wider to accept the full length of his rod. He pushed his meat into her with force in this position. She hurt at first from the pressure of Dean's meat stretching her out. She cried out that he was ripping her open but Dean just kept pushing his cock harder into her. The pain in her cunt was sharp and biting as she was stretched over Dean thick meat. The pain was quick then it was gone as her juices resumed flowing around his cock, lubricating its path into her. Dean stroked his massive cock into her in this position. Each stroke widened her cunt open so the full length of his nine inch tool could bury deep into her slippery twat. She was moaning and grunting like a whore with each stroke as Dean hammered her pussy. He was in control of her tiny body and was going to fuck her brains out. Dean drove his cock into Becky hard. Her wet pussy made sloppy squishing sounds as Dean slammed his cock in and out. "Fuck me, Dean" she cried out He slammed into her tiny body with his hips and she folded up slightly under his weight with each stroke. He continued the assault of his cock into her cunt, she grunted her pleasure each time he pounded his hips against her tiny ass. She felt like a rag doll being fucked by a gorilla. Dean bent and turned her in whatever direction or position that made his cock push into her deeper. Becky used her powerful legs and the muscles in her pussy to constrict her pussy hole around Dean's shaft as he stroked her faster and faster. Her pussy lips rubbed against Dean's pelvis as his cock sunk deep into her. She wrapped her legs around his back grinding her pussy and clit against his hairy cock. His thrusting hips drove his thick long cock into her wet sloppy pussy. The wet slapping sound of his meat pushing into her hole sounded like clapping. Becky's hot juice ran out of her pussy and down her asshole like water. Her fluids were soaking Dean's cock and balls to the point he wondered if she had pissed on him. Her small firm tits shook under the assault of his cock pounding into her. They did not bounce and fly around like huge tits do, hers remained firm and rocked back and forth in place Her small tits felt good in Dean's hands. He liked that they were firm and not flabby bags of skin. He cupped her breast in his hand massaging it while he fucked her. Then he squeezed her nipples between his fingers. Her hard nipples ached on top of her puffy areolas. Dean stopped fucking Becky long enough to reposition her. She laid on her back with her head against the pillows, he lifted her legs together into the air. Her feet were above her head and her legs slightly parted so she could see him between her knees. He placed the top of his shoulders against the backs of her calves so that the backs of her thighs were pressed against his hairy chest. Becky's ass lifted ever so slightly of the mattress in this position. He leaned forward and pushed his cock against her pussy. With her legs together like this, it pressed her pussy lips together making them fat and thick. He pushed the swollen head of his meat into her shaved smooth lips, they parted open and his cock head disappeared into her pink hole. Becky moaned like a whore again as he entered her. He slide the length of his shaft all the way into her and then withdrew it just so the tip of his cock was inside her lips, then he pushed it downward into her cunt again. He knew exactly what he was doing and what effect this was having on her. In this position each time he pulled his cock backward, her pussy hole closed but her fat lips kept his cock wet and held it directly above her waiting hole. Each time he pushed his meat inside her it opened her up as he entered her hole again. The feeling for Becky was amazing each time he stroked her in the way it was as if he was entering her for the first time. The feeling of being spread open over and over again and again was tremendous. Her burning cunt was dripping wet as He pounded into her faster and faster. His weight pressed her downward as his hips bucked against her ass, she loved the slapping sound of his pelvis pounding into her. Harder, harder Becky cried out as she felt the wave of an orgasm building inside her. She reached her hands behind his ass and pulled him into her with each powerful stroke. The pounding she was getting caused her to scream out in loud pleasure. Her orgasms were strong, continuous, and intense. Her creamy juices shot out from deep inside her cunt. She sprayed her juice out from around his cock, soaking his hairy balls and dripping down the crack of her ass. "Fuck me Dean, make me your slut" Becky begged. Pound my pussy baby, she cried out. Cum in me baby, I need to feel you shoot your hot seed in me. Fuck my nasty little hole baby! She screamed out loud. Becky was back! This was the girl Dean loved. He grabbed the top of the head board and powered into her pussy even harder. Her screams of lust drove him to fuck her harder, and faster. His balls were slapping against her ass like a punching bag. He gripped the headboard and rolled his head back on his shoulders and groaned out as he busted his load into her. His hot sperm sprayed out of his cock like a fire hose. Dean erupted into her wet box. His cock burst forth three hard ejaculations, each one sprayed the inside of her wet cunt with his hot thick sperm. She felt his spray on the walls of her twat and it made her cunt twitch and contract hard around his shaft, she was milking him for two more spurts of his cum with her hard strong pussy muscles. Rebecca or Becky Dean shouted out under the power of his release, his balls ached as he shot his seed into her. His balls now drained empty into her he fell against her body exhausted. His cock still pulsing inside her pussy. He rested from his effort only a few seconds before her let her legs slide off his shoulders and spread around him on each side. He lifted his body off her and rested on his knees watching her. She was beautiful. Her long brown hair was tussled and spread out around her shoulders, her blue eyes sparkled, she was sweaty from the extreme fucking she had just taken and yet she was still stunningly beautiful to Dean. She lowered her hand between her thighs and wiped her fingers through the hot, thick sperm leaking from her cunt. She brought her two fingers to her mouth, a large glob of his seed dangling from them. She opened her mouth and licked his cum from her fingers. She loved the warm salty taste of his semen mixed with her own juices. He sat back on his knees and watch her gobble up the sex dripping out of her cunt. He smiled at the site of her. She was a gorgeous beauty and yet and wild animal too. Dean knew he was the only man that could ever understand Becky. Becky was sitting up with her knees spread wide as she slowly stroked her clit with one hand and continued to scoop Dean's cum from her twat with the fingers of her other hand. See baby he said to her. You're still my slutty bitch. Tigers don't change their stripes. You're a redneck whore and you always will be but you're my redneck whore and I love you. Sucking his cum off her fingers she looked at Dean for approval. "Maybe your right Dean" Becky said smiling. "Maybe your right."